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Be a happy cat from tomorrow

Pickle girl adventure to know the world

I care about flowers, birds, and insects and fish from tomorrow

I have a small nest

Facing the grassland, the heart is full of flowers

Smile to every passerby from tomorrow

Tell them about my happiness

What the happy little bird told me I will tell every cat

Give every flower and every grass a warm nickname

Strangers, I bless you

May you have a bright future

Give each flower and a piece of grass a warm nickname

May you have a lover and eventually become married

May you be happy in your past lives

I can only face the prairie and be happy

I believe that if Mr. Haizi knew that his popular poem had been changed to this by a black cat, would it be ridiculous? Or is it ridiculous?

"Anyway, I won't sue like that Aunt Chen, no one has remembered this poem for a long time, let alone a hit!"

The black cat boy ran happily while singing, and the cordyceps and grass around him became a passing scenery, changing the scenery step by step. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, in this situation, he loves this strange world that is no longer strange, no one knows him, he doesn't know anyone, he is unrestrained, he does whatever he wants, and he is free.

"I love you, this world, thank God for the gift!"

He shouted in his heart, so happy that he was about to laugh out loud, like a fool with no heart, no lungs, no heart.

This is the so-called "there is no foresight, there must be near-term worries"!

In the distance, you can see the old elm tree that is about to die, and the abandoned old eagle's nest at the top of the tree.

It's just that now, the old elm tree that is about to die is dead, and the gray branches are hidden in the thick green around it, which looks very abrupt and eye-catching.

Yes, last winter, when the merciless Granny North Wind dragged off the few dead leaves left on the top of the old elm tree that was about to die, the old elm tree that was about to die never woke up again, and it never sprouted the green of life, not even a little bit of green.

It was decaying rapidly, many times faster than the dead trees around it.

The change in the old elm tree, the black cat boy saw it, but he didn't take it to heart.

All he wants to do now is to immediately climb the tree, get into the old eagle's nest, scratch open the book, and practice!

"Meow a mi, only the last page is left, what kind of effect will it be if you finish practicing this page?"

It's full of hope for the future.

He's a curious cat who likes to ask whys for everything.

The black cat boy was still an impatient, and climbed to the top of the tree, and got into the old eagle's nest, scratched the last page of the broken book with his paws, and drew the scoop according to the gourd.

Soon, with the input of the mind, I entered the meditation again.

Everything around us is gone, all you can hear is the sound of heartbeat and the flow of blood, so light, so soft, the whole world is asleep, the whole universe is asleep.

"Click-"

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many times the qi and blood had been running on this cat's body, and with a deafening thunderclap, an eye-catching fireball suddenly exploded in the air and rolled over.

A thunderbolt of fireball exploded in the air, pulling the black cat boy back from his meditation.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a hideous face.

It's a handsome face, and it's hideous because of the hatred that it's distorted.

Jun's face, which was distorted and hideous because of hatred, was even more terrifying because of the two blood-red scars.

"Ah, how could it be her!"

The black cat boy looked at it intently, and the three souls and seven spirits immediately ran away in fright, and even forgot to say that mantra.

Who?

It's the masked woman whose face was scratched by the black cat boy!

It's too late, that's called a fast, I saw her holding the bright sword, condescending, and cutting it off with her head and face.

"It's over, it's over, this time my little life is really over, Mom......"

At this moment, in this situation, the black cat boy can only close his eyes, shrink his neck, and wait for him to die.

When some officials read this, they may say, you big fool, why don't you run!

Yes, if there is even the slightest chance, I will run for my life.

But you have to put yourself in the shoes of our protagonist to think about it.,How big can the old eagle's nest be?,It's hard to even turn your buttocks.,Not to mention it's a treetop that's dozens of meters above the ground.,Put you on the top of the high tower to try.,Look down at the bear.,Halo high.。

However, then again, our story has just begun, and the protagonist can never die, so he has to wait until he writes two or three million words, if you really don't like it, then let the black cat boy die again! At that time, the book can also be finished, and there will be no "eunuchs" at all.

Besides, the old people say that this cat has nine lives, how can it be so easy to say that it will die?

Or the one who said it was too late, that was called a fast, the typing person never had a head to turn around fast, just when the black cat boy shrank his neck, closed his eyes, and obediently waited for death, a miracle appeared!

What miracle?

The old elm tree that had died turned into powder like sand in the blink of an eye, it was enough to be mysterious, enough to cross it.

If you are reading this book, it is good if you are a northerner, and even better if you are a northerner who has lived in the desert, then you must have heard of the slang terms "dead elm pimple head" or "dead elm head melon seeds" and "dead elm braincase".

In fact, this is a "rough word", describing the stubbornness of someone's mind or thought, but the original meaning refers to the fact that the wood of elm is extremely hard and difficult to cut.

It is said that Populus euphratica is born and does not die for 3,000 years, dies and does not fall for 3,000 years, and is immortal for 3,000 years.

Actually, the elm tree is also inseparable!

However, the fact that the old elm tree that had just died turned into a powder like sand in the blink of an eye was a miracle that I could never have dreamed of.

It's just that at that moment, our black cat boy didn't realize that a miracle had happened, he was still there with his eyes closed, his neck shrunched, and honestly waiting for death!

In the confusion, the black cat boy felt that he was suddenly as light as a swallow, like a feather, resisting the small wind, falling lightly.

"Meow a mi, this time it may really be going to hell, this is called death like a feather."

It's all at this juncture, and he hasn't forgotten to joke with himself, what silver!

"Plop!"

The joke I made with myself was just halfway through, and I felt that my body was weak, did I land in a pile of cotton? Think beautifully!

"Meow Mi, why are there counterfeiters everywhere, they are all at the gate of hell, do you want Ben Guixiong to drink a bowl of Meng Po noodles? Lord Yama, Lord Yama, you said that you are too picky, saving so much water can be exchanged for a few eldest sons. ”

No wonder the black cat boy is angry, his mouth is full of powder, and it is difficult to catch his breath!

After a while, about the time to blink twice, the black cat boy really couldn't stand it, and he didn't hear anything abnormal around him, so he dared to open his eyes and open them little by little.

"Forehead drop a god, God doesn't have a forehead, meow a meow, a meow yo......"

The eyes that had just opened were quickly closed again, tightly, gritting teeth!

Why?

It's over, it's over, it's really over this time, there's another one, where to find it and go again.

Before the black cat boy fully opened his eyes, he saw a little cold light shooting down from the sky with a figure as fast as lightning.

"Pounce!"

"Goo-dong!"

Two successive sounds announced the final outcome of the game.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, except for one or two barks from far away, which were still faintly in the ears.

After a while, the black cat boy came to his senses a little.

He closed his eyes, cautiously, tried to explore the ground, and moved his body suspiciously, and found that all the parts of his body were still functioning, and his chest did not taste the taste of "cold to the heart".

Shake your head, your head is still on your neck!

Tickle, the paws are still on the body!

Shake your hips, your tail is still on your ass!

It's all there, let's work!

"But what happened to those two voices I just heard? Could it be ......?"

The black cat boy plucked up his courage again, and opened his eyes little by little, a little frightened.

A large dark blue curtain of night hung high, adorned with shiny little stars, and occasionally a few naughty bags, dragging long or short tails, running around, and that was Meteor and Coet.

"Meow a mi, where did that evil woman go, is it because I am too handsome and I am not willing to do it? Or because I'm too handsome, I'm ashamed to leave. Still is...... Robbery! ”

Writing this, I can't help but sigh like this: Narcissism is so, but what! How!

Meow ...... Damn! ”

I turned my head to the left, and when I looked, I meowed...... Less than a millimeter close to the left ear, there is a bright sword stuck straight in, a sword that can kill people with cold frost!

I turned my head to the right and looked, Mom...... Less than two meters away, there was a woman lying upright, motionless, and a pool of blood!

Our hero is a little good cat, turn over his ancestors more than eight generations of cards, not even a chicken killer, see this scene, this scene, you say can not be scared of the sound? Not spitting out the bile is enough to glorify the ancestors!

"The forehead drops a god, the god doesn't have a forehead, meows a mi, a meow ......"

It's called incoherence.

After a while, the black cat kid finally made a great decision, get up, get up like a man!