Zhuang Zhou dreamed of cats, and Thomas dreamed of cats.

In nightmares that he couldn't wake up from, day and night, he dreamed of cats flying over the snow.

Dreaming of turning into a butterfly is a very romantic thing.

Cats are also romantic, and even more adorable.

Butterflies have an elegant, fleeting romance, but cats must be more beautiful, powerful and cute.

Cats can't fly, as they should be.

But she swept up out of thin air and jumped thirty meters.

Flying is the dream of human beings.

From Zhuangzi's dream of the butterfly and the melting of beeswax on the wings of Icarus in Greek mythology, to the production of rocket chairs by Wanhu, to the invention of the airplane by the Wright brothers, and the Bulls' 131-135 defeat on April 21, 1986, after two overtimes.

Human beings always want to get rid of gravity and enjoy the freedom of free flight.

Therefore, light skills in martial arts and flying in magic are always the most important. And flying is also the origin of the jealousy of the war system.

However, just like in plane battles, flying loses terrain bonuses, and only the dominant side will choose to fly with a big spike.

Although the cat's jumping is agile and agile, it is like a flying kick in an action movie, and there are big flaws. The rats, who were awakened by the cat, took off their crossbows and used a rain of arrows to crack their clone illusions.

But that was only wishful thinking, and Catgirl's figure quickly and haphazardly rotated and flickered, past the Thief Boss, and appeared around the thieves who were closing in on Thomas.

Her red scarf dragged a long afterimage, like an ink painting, like a flowing silk-like texture.

Her figure disappears from time to time, from near to farther away, leaving multiple translucent virtual images of floating light around her at the same time.

The thieves looked around blankly, their necks, armpits, hearts, abdomen, elbows and knees suddenly cracked, and blood gushed wildly.

The rain of blood and falling snowflakes were shattered and twisted by the flowing sword light, and the walls and the main mine of black ice could not stop her movement—she could go wherever she wanted.

"Wait, dwarves and gnomes are my friends!" Thomas snapped, and the remnant of the red scarf took a sudden turn against common sense, arcing in front of him.

The cat is light, the cat is delicate, is it yes?

Happiness came too suddenly, and he suddenly wondered if it was an illusion within a hallucination.

It's time to read poetry.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. His poor language level is no longer enough to express his emotions, so he has to borrow the wisdom and words of the ancients to express it: "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will support ...... spring."

There was no need to go on, for the cat girl began to speak in the same soft and subdued tone:

“Suiang-jianne-shyr-nan-bye-yih-nan”

“Dong-feng-wu-lih-bay-hua-tsarn”

“Chuen-tsarn-daw-syy-sy-fang-jinn”

“Lah-jiuh-cherng-huei-ley-shyy-gan”

This poem is quoted in a certain Dungeons & Dragons game that has been hailed as a masterpiece. But what exactly does it mean, is it to express the poet's lovesickness or to hide other themes such as political sustenance? Because the words are so vague that people still debate them even in China a thousand years later.

You can't be wrong, the only cat who knows these hazy poems is the one in your own house.

He leaned down, stretched out a half-clasped hand towards her, blinked slowly, and whispered softly.

She hesitated and swerved towards him, as if she was going to jump away at any moment.

The cat girl's eyes are in a trance, her nose is slightly wrinkled, her mouth is open, and the appearance of licking her lips is full of charm. But Thomas knew that it wasn't a smile, but that she was collecting scents and male pheromones to send into the hoe. It's been a long time since he's seen it, but he's always known it.

After observing and staring for a while, the cat girl finally made up her mind to get closer, and when she was about to rub it, she gently stroked him with her tail.

No matter how much heart is like steel, it is crispy into pieces and pieces. Thomas only felt that his muscles were soft and his soul was flying away, and his heroism was in vain.

The ranger's heart fluttered, stroking her chin and the top of her head, and the joy was infinite, and the cat also took advantage of the baby, purring and rubbing against the blue star man to leave its own scent mark.

Feeling that this atmosphere was going to reach the great harmony of life, someone who was a fan of Wen Ruian finally arrived and coughed twice.

The leader of the thieves ran past her in a panic, and the female mage stared at the cat, not paying any attention.

Subconsciously, Kurgal had always felt that he was still the great hero who rescued her from the red-robed laboratory, and that he could easily crush those thieves to death, so he didn't think about it that way.

After being alerted by the Drow Assassin, it dawned on her, only to stumble like a headless fly, causing the dwarves to chase after her, taking more time.

Although it was probably too late, she eventually made her way through the rift to the dwarven ruins to try her best to save Thomas.

It's just that it was less than a minute late, and it was preempted by the cat.

Cats, I hate cats.

Although she didn't feel the mood of the hostess at all, the eyes of the drow assassin Schalke, who was a fan of "Nameless", lit up when he saw the outfit of the cat girl ninja.

Showing his double swords and putting on a posture, he said loudly: "I am Schalke of Zhonghua Pavilion, you wolf ambitions of Sakura, you dare to invade my dragon ......"

Thomas was a little speechless, feeling that this person looked stupid at the anti-Japanese heroes, and besides, she was from Aztec, but she received Sakura-chan's ninjutsu and swordsmanship training in Cat City.

There are three types of cat people in Aztec, the Jaguar, the Mountain Lion and the Tiger Cat. The pattern on the body is similar to that of a leopard, but the jaguar has a black dot in the center, the mountain lion has features that look like a female lion, and the tiger cat is good at climbing.

"Hundred flowers?" Aberdell exclaimed in surprise in Kurgal's mind, "It was thanks to her that she was able to stop the Baal Killers......"

Not noticing Baihua's lowered ears and wagging tail, the Drow Elf mistook the other party for no response and continued to approach in a posture.

Suddenly, her figure vanished from its place, and several streaks of blood erupted from the Drow Assassin's body, and he was trapped in a cobweb that appeared out of thin air.

"Who are you?" Schalke's voice trembled.

As soon as Kulgar tried to cast a spell to stop her, he saw a hundred flowers appear beside him.

Kurgal was struck and a large piece of flesh was torn off, and he crawled to the side, very embarrassed.

The wind finally blew the cloudy sky through the cracks, and the moonlight slanted down, illuminating her all-too-lovely face.

The cuteness of the cat, the vigor of the leopard, the ferocity of the tiger, the innocent expression, the pitiful eyes, and the style that has just grown up, fused into a kind of murderous charm that only a cat girl can have.

Ahh

Of course, because the more beautiful the other person, the more it becomes an insurmountable nightmare.

It was clear that he would be killed in a few seconds, but Kurgal was still stunned.

Unwilling to ...... But there is no way.

Because cats are so ruthless and ferocious, and besides, I am not reconciled...... Lovely.

"Baihua, stop! That's Kurgal!"

Thomas, who had recovered from the surprise of the reunion, guessed that the female dwarf was formed by Kurgal because of the Drow assassin standing beside him.

I really want to kill this cat with all my might, but then the ranger will never forgive himself. Kurgal stopped the Drow Assassin who tried to fight back.

Schalke was much stronger than the thieves and nezumi, so despite his serious injuries, he still had the strength to fight back.

With a "ha" to Kurgal, Baihua stood on tiptoe and walked back to the ranger with a catly graceful step.

"Strange, strange, I don't think I'm worse than hers, but I can't crush the thief like I just did?" said the Drow Assassin, stroking his wounds.

"Your weapon is not good," said Kurgal, "and it is the sword of Sumir's chosen king, known as the Master of the Battlefield, which was given to her by the fool Aberdell, and I was present at the time. ”

"Yes, yes, Mirror Sword Ilbresa, the best self-defense weapon for warriors!" Abel Dale didn't seem to hear a certain adjective, and laughed honestly and happily: "I didn't expect that sword to be so powerful in the hands of the cat ninja that it could seriously injure the Baal Slayer incarnation." Hahahaha, that kid at Wellcon plotted against me, and he didn't live long!"

In Baihua's hand, the sword grid was transformed into a short sword in the style of a cat fighting sword, which was Ilbresa, and the other sword with a delicate spider web pattern on the hilt and hundreds of small spiders carved on the blade was a gift that only a capable killer of the spider queen could get.

Kurgal hadn't seen the screw stinger and didn't know where she got it.

"Baihua, where have you been in the past few years?"

"Baihua, do you want me?"

"Hundred Flowers ......"

Thomas reached out to grab her hand, but was thrown away, and then "ha".

Super fierce!

"Oh yes, the cat's paw must be on principle. He sneered and stroked her chin and the top of her head, switching to a snoring stance.

"Dear Tommy," Cortana snapped up, "have you forgotten that she never talks privately?"

A dialog pops up in front of Thomas: "User Baihua is trying to join your mind link, OK/cancel?"

Are you sure.

So the information bar in the lower left corner was frantically refreshed:

"I'm taller than you, why are you crouching? Is there a cat outside?"

"You don't smell of me anymore!"

"Touch me!"

"Your mane is so long, has you changed from a tiger to a lion?"

"Touch me!"

"Dasha cat, touch me!"

"I'm hungry, feed me. ”

"Come to me!"

"Touch me! now!"

"Where have you been all these years, I thought you had abandoned me. Thomas said in Psychic Link.

Baihua turned her head, her ears drooped, and she flicked her tail and didn't speak.

For her, this was already the strongest expression of confession, sadness and displeasure.

Thomas shook his head and chuckled, she's back, she's still the same as before, and that's fine.

No matter what kind of predicament and distress he faced, no matter how hostile and jealous he suffered, he could already face it calmly.

Because cats are the raison d'être of humans, because cats are a force that ultimately helps people to stand up from the ruins of their spirits.

XP Progress: 6000/6000

A familiar and long-lost "Knock" sounded in his ears, an upgraded sound effect from Baldur's Gate.

Turning his head to look around, he didn't find the body of the shadow demon assassin, but it was fine. After leveling up tomorrow and getting a 2-ring spell, it's his time to die.

Asking Kurgal to help keep the dwarves and gnomes in check, he packed up his loot and took the two back to the tunnel.

Kurgal, who caused the commotion, couldn't go back the way she came, but thankfully she had spells to fly or teleport back.

Thomas and the four were gone, and there was no light in the ruins.

Schalke and Kurgal looked at each other for a moment, but neither spoke.

After a moment, Kurgal looked down at the ground, the footprints of Thomas's departure.

Kurgal asked Schalke: "Why is it not dawn yet?"

Schalke said: "It's coming. ”

"It's so cold. ”

Schalke said: "Winter is coming. ”

The moonlight seeped in, and locks of it were sprinkled on the ground. The moonlight was bright, and there was a lot of blood on the ground.

Kuhl was stunned for a moment, feeling that the blood of these people fighting for the black ice was spilled on the distant mountains, near the trees, and all over the ground, like snow burning.

She suddenly shivered smartly, and almost groaned and said: "Life is really lonely as snow." ”