Under Meow Jiu's subjective consciousness, in the morning, even if he wakes up, he will wait for the porcelain doll to wake him up, although the tail will be attacked, but it is much better than being caught and bathed at night.

Every morning, wake Meow Jiu to get up and touch his tail, and the porcelain doll will be in a good mood.

In the sparring of a baby and a cat, time passes quickly, and a day will pass soon, Meow Jiu is growing every day, and it lasts longer and longer in the hands of porcelain dolls.

He really felt that it was almost time to go out, and his boxing skills were getting more and more perfect, although there was no sign of Dacheng, but he felt that it should not be far away.

He wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to scream, and kept admonishing himself in his heart, forcing this thought, which is why he became more and more virtuous.

The power of porcelain doll boxing is getting bigger and bigger, and the momentum of Meow Jiu's fighting, condensed, very extraordinary, his reflection of the boxing has some results, into the best situation.

The fist print, the porcelain doll still can't be perfectly knotted, can't play the ultimate style, the bottleneck has not broken through, and the porcelain doll is very troubled by this.

Counting today, Meow Jiu has been in the realm of enlightenment for forty days, yesterday Meow Jiu successfully broke 100, and today it is in the hands of porcelain dolls to 1005 rounds!

Xian Mao Meow Jiu, his face is very calm, but he doesn't know how he is in his heart, but his body is faintly trembling.

One hundred and five rounds! Meow Jiu didn't dare to think about it, and when he thought about it, his heart drifted, and the whole cat was fluttering, as if he was about to break through gravity and fly high into the sky.

Immediately admonished himself in his heart, suppressed with great perseverance, kept the posture of the virtuous cat unchanged, afraid of being beaten by the porcelain doll, he had already fought for more than 100 rounds, but he didn't want to start all over again.

Since he turned on the virtuous cat mode, fate is really no joke, all the way to the present, every day has grown, this feeling is really cool to the extreme, I can't stop.

300 rounds is not a dream, as long as you have enough time...... It doesn't seem to work, if the porcelain doll makes a punch mark and reflects his boxing skills, it is estimated that at that time, he can be beaten again!

The most important thing is that Meow Jiu feels that he is about to go out, this feeling is impossible to talk about, it seems to come out of thin air, but it is getting stronger and stronger.

Are you really about to go out? Meow Jiu is very hopeful, and he really sees hope!

Meow Jiu squatted on the back of the unicorn, the porcelain doll sat very upright, looking into the distance, and sometimes secretly looked at Meow Jiu, but there was a sad feeling.

Meow Jiu's gaze also looked into the distance, and in the far distance as far as his eyes could see, there was a huge black shadow, which crossed the sky and the earth, and penetrated into the clouds.

The giant kun seemed to have been jumping up from the sea, trying to break through the sky, but it had always failed, roaring like a sad song, unusually desolate.

There is a chance there, a fleeting aura, Meow Jiu didn't catch it, it's a pity, Meow Jiu regrets it when he thinks about it!

Meow Jiu felt that the porcelain doll was caught, so he played the ultimate style and made a fist print!

He can only pinch the seal every night, groping by himself, until now, there is no scene of condensing the fist mark at all, but the cyclone on the fist is the size of three and a half meow meow fists! The power of the fist is also much greater, it can blow down the grass within a meter range, and Meow Jiu is also happy!

The unicorn walked silently, the porcelain doll didn't say a word, the little head seemed to be thinking about something, looking at the distance in a daze, putting his hand on his chest, tightly pulling the pendant like a jade shell, Meow Jiu was staring at the pace of the unicorn, and the thief's heart never died.

Soon, I returned to the courtyard, a baby and a cat jumped down one after another, Meow Jiu's daily escape, porcelain dolls to catch every day, and then, the bathroom will come from Meow Jiu's hoarse meow every day, Meow Jiu will come out, and it will be spotted bald.

Every day is like this, and then, the daily meal, the daily night escape boxing, the daily return, blowing the hot wind, falling asleep, to meet the next day's porcelain doll wake-up service, to start the next day's daily life.

Daily life can be described as ordinary, and there will always be some extraordinary things that happen under the ordinary, for example, when Meow Jiu escaped at night on this day, the porcelain doll did not fall asleep, and Meow Jiu's night was often discovered.

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The ninth floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the white mist state of the cang, is still floating on the big ding, waiting for Meow Jiu, for Meow Jiu to protect the Dharma.

At first, in the ninth layer, the breath of life was thick, and there was a trickle, but now the breath of life has become thin and has been absorbed by something in the Great Ding.

Cang's eyes can see the scene in the tripod through the big ding, the treasure liquid of the tripod is now only a shallow layer, just past the golden egg.

The golden egg is in the center, tirelessly absorbing the last treasure liquid, and when the treasure liquid is absorbed, Meow Jiu will hatch out of the egg, and he will also withdraw from the realm of enlightenment, which is what he has in mind.

"In a few days, this little bastard will come out. "Cang calculates the day, everything is ready, the great sage is ready, just wait for Meow Jiu.

Recently, Meow Jiu's little sister, Luo Ba will come to see Meow Jiu's situation from time to time, and she has to see it two or three times a day, which can be described as looking forward to it.

There is an island in the north and south of the world, and there is only one mountain in the island, and the sky is clear at this time, but from time to time there will be thunder falling and splitting on the mountain, and I don't know where it comes from, all kinds of colors, all kinds of shapes, the power is different, and it is completely impossible to see.

Cang stool floated on the top of the mountain, gulping down wine, and the thunder dissipated within a few meters of his body, completely unable to split.

Maybe he was bored, so he lay down, turned over, sideways, very comfortable, let the thunder split, regardless of it, drank the wine, thought about things, and then sighed.

He was used to being idle and wild, and he had suddenly found a bunch of troubles recently, and he could have been relaxing for a while, but now, it was because of that pit that he had fallen into trouble so early.

He had a lot of grudges against someone! Another big sip of wine, and he just felt happy.

"Great world, great world! Great world!" He hasn't paid attention to this for a long time! He was once young and frivolous, and he also left a lot of legends and myths, but that was already a matter of Chen Sesame and rotten grain.

According to Meow Jiu, I just want to live a retired life and live a long life, because it should be comfortable and comfortable.

"It's a pity! After all, it can't be avoided, driven by the world!"

The man also told him that the world was driven by the world! But this world is really big enough, how many people will be pulled out?

Then Cang thought of Meow Jiu, his little apprentice, and sighed again.

"How many years has the old man not taught an apprentice?"