Isn't it just a beauty trick, ah no, a beautiful cat trick?

There were so many beautiful kittens he had seen in his previous life, what was the big deal.

As long as he endures it, he will definitely not next time, absolutely not......

“……”

…… It seems that I will still be fooled.

Finished, Musa thought desperately, as if he had been bewitched by a snow leopard.

As long as the snow leopard is willing to rub his head over and rub it, the fur on his chest is exposed, and there is a soft, low snoring sound in his throat, he can perform a life literature on the spot.

It's like: "Don't go, let me stroke my hair, and my life will be yours." ”

Wow, who's to say no to plush, it's still an upcycled one.

Musa lowered the hare into the burrow, as usual, and went straight back into the crevice of the rock, as he had done yesterday.

On the surface, it looks like you've given up on the snow leopard search altogether.

The beast in the dark watched him leave quietly, and looked carefully, trying to distinguish the expression on the little rabbit's face, but there was no flaw.

With its tail tapping lightly on the ground, the snow leopard stood up and silently followed Musa back to the rock pile.

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In the middle of the night, the valley was plunged into darkness, with only a faint moonlight.

Curled up, the little rabbit who looked like he had fallen asleep quietly opened his eyes.

He burrowed out, looked around to make sure there was no danger, and climbed lightly under the tree where the snow leopard had last stayed.

During the day, the big cat is vigilant and it is difficult to find his traces, so it is better to come out and look for him at night while he is sleeping.

There was no sign of a snow leopard under the tree, and Musa was not surprised, he had discovered this place during the day, and the big cat was so smart that he would definitely not sleep in the same place.

He searched his surroundings.

I turned around a few times, but I found nothing, not under the trees, not in the grass, not in the bushes, there was no snow leopard everywhere, and there was no snow leopard to be found.

Musha squatted in place, stepping on his tail with his little feet, which had been a little cool after walking for a while, puzzled.

Strange, could it be that the big cat is so conscious today and took the initiative to go back to the cave?

He was thinking about it, remembering the place he had just looked, and considering whether he should go to the cave or not, when suddenly he remembered something, and trotted back the way he came, to a bush he had seen before.

Peeling off the grass and trees that are sheltered outside, there is little snow on the relatively soft ground in the center, and if you look closely, there are traces of crushing.

This is where the big cat stayed tonight, but the snow leopard is large, for the sake of efficiency, Musha only went to find the snow leopard when he was looking for it, but he didn't expect the snow leopard to leave now, almost ignoring these traces.

Nearby, a series of large footprints faded from view.

Not leading to the cave.

Nor is it a pile of rocks.

It's so late, where are the big cats going?

With an inquiring attitude, Musha followed the footsteps for some distance.

He didn't go far, he stood still, looked into the distance, thoughtfully, and then ran back to the crevice, took something out of it, and then walked on.

Fortunately, he is now a rabbit raccoon, I don't know how the eyesight of other rabbit raccoon is, after crossing over, Musha's eyesight is much better than when he was a human before, and he can see a lot of things in the darkness when he can't see his fingers.

Skillfully using the grass to cover his figure, Musha kept an eye on his surroundings as he walked briskly.

The shadows are heavy, and from a distance, the rolling mountains look like giant beasts lying on the grassland, falling into a deep sleep, implying coercion.

Somewhere on the beast's body, Musa was biting on a small bag and was crawling upward.

Practice makes perfect, and his speed of climbing the mountain this time has obviously accelerated a lot.

But the dark environment still added a layer of negative buff to him, the front paws did not find a landing point, the supporting stones were loose, and Musa's paws slipped and looked like they were about to fall.

The rock was not very high, and the snow below was still quite thick, and in his scramble he could not grasp the edge of the stone, so Musa closed his eyes and prepared to fall.

Unexpectedly, he fell into a clump of soft hair.

Musha opened his eyes, stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and turned over and got up.

"Meow meow."

Hehe, I knew you were here, big cat!

The direction of the footprints is the mountain that I have been to twice.

The snow leopard's territory is large, but it is the places he frequents, except for caves and rock piles, that the rest will come to this mountain full of fruit on the top of the mountain.

The kitten overhead was still howling excitedly, and the snow leopard calmly climbed up the rocks.

A picture flashed before his eyes.

The environment remains the same, it is also on this mountain, or the road under your feet, looking at the light as if it is in the daytime, the little rabbit squatting on a high stone, holding its paws, its plush little face is full of seriousness, and its mouth is open and closed, as if muttering something.

Even after a while, just looking at this picture, the snow leopard can guess that the little rabbit is complaining about the pain in its paws.

The "he" in memory lowered his head, licked the rabbit's head soothingly, and then asked him to climb his head and carry the rabbit up the hill as he is now.

The mountain wind at night is very strong, like a hair dryer, blowing Mao Mao to the other side, fluttering in the air.

Sitting on the extended stone platform, the tall body of the snow leopard is like a thick wall, blocking it at will, isolating the wind and protecting Musa's hairstyle.

From here, the moon in the sky is close at hand.

The big night came out to blow the wind and look at the scenery, and sure enough, it was a big cat that only pursued.

It's just that the night is too dark, and the white moonlight melts into the dark night, and the bottom is pitch black, and the black pressure is a piece, and you can only distinguish a little bit of the color of the river, grassland, and mountain.

Musha couldn't quite understand, he preferred the brightly colored and brightly colored world he had seen during the day.

A piece of grass and a tree, clearly visible.

But it doesn't matter now, just like when he wanted to eat fruit, the snow leopard was willing to take him up the mountain to come here, as long as the big cat wanted to see it, he could also accompany the big cat.

With freshly picked fruit in his mouth, Musa hid in the "safe haven" formed by the snow leopard's body to divide the wild fruit.

The old rule, half of you, half of me, and then go to subdivision.

The big cat brought him up.

Musha divided half of what was in front of him.

He plucked the fruit.

Take back half of what is divided.

The big cat has injuries on its body.

Divide out.

He brought something to eat.

Take it back.

In the end, it was still half per person.

The little rabbit was very satisfied, and took the small leaf bag he brought, which was filled with dried meat and dried fish.

This was prepared a long time ago and was intended to be given to the snow leopard, but the big cat kept playing hide and seek with him, and it was too late to send it out.

The scene reminded Musa of the first day he was brought back to the den by a snow leopard, who also sat outside to blow the wind and nibble on dried fish. At that time, the big cat ate one dried fish in a few bites, and after eating, he messed up his hairstyle.

But this time it was different, he brought enough dried fish and jerky.

Even if the big cat still takes one bite at a time, it is enough to hold on until Musa has eaten two dried fish.

There is progress, there is progress.

As soon as he was free, Musa couldn't help but mutter, not to mention that every time the snow leopard would respond patiently to him, as if he could understand what he was saying, this indulgence made the little rabbit meow even harder.

It just so happened that Musha had also saved up a lot of words during this time, and he could speak slowly.

"Meow meow."

He pointed to the way down the mountain and told the big cat that the last time he came by himself, he fell there, learned to be a giant panda once, and rolled down the mountain.

The snow leopard answered, its voice low and deep.

Little Rabbit took the initiative to translate for him: Take the Snow Leopard train casually in the future.

Very well, that's it.

He then pointed into the distance, and on the other fork in the road to the cave, there was a brown bear with cubs, and chased me all the way while the big cat was away.

The snow leopard responds.

Little Rabbit Translation: Next time I'll help you find the field.

Ah, that's not necessary, the mother brown bear still has to raise a child, just let him touch the little brown bear.

He pointed to the cave on the mountainside and told the snow leopard that there was a small stone in it, and that he had found it newly, just in front of the pile of rocks in the small puddle.

Before the snow leopard could answer, the little rabbit yawned.

Semos looked down at him and bit his ears slightly.

The bitten ear was retracted downward, vigilantly pressed against the head, and the little rabbit turned into a small seal.

Seeing that Musa was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, Semos got up, put the little rabbit on his back, and walked down the mountain.

A second before he fell asleep, the little rabbit hugged the snow leopard's head and was still muttering.

He knew that the snow leopard could not understand, but he believed that the snow leopard could.

"Meow meow."

He said, big cat, in fact, the outside of the cave can also blow the wind and enjoy the moon and eat small dried fish, the moon is very round, there are many stars, not worse than here, and, after reading it, turn around and lie down, close your eyes and sleep, how good.

He said that the little stones picked up are beautiful and you will definitely like them.

He said, big cat, big cat, don't hide, let's go back.

The snow leopard paused for a moment, jumped off a rock, and turned his head to look.

When sleepiness hit, the little rabbit snorted after a while and slept soundly.