It was late at night, and little Tintin and his family had already fallen asleep. The whole Cheche Mountain fell asleep, and the night was as peaceful and quiet as ever. But behind this serenity and tranquility lies a hint of restlessness.

Qiuqiu was lying at the gate of the courtyard of Little Tintin's house, and the pain on his body made it difficult for him to be quiet. High in the night sky, the stars blinked behind the clouds, and they did not understand the sorrow and grievances in Qiuqiu's heart. Qiuqiu wondered if the brightest star was the eyes of the Seven Old Men.

In the past, the eyes of the seven old men were always full of pampering tenderness, such warmth, not as indifferent and lofty as these stars.

The wind blows from the entrance of the village, bringing the fragrance of lotus leaves and lotus flowers in the weir pond at the entrance of the village. This should have been a warm and romantic spring night, but Qiuqiu's heart was full of pain and sorrow.

Qiuqiu climbed out of the gutter next to the yard of Little Tintin's house, climbed into the yard of his own house, and climbed under the old apricot tree.

The chickens, the ducks, and the lambs and the old ewes all fell asleep, and so did Qiuxia. The courtyard was quiet.

Qiuqiu lay under the tree, sticking out his tongue to **** his wounds. The wound was crushed by Xiao Ding Ding and the crushed yellow wattle leaves, which had a bitter taste of Chinese medicine. Although the wound was still a little painful, the bleeding from the wound finally stopped. Fortunately, Xiao Ding Ding and they came in time, otherwise Qiuqiu was really killed by Qiu Xia.

Like all dogs, Qiuqiu's ancestors were primitive wolves, and they all had the tenacious genes of their ancestors. Although the wound was still painful, Qiuqiu had eaten a full meal and recuperated for a while, and it was able to move freely.

Qiuqiu lay under the old apricot tree, the cool evening breeze made it feel relaxed, although it still hurt, but it was also sleepy.

There was a faint noise coming from the rat hole at the edge of the yard. During the day, the yellow-haired rat king saw clearly in the hole about the beating of the ball. It always held hatred for Qiuqiu in its heart, and when it saw that Qiuqiu was seriously injured and lay under the tree and did not move, it felt that this was an opportunity for revenge.

The Yellow Rat King swaggered out with the remnants of his descendants.

That pesky big dog, at the moment, seems to have lost half his life, and will never threaten them again. The courtyard of the Seven Old Han's family is their world again. They almost beat gongs and drums to celebrate.

The Yellow Rat King is cunning, and the carelessness of the last time made him learn to be smart.

The Yellow Rat King sends a little mouse to test the ball.

It was a small mouse a few months old, with the silliness of a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. It walked cautiously and with small steps to the ball.

The ball didn't lift its eyes or move its ears.

The little mouse was so bold that he slipped up to the mouth of the ball and played with its whiskers with his paws.

The yellow-haired rat king really sweated for his daring descendant. This guy is too bold, it's tantamount to touching a tiger's ass!

The ball still didn't move. It's really a down-and-out dog and mouse who dares to bully!

It looks like this dog is really dying!

The yellow-haired rat king took his children and grandchildren to surround the ball. This one is going to get its ears, and the other is going to take his tail. The yellow-haired rat king even ran under the nose of Qiuqiu, looked at this enemy carefully, and looked at its pitiful appearance.

If the rat could laugh, maybe the yellow-haired rat king would laugh so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

The Rat King leaned over to the ball and opened his mouth to bite the tip of its softest nose. It first bit lightly, and Qiuqiu sniffled, ignoring it. It was bolder, and opened its mouth wide to bite hard.

Unexpectedly, the ball suddenly moved, and the speed was very fast. It rolled over violently, its two front paws pressed the two fat rats, and it opened its mouth to bite the tail of the yellow-haired rat king, who was about to turn around.

Qiuqiu burst out the grievances and anger that had accumulated in his heart. It looks like a soul-chasing killer.

The yellow-haired rat king is also a decisive guy, seeing that his tail was bitten in his mouth by Qiuqiu, he could no longer break free. It turned around and bit off its own tail, screaming and running away.

The yellow-haired rat king bit off his tail and ran away, and the two fat guys who were pinned down by the ball suffered from it. Balls bite by bite, and as a result, they die.

The yellow-haired rat king hid in the hole, licking his half-broken tail, and the resentment towards Qiuqiu in his heart increased a little.

Driving away the pesky rats, Qiuqiu wants to sleep quietly for a while.

There was another faint sound at the door.

Qiuqiu was still pretending to sleep, but his ears were erected and his eyes were half-open and half-closed.

Someone broke the bolt of the gate and sneaked in.

Qiuqiu recognized that person was coming, it was an old acquaintance, and that Qiuqiu often crouched in the grass and listened to him call like a ghost at night.

Zhao Quan also heard that Qiuqiu was almost killed by Qiu Xia. He knew that the spiritual filial dog was about to become a dead dog this time, and the seven old men were not at home, so he dared to boldly touch the seven old men's house.

Zhao Quan glanced at the ball lying under the old apricot tree, it was really motionless like a dead dog.

Zhao Quan first touched the edge of the cage of the chickens and ducks, grabbed those chickens and ducks one by one, and put them into the snakeskin bag he brought. Then he touched the sheepfold again, untied the rope of the old ewe, and took it in his hand.

Zhao Quan carried the snakeskin bag, led the old ewe and led the little lamb to the gate of the yard. As I walked, I thought to myself, this time the receipt was really not small.

At the gate of the yard, Qiuqiu didn't know when it was blocked there. At night, its eyes were green like two gems. The low roar in his mouth sounded like a clarion call for his life to Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan screamed, threw the snakeskin bag, threw the rope to tie the sheep, and sat on the ground.

Qiuqiu whined, and pounced on Zhao Quan like lightning.

On this day, Qiuqiu had too much anger in his heart. also deserved Zhao Quan's bad luck, and this time he became the target of Qiuqiu's venting.

Qiuqiu is like crazy to tear and gnaw at this Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan cried and shouted at his mother, rolling on the ground, and his and urine flowed all over his pants.

The howl of the ball and the beast, and Zhao Quan's heart-rending scream, soon woke up the whole village.

Qiu Xia was also awakened, quickly got up and turned on the light, and came out to see what was going on.

She was also frightened to see Qiuqiu tearing at someone like crazy. She didn't dare to come near Qiuqiu anymore, that crazy look was a dog, it was a beast.

"Save me, Aunt Qiuxia, hurry up and save me, this dog is going to bite me to death." Zhao Quan couldn't care about any dignity and shame, so he crawled to Qiu Xia's side, holding her feet, "I, never steal anymore." ”

Qiuxia has only been here for a few days, but she still knows Zhao Quan, who is screaming on the top of the mountain every night.

After listening to Zhao Quan's words, I realized that this guy was pretending to be crazy, but he was actually an out-and-out chicken thief.

Where would Qiu Xia sympathize with a guy like Zhao Quan, so she shouted at the top of her voice: "Catch the thief, catch the chicken thief." ”

Zhao Quan curled up and hid behind Qiu Xia, now he would rather be caught as a thief than face Qiuqiu who lost his mind and went crazy.