Chapter 1556 A Good Cat Is an Orange Cat that Can Play Tricks

Why are they so afraid of the ugly duckling? "

"Maybe they recognize the ugly duckling as their totem, it's pretty similar."

Amy and Barbara sat on the low wall of the small courtyard, watching the two kneeling on the ground not far away, bringing the two freshly prepared grilled fish to the ugly duckling respectfully, and then humbly pressed their foreheads against the ugly duckling. The orcs on the ground talked with strange faces.

The Ugly Duckling looked at the grilled fish on the plate with bright eyes, but he didn't rush to do it. Instead, he stretched out his two front paws in a dignified manner, and pressed lightly on the heads of the two orcs respectively. one time.

The two orcs raised their heads, clasped their hands together and bowed twice to the ugly duckling with excited and reverent faces, then got up and left happily.

"Meow~"

The Ugly Duckling waited until the two orcs had left completely, then happily lowered his head and ate the grilled fish.

"Hmph, if this guy cheats on eating and drinking here every day, he will definitely become super fat soon, even if he grows wings in the future, he will not be able to fly." Amy looked at the ugly duckling's increasingly rounded back with some disgust. road.

"Ducks in your mainland must be able to fly when they grow up? Isn't there a weight limit? For example, ten catties, twenty catties, etc., can they be put on the table?" Barbara was a little puzzled, although she didn't know. How do ducks on the moon grow up?

"Oh——" Amy's eyes lit up, and she said thoughtfully: "This is a very good idea. Anyway, if it grows too big, it may not fit in the oven."

The ugly duckling who was eating happily stopped suddenly, and slowly turned his head with a frightened expression.

"Eat, you continue to eat, you have to be full." Amy smiled innocently.

"feed……"

The ugly duckling opened its mouth, and half of the fish in its mouth fell to the ground.

It looked down at the two grilled fish on the plate with some reluctance, struggled for a while, and ran towards Amy wagging its tail. Dexterously, when he came to the wall, his soul jumped, planning to jump directly into Amy's arms.

"Pa-ta--"

However, the height it jumped was only a little more than half of the height of the wall, and it hit Amy's feet with its face, and then slowly slipped against the wall and fell to the ground.

"The ugly duckling,

Do you really have no idea about your weight? "Amy looked down at the ugly duckling with a smile in her helplessness.

"The ugly duckling is too stupid..." Barbara laughed so hard that she almost fell off the wall.

"Meow~"

The ugly duckling looked up at Amy aggrieved, trying to regain some sense of existence and status for himself by being cute.

"What are you laughing at?" Mag heard laughter coming out of the room, walked to the wall, gently hugged Amy to prevent her from falling, and asked with a smile.

"Here, look, father, the ugly duckling is an idiot, he cheated and cheated every day after he came here, and now he is getting fatter and fatter." Amy pointed at the ugly duckling and said.

"Did those people bring food to it again?" Mag glanced at the pottery plate on the ground, also a little surprised.

Since last night, there have been chefs who have specially made delicious food and sent them to the small courtyard, but they are not for them, but they are named and enshrined to the ugly duckling.

It is mentioned in the information of the Gray Temple that the Falk tribe believes in the existence of an inscription devouring beast god, which should be some kind of mysterious and powerful feline existence, so the Falk tribe respects all cats. Heart.

"I heard them call the Ugly Duckling the Primordial Beast Lord. Is the Ugly Duckling a cat of that breed?" Barbara asked.

"Did they call the Ugly Duckling the Primordial Beast Lord?" Mag looked at Barbara with some surprise. This title was not just called randomly.

"Yes, that's what the two chefs called just now, and after being touched by the ugly duckling on the head, they left very happily." Amy nodded and confirmed.

"Essence devouring beast... Orange cat... Is it some kind of strange coincidence?" Mag frowned at the ugly duckling, thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the courtyard gate, "I'll go out, you guys have to be good at home."

"What are you going to do, Father?" Amy looked at Mag's back.

"Maybe there is something to do." Barbara shrugged, not very interested.

Mag obtained an enshrined image of the Primordial Beast God through Heyman. This is something that is placed in every household of the Falk tribe. It is not a very rare object. Mag asked to borrow it, but it did not cause Haiman Man's suspicion was just that when he handed over the image to him, he gave a detailed reminder of the precautions, and must return it to him in time after watching it.

From these details, Mag can see how much Heyman attaches importance to this enshrined image, and how much he respects the Primordial Beast God they enshrine.

Mag returned to the small courtyard and opened the image in the room.

In the middle of the square drawing made of animal skins, a giant orange cat with a round body is painted with orange paint. It is the kind of big orange that can crush the bed. It has completely given up on body management, and it seems to have a ball in its stomach. generally.

The most surprising thing is that the orange cat has a pair of white wings on its back, but these wings are somewhat different from the slender wings of birds. It is more like two fat and round white clouds. Palm-sized, it looks more like a pair of decorations inlaid on the back of the orange cat, which looks rather silly.

If it weren't for this giant big orange staring at a pair of piercing eyes, as if there were stars and seas in the eyes, Mag felt that this was someone's big orange who ran out, and a pair of big oranges were reluctantly tied up. little wings.

"This is an orange cat, right?" Mag stared at the portrait for a long time, and couldn't help but swear.

He understood why those chefs enshrined the Ugly Duckling as a god. If it looked like this, except for the pair of small wings on the back and a little more roundness, the Ugly Duckling was deducted from this portrait.

"These wings..." Mag pondered. The ugly duckling also had a pair of symmetrical white wings on its back. Could it be some kind of coincidence?

Although cats have not yet become a common pet for ordinary people, he has also seen many cats since he came to this world. Black cats and white cats account for the majority, gray cats and raccoon cats have also been seen, but the orange cats that can be seen everywhere in the past are only This one in their house.

And whoever sees the ugly duckling on weekdays can't help but look at it a few more times, as if there is a cat of this color in this world.

"Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, an orange cat that can play tricks is a good cat." Mag closed the portrait with a smile on his face.