"Help me catch mice!"

"A mouse, a dried fish!I know you understand~!How about it?!"

"What's the difference between a cat and this salted fish if it doesn't catch mice?"

Under the tree, the little witch wearing small leather shoes and holding a stuffed bear squatted on the ground, and tried to complete her task by 'hiring' a few bold cats in front of her.

Zheng Qing didn't get down from the tree, still lying on the branch, watching the interaction between the little witch and the cats for a long time.

Those who dared to go down the trees were relatively large cats, such as a Norwegian forest cat with fluffy fur and much smaller ears, which may have affected its hearing, so the cat was extremely close to the little witch - of course, it was more likely that the big cat was salivating over the dried fish in the little witch's hand.

"A mouse, a dried fish!" Li Meng stretched the woolly bear in front of him, blocking the forest cat's approaching steps, and at the same time raised his voice and emphasized: "No mice, don't give dried fish~~"

She habitually tugged at the last word, pronouncing it as if singing.

It's just that the big and small cats in front of her don't know how to appreciate the beauty of vocal music at all, and all the cats' eyes are fixed on the little dried fish that smells fragrant, and their heads and arms swing with the little witch up and down.

"Damn pointy-eared thief!Take your claws off my face!!"

In Li Meng's hand, the stuffed bear struggled, stared at a pair of glass eyes, and roared at the forest cat in front of him: "Get so close, do you have a mouse? Not even a mouse, are you embarrassed to be a cat? Damn fool, die!"

The forest cat, which had been attracted by the small dried fish, finally diverted its attention from the screams of the stuffed bear, and moved its gaze to the stuffed bear—perhaps trying to get closer, just fiddling with the stuffed bear in front of it with its paws.

But it's clear that this stuffed bear isn't a good-natured doll.

On the tree, Zheng Qingle put his two front paws on his chest, and looked at the skirmish below. He had the impression that the forest cat was not a good-natured fellow, and not long ago, a Maine cat who tried to climb onto the branch above his head was slapped to the ground by the forest cat for no reason.

According to Zheng Qing's understanding, this forest cat can be regarded as a hegemon-level existence among these trees, forty or fifty cats, and it is natural to have a little temper.

Therefore, he felt that Li Meng's stuffed bear doll was going to be unlucky.

He had never had a good impression of the stuffed bear—and he had always wondered how the stuffed bear's temper could be so bad, even though it was the doll of two witches?

Or is it that the doll will naturally grasp this bad habit after being enlightened through alchemy? If this rule was made by a certain god, then that god is too nasty.

Just as he was pondering these unnutritious things, the situation under the tree and in the field changed a little.

After the huge forest cat was scolded by the stuffed bear, he immediately gave up the small dried fish in the witch's hand, and instead squinted and stared at the stuffed bear. It purred menacingly in its throat, the hair on its body exploded, and it seemed to grow in size in an instant.

The stuffed bear seemed to be frightened by the threat of the forest cat, and suddenly stopped, and the two glass beads rolled their eyes and fluttered on all fours, as if trying to avoid the front of the big cat. It's just that it was held in mid-air by Li Meng, and its two little short legs were still a few feet away from the ground, so even if it fluttered its limbs, it was only struggling in place.

"Li Neng, don't make trouble!!" Li Meng shook her arm impatiently, as if she wanted to throw the stuffed bear on the ground, but after glancing at the dirty and slippery mud on the ground, she gave up this plan.

"If you make a fuss, I'll hang you on the fan when I get back!" the little witch threatened, then turned her head to look at an exotic shorthair cat crouching at her side, "Well, you mouse is a little ......"

This is an orange short-haired cat, with fluffy and thick hair, a flat face, a pair of eyes slightly drooping downward, and with the corners of its equally drooping mouth, it always gives people an aggrieved expression.

At this moment, this short-haired cat is biting a little mouse of an inch length, sitting quietly in front of Li Meng.

"You're too small, it looks like it's just getting hairy. The little witch bit her lip, as if she was still a little hesitant. But when she looked around, there was no second cat other than this shorthair cat who responded to her hire.

"Meow~" The shorthair cat barked weakly, which became the last straw on the camel's back in this negotiation.

"Okay, don't be so pitiful, as if I bullied you!" Li Meng sighed heavily: "Then again, Lao Yao only said how many to catch...... I don't think there's a size for a mouse. If I catch two mice, one male and one female, and let them lay their calves, I should be able to quickly save up the required number......

On the tree, the originally bored black cat suddenly pricked up its ears, then lowered its head and looked at the little witch with complicated eyes.

Who said this little guy was stupid! Goblin-Say, is it feasible to raise rats? The black cat fell into deep thought for a moment.

Under the tree, Li Meng finally decides to make a deal with the shorthair.

"Since you were the first to send the mouse, then I must give you a little discount!" said the little witch, very generously, and spread out her hand, and handed the dried fish to the short-haired cat: "Ah! it's yours!"

"Meow. The shorthair cat whispered obediently, raised its two small front legs and made a wave, and then held the small dried fish and ran under the tree. It seemed as if it wanted to go back to the tree and enjoy the dried fish.

"Smack!"

A huge hairy claw slanted in front of the shorthair.

The forest cat tilted its head and hooked its tail without saying a word, but the meaning in its eyes was very clear.

'Stop, loot!'

The shorthair cat was frightened, dropped the small dried fish in its paws, and jumped back to the tree, not even caring about the mud on its front paws, but shivering between its branches.

The forest cat paced in a square step and walked slowly towards the little dried fish.

"Stop! You bully cat! Robbery in broad daylight!" Li Meng jumped up from the ground, crossed his waist, and threw out the stuffed bear in his hand, and shouted at the same time: "Li Neng, give it to me!"

After being dumped by Li Meng not far from the forest cat, the stuffed bear got up, shook off the mud on his body, roared loudly, and yelled at the big cat twice.

Then, without waiting for the big cat to react, he turned his head, ran away, and ran behind the little witch as soon as he slipped away.