Chapter 72 The Forest Cat’s Tribute

Maybe they were attracted by the aroma of fried chicken, or maybe they found that only a few young wizards appeared in the woods. The cats that escaped not long ago came back in twos and threes, slowly and shamelessly - from the bushes and tree canopies. In every nook and cranny that Zheng Qing could think of or could not imagine, cats of all sizes could be seen in the cracks between rocks, in tree holes, and so on. It was an eye-opener and awe-inspiring.

"I never knew there were so many hiding places around here!" The black cat propped up his body with his tail on his back, standing upright, turning his head around, looking at the subordinates who were licking each other's fur and snoring. , sighed with emotion: "You really have learned a lot!"

"It should be 'I've learned a lot today'!" Fatty Xin immediately caught the omission in the public-sponsored student's words, and stretched out his hand openly, as if he wanted to rub the black cat's head: "You said that Tangtang won the Merlin Medal "How can a public-funded student from Jiuyou College speak dirty words in front of minors?"

The black cat tugged its ears, squinted its eyes, glanced at the fat man's chubby hand threateningly, and grinned, showing its fangs.

The fat man retracted his hand and stuffed it into the fried chicken bucket again, as if his plan just now was Zheng Qing's illusion.

"Meow." A small voice sounded near the fat man's feet.

Zheng Qing lowered his head. The little ragdoll cat had already eaten half of the fried chicken on the ground. It was squatting next to the fat man, looking longingly at the fried chicken bucket in his arms, flicking its tail from time to time, looking eager. eyes.

Ragdoll cats nicknamed "puppy cats" are quiet by nature, but they are also clingy and very good at pleasing wizards. Coupled with their big, round eyes and rich back hair, people can't help but feel happy when they see them. , it is difficult to refuse some of their willful requests.

For example, Fatty Xin's heart melted after hearing the meow of the ragdoll cat at his feet.

"Why are you the king of cats?" The fat man squatted on the ground in distress, hurriedly taking out a few of the fattest pieces of meat from his fried chicken bucket, stuffing them into the kitten's mouth, and angrily scolding the black cat. : "How can you bear to let such a beautiful cat starve? It's so outrageous!"

The black cat squatted down again, tilted his head, and looked at the fat man in surprise, wondering where his sudden surge of sympathy came from.

The little ragdoll cat wrinkled its pink nose, sniffed the chicken nuggets in the fat man's hand, then immediately opened its mouth and bit the largest piece.

The smile on Fatty Xin's face froze before it could finish blooming.

Because after the little ragdoll cat bit the piece of meat, he did not eat it immediately. Instead, he held the piece of meat in his mouth and walked in front of the black cat. Then he raised his head, stood upright, and rubbed his two front paws to deliver the fried chicken. In front of the black cat. It also shakes its big fluffy tail from time to time, looking like it's trying to please.

"Ahem..." Zhang Jixin's violent coughing and suppressed laughter came from the side.

As for Fatty Xin, who was squatting not far away, his face turned from white to red, and then from red to gray again. He turned gray, without any vitality, and finally entered a petrified state like losing his color after losing his heir. 【…… … x-on:Free reading】

The black cat was also very surprised by the behavior of the little ragdoll cat - of course he would not specifically instruct the kitten to do anything just to get angry with the fat man. In fact, he did not understand cat language and had no ability to do to the kittens. What very detailed instructions.

This is purely the little Ragdoll cat’s own idea.

Of course, in a sense, this thought is even more hurtful.

Looking at the piece of fried chicken in front of him, the black cat hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his claws, popped out his sharp nails, and with a slight stroke, cut off a small strip of clean meat from the piece of soft chicken, and stuffed it into his mouth with his claws. inside, chewed it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although the fat man is not very good as a person, he is indeed unique in the way he chooses to eat.

Then he stretched out his paw, patted the little Ragdoll cat on the head with his meat pad, nodded approvingly, indicating that the rest of the fried chicken belonged to it. The kitten happily took back the fried chicken, then slipped aside and started eating slowly again.

The black cat did not continue to pay attention to the little ragdoll cat eating, but looked around and looked at the two groups of his subordinates.

The cats were as lazy as ever - lying down, lying down, squatting in the dead grass with their paws in a daze, licking each other's fur and tickling each other in twos and threes, etc. Almost no cat focused on the black cat. ——For a moment, Zheng Qing doubted his own definition of the black cat's status in the cat group.

He felt that the black cat was not so much the leader of the group of cats, but more of a 'leader'. The other cats, big and small, just paid him a little protection fee and asked him not to interfere with their play.

Compared with the cat group, Zheng Qing's other group of 'subordinates' are much more reliable.

The hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team—mainly relying on the hard-working Linguo and Bluebird—had already collected the pile of mice on the ground and were preparing to return home. Just now Zheng Qing also handed over the tattered notebook and cat's eye stone to Dr. Xiao.

Needless to say, the cat's eye stone will be thrown into the drawer of Zheng Qing's desk after the doctor returns.

On the other hand, Dr. Xiao showed a bit of interest in the potion notes.

"Isn't there a cover?" Xiao Xiao flipped through it for a long time, and finally turned his curious eyes to the black cat: "Where did you find this notebook... Are there any others?"

"Who would look for this thing when they have nothing to do!" The black cat rolled his eyes and snorted hard from his nose: "This thing is a tribute gift from the American short-tailed cat over there... In the cat's house In the eyes, it's about the same as a dead mouse, or a bunch of catnip."

Having said this, the black cat couldn't help but think of the cluster of catnip he had just placed on the other side, and immediately turned around.

Lin Guo's big black sheep with coiled horns was squirming its cheeks, chewing slowly, and staring at the black cat with an expressionless face - it could be seen from the traces of leaves remaining in the corners of its mouth that Zheng Qing's cat The goat had eaten all the mint.

This made the black cat very angry: "You said you are a sheep, why do you eat catnip! Do sheep still eat this stuff?"

Black Sheep's mouth froze and he blinked, seeming to be thinking about Black Cat's question.

After a few seconds, it continued to move its mouth, but this time, it tilted its head and stopped looking at the black cat. Naturally, it no longer cared about the black cat's eyes.

Zheng Qing raised his paw, and finally put it down angrily.

Don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face. After all, he is Lin Guo's friend, so let's give this dead sheep some face.

He comforted himself in this way.

"What's written in that notebook? Can you understand it? If it's important, I can try to ask the short-tailed cat to take us to find it." At this point, he seemed worried that Xiao Xiao had too much confidence in him. Zheng Qing immediately added: "But don't have too much hope... I can't speak cat language, I can only make gestures with it. How much I can understand depends purely on God's will."

"It's not something important, but it's very interesting." Xiao Xiao shook the notebook in his hand and was not dissatisfied with Zheng Qing's words: "It's good to find other ones. It doesn't matter if you can't find them. After all... "

At this point, Xiao Xiao's words stopped abruptly.

Zheng Qing didn't pay attention to the doctor's loss of voice because he knew the reason why the doctor kept silent.

Because the long-lost Norwegian forest cat, with its tail raised, suddenly jumped down from the nearby branch and landed in front of the black cat.

Its body is covered in scars.

In its mouth, there was a small mouse wearing clothes.