How to be a cat king, online, etc., it's in a hurry...

On the shore of Linzhong Lake, deep in the woods, on a low wooden stake, Zheng Qing's changing black cat held its paws, looking at dozens of cats of different sizes and types around it with a sad face, and 10,000 alpacas and llamas rushed by in his heart.

It is said that cats are shaking S, and they like to change their tricks to toss and shovel officials, and they never get tired of it.

But for Zheng Qing, he didn't find the tendency of these cats in front of him to shake S. Instead, he just beat the biggest cat and then all the rest of the cats came over and was beaten by him - to be honest, he was really proud for a while at first. After all, everywhere you go, there are a large group of younger brothers hugging each other, which is very magnificent.

But soon, he got bored.

Cats are not really social animals after all. Although I don't know why, the cats in the school get together and choose a leader, but in fact, most of the cats still maintain a subtle distance from each other - like a blooming dandelion, echoing each other when they come together, but when the wind comes, they go their own way and scatter.

This is not the Elvis Presley that Zheng Qing wants to be.

For example, if a cat catches a sparrow, it will bring him the thickest piece of breast to pay tribute; for example, if the two cats fight each other, he will look at each other, and the two cubs will rest peacefully;

It should be emphasized here that a certain black cat does not intend to have a deeper communication with these little beautiful cats beyond racial relations, he just finds these little female cats with long hair (chang) well-behaved and beautiful, and they are comfortable to step on. Besides, there are a few cats around him, so it's better to give up his place to these little she-cats than to those muscular and murderous idiots.

Originally, Zheng Qing planned to be a leisurely and leisurely Elvis Presley with no ambitions, until the effect of the transformation potion receded and then left.

Until a blue cat gave him a tribute to a dead mouse.

The black cat raised an eyebrow, finally realizing that it seemed to be missing something.

He stood up and yelled at the blue cat, "Stop!"

"Boom!"

As if a bomb had fallen into the woods, the cats, who had been lying on their stomachs, lying down, and wandering around, were startled by the sudden 'strange sound' - the bold, grinning teeth and showing the sharp blades between their claws, looking around, and the timid, rubbing, jumped into the canopy next to them, and after hiding them, they carefully poked out half of their heads and looked down.

This made Zheng Qing almost crooked his beard.

It's just such a group of stragglers, who can run faster than anyone else in trouble, and what can they expect them to do! With such a bunch of subordinates on the stall, it is really the sadness of Elvis Presley.

Luckily, he's not really a cat, so he doesn't have to be so bad all the time.

After a pause, Zheng Qing came back to his senses from the 'rout' of the cats. At the same time, after the 'broken' cats did not find any danger, they also gathered again in twos and threes, licking each other's fur and rubbing each other, as if nothing had happened just now.

The black cat stared at them silently for a long time, and finally gave up on teaching them a lesson.

"Ahem!" he coughed dryly, raised one paw, and pointed at the blue cat just now.

Because of the small accident just now, he realized that he might scare these cats by talking to people, but he didn't want to learn cat meow - on the one hand, he felt that learning cat meow gave people a silly feeling, he couldn't scream, on the other hand, and more importantly, he didn't know what kind of cat meow meowed, which was a bit embarrassing - in case he 'meowed', seven or eight female cats came over shyly, it would not be fun.

After thinking about it again and again, he simply stretched out his paws and began to gesture, only hoping that the group of 'more spiritual cats' in front of him was really full of spirituality as his classmates said.

'Mouse, I, more!'

Zheng Qing pointed to the dead mouse on the ground, then pointed to himself, and then hugged his paws and 'snorted'.

"Whew!" the blue cat snapped, then turned his head and swooped back into the woods.

Zheng Qing looked at the back of the blue cat with satisfaction, his eyes fell on the other lazy cats, and he couldn't help but stagnate, and then became furious: "You guys, go too!"

He flew up a few times, kicked and kicked, and chased the cats that were napping on the ground, and then pointed to the dead mouse under the stump, and snorted a few times.

The other cats meowed and ran out of the woods in frustration—even the Persian and Ragdoll cats, all of whom were driven by Zheng Qing to catch mice.

Soon, the first blue cat to leave returned.

It has a dead sparrow in its mouth.

The black cat's beard trembled, and he stared blankly at the sparrow, speechless for a while.

With the first, then the second, the third, and after a while, the big and small cats who were driven away by Zheng Qing rushed back with their respective tributes.

Zheng Qing finally despaired of the IQ of this group of stupid cats.

Kick-legged sparrows, fat green worms, big-tailed squirrels, and occasionally only one or two mice—these are relatively normal tributes.

There was also a guy with a clear mind, who took out a nest of corpse beetles out of nowhere and sent them to Zheng Qing! Zheng Qing felt the urge to bite it to death and feed the insects.

The strangest thing is the former cat leader, that is, the Norwegian forest cat. I don't know if it was to show its difference, or to show its bravery, it sent Zheng Qing with a three-foot-long grass snake in its mouth!

When the grass snake rolled under Zheng Qing's feet, it was still dead. There were several transparent holes in the snake's neck, and the slender snake body fluttered indiscriminately, and the grass clippings collapsed and the dirt flew in all directions.

The black cat took a long breath, then slowly exhaled.

Not angry, not angry, they're just a bunch of stupid cats, and they can't be as knowledgeable as them.

Then take another long breath and exhale it slowly.

The forest cat looked at the black cat's inhalation, Xu thought that he had done a good job, so he leaned over, stretched out his paws and pulled it, disemboweling the grass snake.

Sting!

Snake blood burst onto the black cat's face with a few drops of strangely colored liquid.

The black cat finally couldn't hold back the restlessness in his heart, screamed, pounced, slapped the forest cat on the head, and the two tails twitched it dizzy, and then beat it happily with a howling cry - this forest cat seemed to be the only one in the group of cats that was more resistant to beating, so it was it.

After the anger, the black cat's mood finally became a little more comfortable.