Even Pease is dead, and Lyph is a fart.

This battle is too tragic, Brother Pingtou, King of Salted Fish, Sand Walker, these are all big bosses on the rampant side, especially Brother Pingtou, who has never died at all.

Flathead brother's first time!

At this time, a golden light flashed, and the two black cats were swept out.

Rifle took a closer look and found that it was Nicole who had returned, and she not only had to catch up with the king cobra to kill it, but also rushed back to rescue Rifle, who was also out of breath at this time.

Rifle is not blindly optimistic because of Nicole's timely rescue.

Sure enough, after Nicole joined, several more black cats came around.

Nicole the Golden Python: Oh my God, why are there so many of them, are they all born of them?

Oreo the Poisonous Toad: Nicole, take the boss away, we can't drag it on, I'll fight with you.

The second sentence is said to the black cat chasing it, the poisonous toad Oreo gloriously became another victim, as more and more black cats dealt with the opponent, Laifu's friends were soon killed.

Only Snow, the iron-winged goshawk, and Fleis, the king of sloths, are safe for the time being.

But they refuse to be deserters, they want to fight, even if they die, they will die with their friends.

Uzi: (?? _??)

Golden Monty Python Nicole: Why hasn't the stupid roe deer come yet!

Langley Janmy: If she didn't come, there is a reason why she didn't come, she is different from us, it is not easy for her to go out, it seems that this time she is really going to plant.

Golden Monty Python Nicole: It's really boring to be a holy beast for others, and it's not free at all.

Silverhorn Uzi: ,,??????,,

Nicole Golden Python: Brother Rifle, if I die, you must snatch my corpse, I don't want to end up in the wilderness.

Laifu smiled bitterly in his heart, he really didn't expect things to develop to this point.

The big cat on the opposite side is outrageously strong, almost no one can control it, and the only silver-horned giant deer Uzi who may be able to match it still sounds like a holy beast, not a master who can come out casually.

In the face of absolute strength, all scheming and wisdom are rootless.

Nicole asked it to help collect the corpse, who could it expect to collect the corpse for itself, its strength was simply not enough to fight against even a single black cat, not to mention that three more black cats were coming around him.

This time Nicole couldn't help it, because Nicole also became the object of key care.

It seems that this is the only way to go.

Even if it's useless, it can be used as a teasing opponent, let's die a decent death, Rifle took out something from his backpack and shook it at the black cat......

The one holding in its hand was a stick, which was actually the material Su Mo used to make arrows.

The rope is a bowstring, a kind of fish tendon in the sea, which Su Mo also took from the little blacksmith, as for the chicken feathers at the other end of the rope, it came from the one-legged king Allen, Su Xiaojiu made two shuttlecocks with chicken feathers, and the rest were tied together.

There were also two small bells on them, which they had taken from the drawer of Lord Sorin, the sheriff.

Su Mo's original intention of making this thing was to make it easier for Su Xiaojiu and Qiuqiu to play together, as long as Su Xiaojiu took out this thing, Qiuqiu would be very happy.

That's right, it's ......

Cat teaser!

When he came, Laifu heard that the opponent was a big cat, and the ghost sent him to the gods, so he took this cat teasing stick from Su Mo's backpack.

It has absolutely no hope of subjugating a big boss that can make everyone helpless with this thing.

But now, no matter what skill it uses, it won't do any damage to the big cat Bigworth, so it's better to use this form to express its contempt for powerful enemies.

The sound of the two small bells is crisp but faint, this is the Paavo swamp, which is reduced to a place for two monsters to chat and fight, and the sound of skill collision alone can cover most of the sound.

However, such a weak voice made many black cats turn back together.

Rifle shook the cat teasing stick in his hand again, but its voice was still not so loud, no matter how much of Rifle's sharp weapon it used, it didn't help.

But the black cat heard it, and Bigworth heard it.

Its doppelganger is disappearing sharply, and finally reverts to a single individual, so weak and lonely, that people will feel sour when they see it.

"Meow, meow," Bigworth tilted his head, looking at the ridiculous tuft of chicken feathers at the end of the teasing stick, listening to the sound of the little bell of the teasing stick.

Such a thin kitten is still leisurely under the watchful eye of many bosses, and even in the face of attacking skills, it still turns a blind eye.

"The living are boring, only death."

These are the words of the greatest necromancer ever in the Eastern Continent, Kielgard, who lived in the darkest thirty years since the Holy See recovered the continent.

He worships death, and his former friends, teachers, and even sons who rebelled against his rule have all been transformed into undead beings, not to mention his enemies, and at their most prosperous, his undead legions include bone dragons, lichs, banshees, and other powerful creatures.

No one knows that in the life that intersected with Kelgaard, there was one exception at the end.

The black cat remembered the first time it saw Kirgaard, when it had been abandoned by a stinking ditch, half of its body soaked in rainwater, and it wanted to move, to go under the eaves, but its strength was almost out of its body.

It was at that time that Kirgard, who had just returned home from work at the church, saw it.

"It's pathetic, you're going to die." The young priest crouched down next to him and chuckled softly.

"Meow, meow." Bigworth didn't understand what death was, and he wished someone could touch it and take it away from its pain.

As if he understood the little black cat's prayer, the priest, who was not too kind, stretched out his hand.

It was a warm touch.

Laifu and the others watched the black cat close its eyes, and it motioned to the others to stop attacking, since things have taken a turn for the better, it is best not to provoke this little guy.

The priest's hand was magical, and Bigworth soon found himself strong, and the sickness had left it.

It staggered to its feet, and as it saw the priest's white robe moving farther and farther away in the darkness, it scrambled after it.

It's a pity that the kitten, who has always been sick and weak, how can it catch up with the footsteps of the last adult.

"Meow, meow."

The little black cat barked twice, low and depressed, and it lowered its head to feel that night was coming.

"Bigworth, you will be called Bigworth in the future, big cat Bigworth, haha, don't be afraid, although you are very young now, you will grow up in the future, grow up to be a big cat, Lord Bigworth."

A mellow voice sounded overhead, and the little black cat, oh no, it was Lord Bigworth who looked up and saw the young priest's energetic face.

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