From the first time he saw the black cat, Jiang Yu knew that it was the big black cat he was looking for.

Although she didn't know why the black cat's eyes turned red, the unique temperament on its body, as well as the satin-like smooth and shiny fur on its body, made her trust her judgment very much.

Besides, stepping on snow with four paws is not a big road product. After staying in school for so long, Jiang Yu has not seen the second black cat with four paws stepping on snow.

I finally saw you, but I didn't miss it.

The little white cat slid through this thought in his mind, and he was happy for a while, and couldn't help but snort a few times - since he could easily complete the small goal of finding the black cat, the task of capturing the murderer should not be too difficult!

With this good mood, the little white cat took a few steps back, and with a short run, he jumped up to the big locust tree in three or two strokes. After several experiences of changing into a cat, she has been able to master some feline instincts.

For example, night vision, such as hunting, such as climbing trees.

Although the locust tree is tall, its trunk is not high, and it only relies on its branches that spread out in all directions to support its huge canopy. Therefore, although the white cat is still small, it can also jump up with a run.

It's just that this locust tree is a little older, and the bark is far more cracked and rough than other trees in the forest. The little white cat's soft palm pad is very uncomfortable to step on the bark.

But in order to catch the black cat, she tugged at her ears and endured the discomfort.

After climbing over more than ten meters of rough bark and over the heads of more than ten large and small cats, the little white cat finally came to the branch where Zheng Qing was lying on his stomach.

"Pull aside!"

The little white cat screamed ferociously, raised its front legs and kicked hard, kicking the black cat's body to the side. The black cat turned his head and glanced in other directions, as if he was a little stunned.

The little white cat suddenly felt dissatisfied, raised its paws, and 'reminded' the black cat again.

The black cat finally reacted, and moved a little to the side, leaving enough space.

The little white cat finally let out a long breath, shook its head and squeezed in, and then lay down lazily.

......

Zheng Qing couldn't understand the meaning of the cat's meow.

Although he had been a cat for a long time, he could guess what these fluffy creatures were trying to convey by the different tones and tones of their voices. But this guess is not as accurate as verbal communication.

Of course, because the social life and way of thinking of cats are extremely simple, he does not need to seriously figure out the subtle psychological changes of cats. It is enough to be able to roughly guess what they want to say.

Just like now.

The little white cat seems to want him to lean over and leave her some open space?

However, doesn't she know that this location is a place where only the boss of the cat pack can stay?

The black cat squinted, tilted its head and glanced at the little white cat that had entered the mess, its tail hooked, and there were some doubts in his heart. Moreover, the little white cat climbed all the way up, passing by so many cats of all sizes, why didn't the cat stop it.

Where has all the sense of responsibility gone?!

Is this the attitude of working as a subordinate?!

The black cat couldn't help but glance back at the cats behind and under him.

I saw them huddled together in twos and threes, or licking each other's fur, or squinting and napping, or staring at the bark in a daze, and a few active creatures were jumping around in the small space between square inches, chasing a floating branch. None of them look normal.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but slap his face.

He shouldn't have expected anything from a creature like a cat in the first place.

Before his sense of self-blame could subside, there was another 'heavy' kick from his waist. Of course, this 'heavy' is only relative. The black cat could feel that the little white cat had already used eleven points of strength, but she was too small, and even if she used more power than she could do, the impact on the black cat would be minimal.

At best, it only served as a little hint for the black cat.

The black cat moved in the direction of the little white cat's foot, squeezing out a few inches of space - well, forget it, the big cat is not as knowledgeable as the kitten. The world is so big, it doesn't matter if she has a few inches.

......

Xu noticed the movement between the branches of the trees above.

The Ragdoll cat, which had been honestly staying below, couldn't sit still, hesitated for a few seconds, and tentatively climbed a few steps up. But it's only a few steps.

When it wants to find another few inches of space between the black cat and the white cat, the little white cat will squeeze it down very stingily without the black cat reacting.

Precious resources are precious everywhere.

The Ragdoll cat 'meowed' a few times, and found that the black cat stayed indifferent, and even pulled its ears, as if trying to plug the ear piercing, and finally gave up the plan to get on the top, and honestly returned to its original place.

......

The little white cat has a few dead branches and leaves hanging on its body.

Maybe it was glued to her body when she was walking on the lawn, maybe it was hung on her body when she walked through the bushes, or maybe it was inherited from other cats when she just climbed a tree.

In short, there are a few obstructive blades of grass hanging on the kitten's white fur.

As a slightly obsessive-minded cat, Zheng Qing couldn't be indifferent to those few leaves.

Of course, it is impossible to lick the fur, he doesn't even lick his own fur, let alone a little white cat that appears inexplicably. If it weren't for the fact that she had met a few times before, and she was too young to make Zheng Qing feel compassion, her reckless act of ascending to the 'throne' would have been enough for the black cat to beat her in the dirt.

The black cat had tried to pretend to be blind.

But the white cat crowded around him, and those few dead leaves inevitably rubbed twice on his body from time to time, scratching him uncomfortable.

After holding on for a minute, the black cat finally couldn't hold it anymore, moved its body outward, and then raised its paws, flicked along the fur, and pulled the few dead grasses down the little white cat.

The little white cat was stunned for a few seconds, seemingly embarrassed.

But he still obediently leaned his body under the black cat's paws, kicked his paws at the same time, rested his head on them, squinted and began to snore, and his little tail flicked behind him, so uncomfortable.

The black cat was stunned, and the paws that had not yet been withdrawn were raised in the air, and he didn't know where to put them.

Is this to let yourself tickle her?!

Does she think she's the queen?!!

Who's the boss of the cat pack!

The black cat shook its ears indignantly, but did not remove its paws, but honestly pressed on the back hair of the little white cat and began to brush along the hair.

Take care of the children.

He comforted himself so much, just petting the cat. Wizards can pet cats, and the cats that wizards become can naturally pet cats. Logically, there is nothing wrong with it at all.