More than an hour later, the information on QQ showed that Xiaoyu was still in the game. I began to have doubts about Maslow, what about the five levels of good demand?

Playing games is a social necessity and is only the third priority. Eating is a survival need, and it should be the first priority.

Could it be that spiritual enjoyment has outweighed material needs these days, and Maslow has OUT?

Just as I was suspicious, Xiaoyu's avatar on QQ flashed, and I clicked on the message and instantly found my normal world view.

But ignore her, it's enough to know that she's hungry and cold.

QQ information bombarded one after another, and video pop-ups came one after another. I sat in front of the keyboard, and I had the demeanor of him being strong and letting him be strong, and the breeze was blowing on the hills...... I'm not the one starving anyway.

On the computer, the results of my search for 100 pulpits are also displayed. There is no hundred pulpits, but there is one in the battle of the hundred regiments.

Maybe it's because of the psychology of not getting it, or maybe it's because of my name, and I'm more and more curious about Adolf Sitler's life experience.

He is known as the culprit who provoked World War II and the most cruel demon king in the world. Did he win or lose in the end?

Probably lost, if he had won, I believe I wouldn't have seen the world comment on him as above.

"Bang bang bang...... Ding ling!! Ding ling!!! ”

The sound of Xiaoyu banging on the security door interrupted my train of thought, this unlucky child is also stupid, can't she call Ding Ling's mobile phone to confirm?

"Bang bang...... Ding ling! Ding ling!! ”

She was still banging on the door, and I jumped off my desk and went behind the security door. Since she was slow to react, it was no wonder that I took advantage of the victory.

She: "Bang bang...... Ding ling! ”

Me: Bang Bang Bang ...... Meow~"

She was visibly stunned, and then ran back upstairs. I snickered and thought to myself that this shrew would go home and cry under the covers.

But I never expected that her footsteps would not stop from the time she went upstairs, and then she ran down from the stairs.

Then I heard the key in the lock and the sound of the door opening.

I screamed and ran away, meowed, she actually has the key to Ding Ling's house, how good is the relationship between the two families?

"Dead cat! There's a kind of don't run! ”

Next, there is a period of chase time of chickens flying and dogs jumping. We were in the house, running desperately against the sunset, squandering a lot of youth.

The pen tied to the paw became a drag, and if it weren't for Xiaoyu not having lunch, I guess I would have been a little bit of a bad luck.

But what is the saying? The more you are afraid of something, the more it will come true.

As I twisted around to turn, the pen was swept by inertia, and because I happened to be turning left, my left front paw couldn't be lifted at all.

So much so that the pen swept impartially on my paws, and I missed the best chance to escape with a stumble.

I retreated step by step, and the light rain pressed forward step by step. I retreated to the corner and meowed against the wall: Don't come here, the net will be broken if you come!

Xiaoyu half-squatted and spread her arms, firmly blocking any gaps, and sneered: "Run? Running? ”

It's over, seeing Xiaoyu smiling and pounced, I closed my eyes and subconsciously waved my claws to protect myself.

But she heard a crisp snap, followed by her exclamation.

When I opened my eyes, it turned out to be a signature pen! It slammed the back of her hand, leaving a red mark.

Ha ha...... It turns out that Ben Meow still has a big killer in hand.

I quickly bit down on the cap of my pen and was ready to launch a counter-charge.

Come on? Come on! After hitting the front chest, I hit the back. Just now it was just a warning, but now that the pen has been opened, you will come if you are not afraid of being painted with a big face.

Xiaoyu is really afraid of pen and ink like a tiger, although his feet have not moved, his neck has shrunk back.

The tide of battle has reversed, and Ben Meow has seen the dawn of the goddess of victory.

I meowed and rushed forward, like kung fu superstar Bruce Lee playing a nunchuck.

Ah......h Woo~~

The whine in the back is not Bruce Lee's mantra, but this meow will not play nunchucks and snort in pain.

I wanted to be stunned, but I didn't know that I was beating myself too hard, and the goddess of victory, who originally thought she was waving to me, turned out to be just waving to me.

But it's nothing, I can't help Xiaoyu, and she can't help me either.

And the consequences of continuing the confrontation will be even more unfavorable to her.

First of all, she didn't have lunch, right, the logistics can't keep up, and the forward battle is in vain.

Secondly, she can't go to get a weapon, right, as long as she dares to withdraw the blockade, Ben Meow will definitely run away, and she will never let her block.

In the end, the sun is about to set, right, Xiaoyu's mother is coming back soon, who will be to blame when she sees this? Anyway, you won't blame me, and even attribute the pen tied to my claws to Xiaoyutou.

When the time comes, a meal of bamboo shoots and meat (chicken feathers and pole spanking) is indispensable.

Thinking of this, my waist straightened all of a sudden. According to the analysis, the current initiative is in the hands of this meow.

I meowed and waved my pen forward, then jumped back to confuse Xiaoyu.

Anyway, it's just one goal, drag her here, and wait for her mother to come home and beat her.

More than ten minutes later, I stared at the afterglow of the sunset outside the window, and I couldn't jump anymore. Not to mention that this back and forth provocation and confusion is really a physical job.

It's a pity that it backfired, although Xiaoyu was dragged here by me, it was not her mother who went home, but Ding Ling and Ding Ling's father.

The two of them were happy, one holding two plush toys in his arms. When I saw the door of the house wide open, I thought I had been robbed, and when I came in, I saw that both of them were happy.

Ding Ling said: "Sister Xiaoyu, what are you doing here? "She thought Xiaoyu had reconciled with me.

Uncle Ding quipped, "Yo, this is the legendary Bidong." It seems that we Xiaoyu have someone in our hearts, but can't we practice with our kittens? ”

Ding Ling covered her mouth and smiled when she heard this: "Who is he?" ”

Xiaoyu was about to defend herself, but I escaped from the blockade area while she was not paying attention, and held up the signature pen on her paw and said, "Meow meow meow......"

Uncle Ding was even happier, "Xiaoyu, didn't Uncle Ding say you, emotional matters pay attention to your affection and my willingness, and you can't tie it with a rope if people are not happy?" You still practice with that kitten, you can't even tie a cat, let alone a person. ”

"What do you say! That's not the case! Xiaoyu finally had a chance to interject.

"So what's going on?"

Xiaoyu knotted, you can't say that the rope is tied by Ben Meow, and she is still lying to her hungry on QQ, right? Who will believe it?

Oh yes, Ding Ling definitely believes it. But as soon as this matter is said, it has to involve the fact that she is tricky in the morning, and she will not be a person inside and outside at that time.

She struggled with her kung fu, and Uncle Ding said again, "Don't you have anything to say?" Uncle is also a person from the past, don't worry, Uncle will never tell your mother about early love. ”

"Tell me what?"

It's really what to say, Xiaoyu's mother is standing at the door so coincidentally, and she doesn't know how much she heard with her face stretched.

Xiaoyu was about to speak when she saw this, but Uncle Ding preemptively said, "Why don't you go to the zoo, you know how big it is." ”

He reacted very quickly, and immediately stuffed the two plush toys to Xiaoyu, and then said, "Take it, your mother knows about it, and we won't help you keep the teddy bear." ”

Xiaoyu's mother looked at the three of them suspiciously, "Zoo? ”

"Isn't it?" Uncle Ding said categorically: "I just played all afternoon, and they both studied at home in the morning." Comrade Lenin said that he who does not rest will not work and study. It's rare for them to have a weekend, so they played for a long time, who are you scaring with a long face? ”

Puppy Love, Zoo. I'll go to Uncle Ding, I can get over this!