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In the blink of an eye, five years have passed!

"Hu Xuangon, your mother told you to go home for dinner!"

"Dad, I'm back. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The old drunkard tore open his broken gong-like throat and shouted, and a little boy who had already played in the middle of the day came out of the grass in the distance while agreeing, and a huge black cat followed behind him, like a little follower, inseparable.

The old drunkard is called Diera, and the family lives a down-and-out life when he has to eat the last meal, so people simply call him "Poor Diela".

Of course, this big black cat is the black cat boy!

"Alas, if that old saying is true, how good it would be if my dream came true!"

Looking at her son, who was gobbling up, the poor daughter-in-law muttered such a sentence again, she had to repeat this sentence every day I don't know how many times, at least 800 times!

One thing has to start when she was pregnant.

When she was just pregnant, one night she dreamed that she was carrying a black ram and plucked out its horns and tail.

After waking up, let a man named Li Shantong interpret the dream, this Taoist said: "This is a good omen, the sheep has its horns and tail as the king's character, and you will have a son who will become the king in the future." ”

After that, this woman talked about it every day.

The black cat boy who was squatting on the side was tired of hearing it, and when he left, the words "Xianglin Sister-in-law" suddenly popped up in his mind inexplicably, what did it mean? I can't remember it for a while, it's weird, it's like a dream.

"Don't go, play with me."

With a cry, a small, oily hand tightly grasped the cat's long "handle".

"Meow, let go of your stinky paws, don't dirty me!"

The black cat boy scolded viciously in his heart, and turned his head very angrily, really wanting to bite this child to death.

But he can't bite him to death, not only can't bite him to death, but he also has to prevent others from biting him to death.

"This is an order, you must protect him!"

The old native cat once warned the black cat boy like this, and ordered with a serious face.

Although he didn't understand it very well, the black cat boy still strictly followed the old cat's orders, and he knew that there must be a mystery in this.

"It's time to sleep, my darling!"

The woman who was the mother patted her son's fleshy little ass with a look of satisfaction.

Finally, when the poor daughter-in-law was about to exhaust all the tricks of coaxing and deception, the little boy finally quieted down and fell into a deep sleep.

The black cat boy also put on a very obedient appearance, clinging to the warm meat of the little master, and fell asleep deeply.

Enough to nourish the spirit, there is still action at night.

It was dark and the cats were getting active.

The black cat boy walked alone for a long time, and came to an old elm tree that was about to die, and looked around very vigilantly, and then quickly climbed to the top of the old tree.

There is an abandoned old eagle's nest, made of * branches, and it is very strong, which can keep out the wind and rain, and it is quite comfortable to lie down.

There's a book in the old eagle's nest, a very broken book!

He gently scratched the book with his front paws, and there were words and drawings inside, and it was still a manuscript.

The book was given to him by the Grey Cat, the night the order was given to protect the little boy.

"What kind of way does this old earth cat come from?"

In the heart of the black cat boy, the mystery index of the old native cat is rising rapidly.

But at the same time, the black cat kid is sure that the old cat has no ill will towards her, at least not yet, otherwise she would not have saved herself.

"Take a good look at it, practice it."

That night, when the old cat was leaving, he told the black cat boy that on the top of the dying old elm tree there was an abandoned old owl's nest, and there was a very important book in it.

"Meow a cat, then take a look, then practice."

The black cat boy smiled bitterly, sorted out his thoughts, calmed down, looked at the pictures in the book, and drew the scoop according to the description of the text.

In fact, the black cat kid didn't know that from the moment he opened this seemingly broken book, he had already embarked on a road of no return full of great risks.

As for what kind of road of no return is this, which is full of great risks, or the old saying, read and cherish it!

Here, let's talk about the book first.

This is an extremely profound book of internal strength and mental secrets, there is nothing special when you have just cultivated, and only when you reach the ninth layer, all the wonders will be revealed naturally.

This is still an extremely terrifying book, once you go mad, the true qi in your body will explode, leaving the cultivator's bones gone.

In this way, isn't the old cat's approach intentionally harming the black cat boy?

There is no need to worry about this!

Because, for the black cat boy, his body structure is very different from that of a human after all, and these differences can just avoid injuries caused by improper luck and other reasons.

What's more, it is extremely difficult for human practitioners to enter the kind of meditation that seems to be sleeping, but cats are different, they can enter the state anytime and anywhere.

It's called serendipity and the favor of God.

When it was dawn, the black cat boy, who had practiced all night, jumped from under the dying old elm tree, ready to go home and continue to be his little attendant.

"Mom!"

Just walked out a short distance, met the old native cat, and the black cat boy barked affectionately.

"Well, it's a good practice, but you still have to work a little harder, you're running out of time."

From the old cat's salty tone, it can be heard that she knows him well, and she has complete control over his situation.

The black cat boy stood respectfully.

The affection between him and her seems to be evaporating little by little, more and more like a relationship between superiors and subordinates, more precisely, a relationship between command and obedience.

Task?

This is the biggest doubt that haunts the black cat boy's heart, lingering.

He has become more and more aware that he is just a small chess piece held by an invisible hand, and can only be at the mercy of others, resigned to fate.

Or maybe the old cat is another small chess piece pinched by the big hand.

It's just that she's a chariot and a horse cannon, and he's just a pawn who hasn't crossed the river yet.

When will this pawn cross the river?

He longed for that day to come sooner rather than later, when all doubts would probably be no longer in doubt.

Sure enough, it's time to come!

At noon that day, it was still very hot, and the old drunkard and his beautiful daughter-in-law did not know where to go to cool off.

In the whole dilapidated room, there were only the black cat boy and the little boy.

The little boy slept very deeply, very sweetly, and it was the age of many sleeps.

The black cat boy pretended to sleep, his eyes narrowed into thin slits, and he snored quietly, relieving himself of his boredom.

Suddenly, a man flashed in, masked, and holding a bright knife in his hand.

At this moment, this situation, if it were in the first two years, the black cat boy would definitely jump in fright. But since he practiced that set of exercises, he found that he had become more and more calm.

Be quiet, and be like that dying old elm tree!

"Hold on! Watch and see what happens! ”

The black cat boy meditated in his heart, pretending not to see anything, nothing had happened, and continued to squint his eyes into slits and snoring quietly.

I saw that the masked man handed over the bright sword to his left hand, and with his right hand gently lifted a small thin blanket covering the little boy's belly, and looked at the belly, and immediately his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Not good!"

The black cat boy knew that it was too late, and the masked man quickly handed the sword back from his left hand back to his right hand, and raised it high above his head, and the sword was about to fall, and the consequences could be imagined.

It's hanging in the balance!

"Mom!"

A scream, very light, very heavy, very painful.

It wasn't the little boy who screamed, he was still asleep sweetly and deeply.

It wasn't the big black cat who was screaming, he was still snoring quietly, his eyes narrowed into thin slits.

It was the masked man who screamed!

Unexpectedly, it was still a woman's scream!