It is still very difficult for ordinary people to hide from the cat's hearing.

Cats have at least three times the hearing of ordinary people and can accurately determine the exact location of small sounds.

After all, he is an expert at catching mice, and this ability is the foundation.

As for why you call your cat and there is no response, it's just that people simply don't pay attention to you and pretend not to hear.

Li Xuan heard the movement in the courtyard and climbed the wall again triumphantly.

"Who's going to be?"

But the next moment, looking at the thick back moving slowly in the yard, Li Xuan frowned and found that things were not simple.

"Isn't this the little table?"

"What is he doing at night?"

Li Xuan thought it was Deng Weixian's movement, but he found that he had misunderstood.

It's just that in the middle of the night, where is the little table sneaky?

During the day, I only noticed that this boy had a fat face, but now when I look at this clumsy movement, it is really a person who looks like a low table, wide and round.

"There aren't many people in this palace who stop."

Li Xuan sighed in his heart, and hung behind the small table from afar, wanting to see what this guy wanted to do in the middle of the night.

I don't sleep at night, and I always bump into some strange things.

Especially in this palace.

This is Li Xuan's experience as a cat in less than a year.

After the small table walked lightly out of the backyard where the eunuch lived, he quickened his pace.

He groped his way through the darkness in the Yanqu Palace, moving in a certain direction with a clear goal.

This made Li Xuandu raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Didn't this kid just come to Yanqu Hall today to report for duty? Why are you so familiar with the terrain? ”

I looked at him stupidly during the day, and I was taught a lesson because I looked at him a few more times.

As a result, the night showed his ability.

"It seems that you can't just despise the people in this palace, all of them have unique skills."

Li Xuan couldn't help but swallow and spat at the mouth.

During the day, the small table still looks harmless to humans and animals, but at night, it can move forward in the dark with a resolute face, like a dead soldier.

The small table fumbled in the dark for a long time, and finally arrived at its destination.

This is an unremarkable room in the front hall.

The small table suddenly rolled slowly on the floor, and then leaned against the base of the wall, cautiously looking left and right.

And Li Xuan was standing on the eaves above the head of the small table at this time.

Due to the blessing of his natural complexion, even if the small table suddenly looked up, Li Xuan only needed to close his eyes and instantly enter the state of "invisibility".

So on the eaves, Li Xuan craned his neck and looked down, and the one who peeked was called unscrupulous.

The small table did not look up, and after a few glances left and right, he was relieved to touch under the window.

Then there is the classic scene of piercing the window paper, poking into a hollow bamboo pipe, and blowing air into it.

"What a professional technique, I don't know where this small table was cultivated."

Although he exposed the shortcomings of his clumsy movements on the way here, he did a good job at his current age.

But as time passed, Li Xuan felt that something was wrong.

"Why is it blowing for so long, ecstasy incense or something, isn't it good to blow it?"

"Is it out of caution that the dose is being increased?"

Li Xuan tilted his head and looked at it carefully, and the expression on his face gradually became sluggish.

"This kid doesn't seem to be blowing in, he's inhaling!"

The more he looked at it, the more he looked like it, and finally he could be sure.

"Huh?"

Li Xuan subconsciously covered his mouth with his paws, his eyes full of disbelief.

The small table held the bamboo pipe that had peaned into the window in its mouth, and it kept snorting, as if it was smoking.

Looking at his red-eared and excited appearance, it was obvious that he had already sucked up.

"That's too perverted, isn't it!?"

Li Xuan felt that the scene in front of him was beyond the limit of the kitten's tolerance.

"This little fat man has just been taught a lesson during the day, so he dares to come and steal and suck late at night."

"What kind of outlaw ruffian is this?"

"The small table is quite extraordinary."

"Punishment, what a punishment!"

Li Xuan was surprised that he was not willing to leave.

He wanted to see how perverted the little table could be.

"I'm not very old, I have such a weird habit, no wonder I stare at people during the day, it turns out that I have captured the target."

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

The small table sucked for about another quarter of an hour before reluctantly leaving.

Should I say it or not, this kid's lung capacity is far beyond ordinary people.

He left with a sickly satisfied smile on his face, and he looked as much as he could seep into people.

Li Xuan silently watched the back of the small table leaving on the eaves, and swallowed and foamed with difficulty.

"What's going on?"

The small table looks a little smaller than Deng Weixian, which means that he is only in his early tens.

But the way he looked just now was obviously not the first time he had done such a thing.

Is this a moral degradation or a distortion of human nature?

Li Xuan didn't dare to think about it anymore, and planned to leave this spicy scene tonight behind first.

……

In the next few days, Li Xuan went to the Yanqu Hall when he was fine.

During the day, I watched the talented people dance and sing, and at night I followed Deng Weixian to study and practice hard, and my life was fulfilling.

Of course, the little table is also assiduous in its own perverted quirks.

Every night after they finished practicing martial arts, the small table would sneak out of the house.

Li Xuan now knew what he was doing, so he naturally lost his intention to continue tracking.

It's really too spicy.

Moreover, his recent cultivation has also encountered a lot of resistance, and he really doesn't have time to care about these things.

Although he was still practicing every day, Li Xuan found that he was getting less and less progress to improve each time.

Especially in the past two days, the progress has only increased by one percent per day.

And the tiredness of the body is getting worse and worse, and it can already be felt very clearly.

His food in the past two days has not been bad at all, not only did he eat in Jingyang Palace, but he also came to Yanqu Hall to add a meal.

Of course, so Liang Chuchu hadn't seen his own food for several days.

It's just that she seems to have been scared of being punched by Wang Suyue's military body last time, and she recently found that her meals were emptied, and she just silently went to buy other people's food.

The bruises on her face haven't disappeared yet, how dare she trouble Wang Suyue again.

Last time, she made the first move, so Wang Suyue was only orally lectured by her father-in-law once, and she didn't receive any actual punishment at all.

Liang Chuchu, Yinfang's father-in-law didn't care about her at all.

If it weren't for Liang Chuchu having a good father, there would have been no place for her in this harem.

This is also convenient for Li Xuan, who can enjoy Liang Chuchu's meals unscrupulously.

Anyway, this guy didn't have a good heart in the first place, thinking about breaking off their Jingyang Palace's monthly rule.

It just so happened that Li Xuan also taught her a lesson, so that she could taste the taste of having no food.

Therefore, Li Xuan ate without any psychological burden.

It's just that suddenly changing from imperial meals to ordinary meals is inevitably a little uncomfortable.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

But Li Xuan is already a mature cat, and this bit of bitterness is nothing to him.

It's just that this also made him understand that the energy consumed by cultivating the Blood Killing Tiger Claw could not be completely replenished by eating.

The night is gray and gray, and the shadow of the dream is heavy.

In the courtyard where Deng Weixian lived, two figures, one up and one down, separated from each other.

Tonight, neither Li Xuan nor Deng Weixian continued to practice martial arts.

Both of them felt that if they continued to practice, they would eventually hurt the root and could cause irreversible damage.

One person and one cat are worried, and they don't know what to do.

They all have the same question in their minds.

"Should I continue to practice this exercise?"