"It's here, right!"

"Nonsense! Follow the crane, we will follow the crane wherever it flies, how can we go wrong?"

"But it's too far out of the way, isn't it? There are only a few of us within a radius of 500 meters, is it really okay? Why do you say Brother Qing'er is running in such a remote place...... It's so plain that people panic. ”

"What an adult, not even a cat!"

"No matter how biased it is, it is in the school, where can it be. ”

There were a few familiar voices outside the forest, which were the voices of several hunters of the Sin Hunting Team. The black cat squatting on the stump couldn't help tilting his head and looking in the direction where the sound came from—with this twist of his head, the big and small cats that had been surrounding him seemed to have been chased by dogs, and they slipped away, scattered, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The black cat turned his head, shook his ears, and called out directly in his heart:

"Hemp wheat husk!"

Should we say that they are sensitive, or are they timid? They can run faster than rabbits when they are a little bit windy! No, rabbits will not run away when they hear people talking, but at least they have to stand up and look around!

Not to mention the black cat's scolding, the original chaotic speech in the forest suddenly disappeared after the phrase 'hemp wheat skin', and then it was quiet for a few seconds, and the voice roared again.

"It's a real hammer, this is it!"

"I heard Brother Qing'er's voice!"

"Doctor, can cats really speak? It's Captain Zheng who just spoke!" The voice of the last sentence was full of curiosity, and along with this voice, the black cat faintly heard a few crisp bells.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes - the owner of the voice he was familiar with, naturally it was the genius little alchemist from the Alpha Academy, Lin Guo. But the owner of the bell is not a good fellow.

As he spoke, several figures bypassed the trees in the forest and appeared in front of the black cat.

Walking in the front are Xin Fat Man and Zhang Jixin, the fat man is holding a bucket of fried chicken, and he is eating a can of beer, eating with relish. Zhang Jixin, on the other hand, was wearing a hunting suit, boxing gloves, and a law book hanging on his belt, looking like he was hunting at any time.

Behind the two of them was a big black goat with horns, and on the back of the sheep sat a little boy with a small bell around his neck. As the sheep's hooves clicked and clicked, the bell on the sheep's neck flicked and made a crisp sound.

On the left side of the goat, there is a blue holding a sword, and on the right is Xiao Xiao holding a notebook. Compared to the others, both of them seem to be a bit out of the world, relying on goats to lead the way, walking slowly forward.

The black cat's gaze paused on the black goat's body, deliberately ignoring the goat's downward gaze, and finally fell on the red-faced wizard.

"Ahem, why are you dressed like this," the black cat coughed, trying to greet everyone in a normal tone as much as possible, "Is there a hunt today? What about Dylan? Why didn't he come!"

As soon as the black cat spoke, the originally calm scene suddenly exploded.

"Wow, really, black cat! Speak!" Lin Guo screamed, grabbed the shoulder of the blue next to him, and shook it vigorously, with an excited face, with an expression that he wanted to stuff the black cat into the laboratory immediately: "Can I touch him?"

Blue pressed the little wizard's arm, stopping Zheng Qing's unrealistic plan before he could get angry.

"Dylan is still asleep in the coffin, in broad daylight, don't you let people have a good rest. This is Zhang Jixin answering Zheng Qing's question.

"I was talking about his dress just now," Fat Xin grabbed a piece of fried chicken, habitually slammed the red-faced wizard, and interjected in a vague tone: "After all, it's a sassy bag...... Ever since our hunting team won the championship in the freshman competition, as long as he doesn't go to class, he can't wait to wear that hunting suit for forty-eight hours a day!"

"A day in your house is forty-eight hours?" Zhang Jixin's face turned red rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, his hands were clenched one by one, and his tone was not very friendly.

"It's a rhetorical device, an exaggeration...... Rhetoric, rhetoric, do you understand?" the fat man shrank his neck and slid behind the stump where Zheng Qing was, holding his fried chicken bucket and retorting cautiously.

Zheng Qing tilted his head and sniffled.

The air is filled with an enticing aroma of frying that is appetizing. Although he is only a cat now, he still has an appetite - I don't know what it is like to eat fried chicken wrapped in catnip, the black cat looked at the fresh catnip not far away, and such a thought suddenly came to his heart.

"What's the matter with us," Xiao Xiao, who had not spoken, seemed to have finally been awakened by the noisy sounds around him, turned his head, found the figure of the black cat, and asked weakly: "Hurry up and say something, I have to go back to take notes......

"Take notes, take notes, watch out for the day you get eaten by the notebook. The black cat muttered, raised its paws, nodded at the pile of mice in front of him, raised his head, and looked triumphant: "Today's prey! Help me put it away...... I feel that I have been deformed a few more times, and this year's final assessment is excellent!"

Everyone's attention finally focused on the pile of rats 'Jingguan'.

"Oh, there are still tooth marks on it!" The fat man casually threw the half-eaten fried chicken on the ground, didn't care about wiping off the grease on his hands, and bent down in front of the pile of mice: "Didn't you say that you don't catch mice if you kill them...... How long has it been...... 'it smells so good'!"

The black cat didn't understand the fat man's stalk, but he heard the last word the fat man said, and couldn't help tilting his head sideways and glancing at the fat man worriedly. He thought that the fat man's gluttony had extended to the dead mice.

After a pause, seeing that the fat man had no intention of eating the dead mice, the black cat relieved himself and explained, "I didn't bite these mice...... It was my subordinates who did it. Don't you see that the tooth marks on those rats are all different?"

"Subordinates?" the fat man bent over, tilted his head laboriously, and looked at the black cat: "Do you have subordinates?

His tone was full of doubt, making the black cat feel the urge to raise its paws and whip him.

Fortunately, there is another person in the hunting team who likes to squeeze the fat man.

"If you put your head under your butt, you can see that Brother Qing'er's subordinates are helping you clean up the garbage you have thrown away. Zhang Jixin unceremoniously said: "Three-year-old children know that they can't just throw garbage...... It's not even as good as a cat, it's a shame to be thrown into other races!"

Of course, the fat man didn't drill his head under his crotch, for him, that kind of difficult action was something he couldn't do in his life. But he could have done it another way - the fat man held his knees, struggled to stand up, turned his head, and looked behind him.

On the half-eaten piece of fried chicken that I just dropped, there was a ragdoll cat the size of a foot on my stomach at the moment.

"Meow. The kitten raised her head, barked softly, then lowered her head again, and seriously nibbled on the piece of fried chicken that had been half eaten by the fat man.