What are they going to do? When he's a bully, isn't it? The last time he played basketball, he hit a neighbor, and that person turned the whole street upside down, and everyone knew that Chris smashed others and refuted and didn't admit it, he just wanted to show his unintentional mistakes, and the neighbors didn't hesitate to accuse him of the unlucky man. How can a person's mouth be able to compete with a group. He closed his mouth and listened to the uncles and aunts take turns to teach, which was simply amazing. Their children also came out and stood aside and laughed as they watched. This is probably where the reason why he is a bully comes from.

"So be it, throw it at his doorstep. ”

"Chris will find out!"

"We are not afraid of him whatever he does. ”

"You're right, haha......"

Sure enough, the dead cat was thrown to him. Tomorrow he will be scolded again for abusing a cat to death. I don't want to think about who told the child that a black cat would bring bad luck.

Stand by the window and listen to their conversation, waiting for the laughter to fade before casually walking to the door. Although I am very sympathetic, I am dead and dead, so I am kind enough to bury it.

The dark living room always echoes with a subtle roar, accompanied by ...... The moaning of the cat.

"Damn my neighbor, damn I live here. ”

Holding the handle, he hesitated. Well, it doesn't hurt anyway, he's already unlucky and unlucky, sort of. It's nice to have a dead cat to set off his mood!

Gritting his teeth and twisting, the door immediately opened a small crack, and the soft light was thrown in without showing weakness.

The black cat at the door opened only one green eye. The four slender legs were also placed irregularly, the young toe claws were broken and pierced into the flesh, the left ear was torn and bleeding, and the black hair, which was not dense in itself, was strangled into a trace by the rope, and the mosquito whimpered softly to the man who opened the door in his sight, and then slowly closed the only world.

[Loki, how did you get this way?]

It's not my blood......

You have wounds on you, don't lie to me.

If one day, I walk on the Rainbow Bridge with my head down and remember all the beautiful scenery of Asgard, and there is no bridge keeper to bother me, and when I have come to the end of what I think I think, I will stand on the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, looking at the bottomless abyss, and I will forget my name, and I will not remember the facts of the bad guys.

Looking back, on the other side of the bridge, it's you who sees you.

It's you who call my name.

Thor, my brother. 】

It is a three-month-old kitten. Asleep, or dead?Chris held it carefully with both hands, and the temperature of his palms flowed into the black cat's body little by little. And a weak beating heart.

The cat is crying out in pain, the cat needs his help, the only person the cat sees.

[Loki's indifference made me feel like I couldn't get close to him. Maybe that's why I hate talking to him, because no one has ever done this to me. I asked him if he wanted to go to the highest mountain in Asgard, and he just smiled, scratched his black hair and shook the book in front of me. If you don't go, forget it. Why should I go and beg him personally?

No matter how hard I tried to get to know him. 】

- Asgard, Act II

His eyelids were pierced by the light of the early sun, and Chris opened his eyes and blinked a few times, and the first thing he saw was the black kitten he had brought back last night. And he made a small box and spread it in a soft towel to let it sleep in. The kitten didn't die, but I don't know if it was injured or it liked to lie in it.

Blood trickled down the ear and down his cheeks, and it was already dry and stuck to the tips of the hair, dyed maroon. The eye can only see the head of the black cat, and the warm sunlight has made the black hair all over the body coated with a layer of light gold, but the cracked ears are a little shocking. The cat's eyes in the morning are jujube kernel-shaped, just ...... This jujube pit is a bit deformed.

What does it want to do? Chris stared at its fluffy head and poked his forelimbs a little, and even the hair on his back trembled slightly as he moved, opened his mouth and stretched out his pink tongue to lick a handful of messy hooks with the tip of his tongue, as if he felt uncomfortable lying down like this, so he simply moved and leaned against the cardboard box while laboriously grooming.

Back and forth, the originally dirty forelimbs became smooth, but they were still ......

By the way, its cat's claws should have been broken by the children, and he didn't know how to get it, but how did they do it to a kitten, with such tiny paws?

Whining.

The kitten whimpered a few times, and simply turned over to lick the stray hair on its back, but it turned out to be a mouthful of blood and debris, and it just didn't give up trying to erase the brown blood stains and strangulation marks.

The little furry leopard's head just writhed under Chris's eyes. But...... It was the first time he thought the kitten was so cute, and it was a black cat. Seriously, he doesn't like animals with black appearances, especially crows that have fallen into bad luck.

Is it okay to touch it?

I moved the palms of my hands to my eyes, and I thought about the touch of my palms last night. The soft and delicate hair, the somewhat cold body, and, remember, its weight is as light as a leaf. Lifted the quilt and got off the bed, walked barefoot to the side of the box, squatted down, and carefully observed the movements of the black cat.

The sparse fur was already a little unkempt, and the cat realized that Chris's eyes were on her, and unhurriedly raised her head and glanced at it with disdainful green eyes, as if to say that it knew who he was, and there was no need to say more. He could feel that those unusually deep green cat's eyes knew him. But had he ever seen a black-eyed cat?

It's the first time I've seen such a thing in my life.

The cat turned its head and continued to lick and comb its hair, and the tip of its pink tongue was dyed with a few drops of red and black hair, and then withdrew it into its mouth and swallowed it, continuing to care for it repeatedly.

[Loki, you're hurt.] When I saw the red undried blood stains on my shoulders, my first instinct was to reach out and touch them. He was glared at me innocently and raised his hand to block it. He hates me? I'm fine, really. That's what you say every time, right? Loki, let you go to martial arts, you're always reading books, and just reading books will hurt you? If you don't want to be touched, forget it. Who can guess what's going on in your mind.

That's right, no one can guess Loki's thoughts. 】

The triangular ears were bleeding again at the root. Was he delusional? While the black cat was tilting its head, his index finger reached over and tried to touch it, but the black cat turned his head very cleverly, and who knew that it hit his finger like this. Cats and people alike were shocked. The cat's ears twitched twice, and it opened its mouth and roared lowly.

Open your mouth slightly, showing your tiny fangs.

"You still want to bite me?"

He quickly took his finger away, and suddenly realized that he had just spoken to a cat. It's just a kitten that will die, what the hell is he afraid of...... The cat barely stood up with a towel, its head resting on the edge of the box, its mouth curled in an arc.

What an expression is this!

It's not really going to pick up a bad cat! It's a look like a lion smiling at its prey. He subconsciously took a few steps back, and suddenly felt that it was too idiotic to do so, licked his lips and continued to spread his right hand again. The cat stared at the hand and did nothing, retracting a sinister smile. A large hand hovered above the black cat's head. The cat read Chris's thoughts, a tiny purr from deep in his throat, and his hay-like tail stood up like a life, even a few wagging wiggles.

What does this mean by consent?

The bone joints of the stiff hands fell minute by minute, and the palms touched the cat's triangular ears, and the cat's ears were instantly sensitively withdrawn, and the palms of the scratched hands would itch. His ears were hurt, and he didn't want to touch that part, so his hand curled up and slid to the neck to rub the soft hair. The cat's eyes narrowed, and the more often its tail wagged. The tense hands relaxed, and Chris slumped his shoulders and smiled reassuringly.

This kitten is not so bad, it does not show a dangerous side to itself, except for the weird smile just now. Black animals are so mysterious, especially the eyes.

Stroking the hair on his neck, he swept over the slightly bulging back with interest, perhaps because he was too thin, his back bone protruded, which did not make the cat look weak, but there was a unique view. The cat retracts into the box, sticks its tongue out of its mouth, and gently licks and kisses its fingers with its own taste.

Good job!

Chris silently appreciated. There was a look in his blue eyes that only he understood. This kind of feeling is already familiar to the unfamiliar.

"This is your home. ”

The tongue of the kiss stopped, and the cat paused, opening its eyes to stare at him smiling.

Its home?

Stray cats, wild cats, cats that are regarded as bad luck, will also have a home?