Chapter 66: One Claw at a Time

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

This sentence is also very suitable when it comes to animals - where there are animals, there are rivers and lakes.

However, unlike the bloodshed, swords, and intrigues in the human world, the animal world is much simpler and more straightforward.

Those with big paws eat meat, and those with cowardly paws eat dirt.

Zheng Qing felt that within a radius of 500 meters, there was no cat with bigger claws than his own - this was why he dared to stand confidently in front of the forest cat and stare at it.

Of course, staring at the forest cat does not mean that he is blind to the actions of other big cats. Although his attention was indeed focused on the forest cat at first, as a few figures moved around the corner of his eyes, the black cat's ears moved involuntarily.

This is an instinctive move as a feline.

The steps of the other big cats were very light, making almost no sound as they stepped on the wet mud. Not to mention the whining cold wind blowing across the lake, rattling the treetops, making it even more difficult to distinguish the subtle sounds beneath the noise.

Good thing he's not a cat.

"Be careful! There's a cat behind you trying to sneak up on you!" Li Meng's scream cut through the silence in the forest and seemed a bit abrupt.

Well done!

Zheng Qing did not look back, his ears twitched, and he heard the wind behind his head. A strong Russian blue cat had already pounced on the little black cat from behind.

Zheng Qing's reaction was also very fast - turning around to face the enemy would definitely not work. There was also the largest forest cat in front of him, and it was not in line with Zheng Qing's wishes to let it go or run away - in the blink of an eye. , he compared the pros and cons of various responses in his heart, and then chose the most straightforward method.

"Uh-huh!"

A thick black shadow slid through the air and hit the blue cat hard.

Blue cats are short-haired cats that lack thick, thick fur to protect them from external attacks. What's more, it was leaping in the air now, and it didn't expect to be attacked like this.

"Ouch!!" The blue cat screamed, as if a baseball was hit by a baseball bat, it fell heavily to the ground, and even bounced a few times in the soft soil.

Not far away, the little witch, who was squatting on the ground with red eyes, shook her head vigorously, then raised her little hand, completely ignoring the dirt on her hand, and rubbed her eyes vigorously.

She felt that she must have been dazzled just now because she saw the little black cat grow a thick tail!

But after pausing for a few seconds, she began to doubt her own feelings - if the little black cat didn't grow such a thick tail, how could the blue cat be whipped away?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look around, trying to see a familiar figure walking towards her holding a Dharma book. According to her opinion, if the black cat hadn't been whipped away, then someone must have used a binding spell nearby.

However, the surroundings were quiet, and no wizard appeared.

So she turned her attention back to the little black cat - and soon, she discovered that many of her previous guesses were wrong.

When the blue cat was hit by a black shadow and hit the ground, the forest cat, who was half-crouching in front of the black cat and planned to attack it at the same time, was startled, paused on his feet, and involuntarily turned back. Crooked. Several other big cats that were trying to attack him also hesitated, stopped, and tilted their heads to look at the forest cat.

"Meow!"

"Meow meow?!"

"Ouch..."

Short meows sounded all around, making the quiet environment even more terrifying.

The forest cat's eyes fell on the little black cat, which was about a foot tall. He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gave up on trying to calm the cat down. He bared his teeth and growled, then pounced on him - he was raised as a wizard. Although the cat is more spiritual than the average wild cat, its intelligence is limited after all, and the animal's instinct still occupies a huge control space in its actions.

Several other big cats around him seemed to have received the order, and they also pounced on him.

The black cat raised a small front paw and looked at it in front of his eyes.

The kitten's paws are very tender, with pink pads embedded among clusters of snow-white short hairs - of course, due to the mud, these short hairs are stained a little, but this does not affect the look and feel of the little paws at all. .

What a pity, the black cat sighed in his heart. He looked at the figure of the forest cat rushing towards him, raised his front legs and swiped his little paws away.

The claws swelled in response to the wind, and suddenly they grew from the size of a coin to the size of a human palm, and then to the size of the mouth of a bowl.

The front legs following the paws did not grow along with it, and were still thin and weak, looking like a hemp pole holding a big millstone.

However, the goose millstone is still a millstone after all, and even if it is held up by a hemp pole, it is still very heavy.

"Snapped!"

The huge cat paw hit the forest cat hard, sending it flying directly onto the tulip tree. Then the giant palm returned, taking advantage of the situation and sending the other Maine Coon cat flying away.

One by one with one palm, one by one he was whipped away.

The other big cats, who were walking a little slower, shouted and ran away after seeing this scene. They ran straight into the depths of the forest, running faster than the stuffed bear - two of them ran away. Slowly, with a scream, he jumped up the tree and refused to come down again.

The forest cat didn't run away.

After it got up from the ground, it seemed to be still dizzy, swaying, and staggered several steps before it regained its balance. I don’t know if its head was damaged. Not only did the big cat not run away, but it cautiously came forward again and exposed its belly to the black cat without saying a word. Zheng Qing didn’t understand cat language, but he generally knew this. It is a way for forest cats to express their submission.

Although I haven't thought about the use of having a big cat as a little brother, it would be better if he can talk well. Fighting and killing are the ways for beasts to solve problems. He is a serious wizard cat.

Thinking of this, the black cat stretched out his big paw with satisfaction and patted the forest cat's head gently.

The forest cat's ears were pulled back slightly, and a happy purr came from his throat.

"Ahem!"

The black cat still didn't meow, but coughed twice, then put away the 'Dharma Appearance' and made its claws small and exquisite again. It was only then that he remembered a certain little witch who was almost frightened to tears.

When he finally turned his head to look at Li Meng, the little girl was looking at him with her mouth wide open. She was still holding the stuffed bear in her arms, but looking at the slender neck of the stuffed bear being strangled and its feeble struggle, it was difficult to tell whether she wanted to protect the stuffed bear or kill it. it.

Seeing the gaze cast by the black cat, Li Meng finally swallowed with difficulty - only then did she realize that her small mouth had been stretched wide, and her tongue had been blown dry and numb by the cold wind.