"Why did you ask me for a cat to draw a script for mice?"

"Because cats eat mice, you must understand best. ”

Nonsense.

We cat demons also have pursuits. We love fish, we love birds, we love meat, we love eggs, and we like to eat something exotic, including but not just rat meat. For example, this big fat cat made up of me is set to like to eat rabbit heads, oxtails, golden fish eyes, the heart of a six-armed baboon, the nose of a minotaur, and the liver of an empty whale. I'm still the only one who doesn't eat any rats, and any rat demons.

Although I have absolutely top-notch cooking with them, which is recognized by the little cat girls, I have never eaten them myself.

"By the way, what did you just say? This is the Gregory Sutra? ”

The girl had a stinky face, stretched out two bnn tender fingers, and pinched my painting with a look of disdain.

"I know that your cat demons in Beard Ridge have a lot of problems. Hey, aren't you the one of the big S cat tired adults? I saw it earlier, you hid all those Catwomen. Where did you hide them? You don't have anything on you, it's boring. ”

I couldn't say anything, so I scooped up my tail and stroked it twice.

Hehe.

It's really interesting for children.

I followed her for three hours, followed her from Qinglou to Sufang Street to Xiaopangu, and then walked Pishi Street to Dadongmen, all the way through three night markets, twelve restaurants, and a casino, and watched her "steal" the wallets of more than 40 men.

It is a very special kind of "stealing".

If you steal someone's wallet, rummage and pick it up, if you are a good person, you will return twice as much, and if you are a bad person, you will stuff a small poisonous insect that only bites the undead person. More or less, anyway, in the end, she was empty-handed. It's just a place of chicken feathers in the back, and there are constantly people who are surprised, and there are also people who are angry and screaming, otherwise they wouldn't be targeted by the little bamboo mountain monk who protects the city. But one is a pedantic scholar, and the other is a playful and very restrained girl, chasing and escaping, which is very fun.

Just now, this girl tried to "steal" from me a total of ten times. Ten times, each time it was a different part, and it was also a different method of stealing.

She wanted to find the location of the storage bag on my body, or reach for the opening of the storage space on my body. If you can't say it, you can really go into the void and steal the treasures I have hidden.

If the Thief Sect hadn't been a unique method that could bypass the prohibition of spatial runes, it wouldn't have such a big reputation as it has now, and it wouldn't have been hunted down and killed as a street rat.

Pity.

Every time she stole a small silver ingot, it was a small silver ingot.

Half double, full silver, finely cast, silver silky smooth.

At the bottom, there are six small words engraved "Gift to the Little Friends of the Thief Sect", and the angry girl's nose twitched.

"I'm going to continue my journey to the next city. What about you? with me. ”

As soon as I grabbed her hand, she smiled slyly and jumped away with a sliding step.

"Senior Chen, you big S, you just pulled out the bird ruthlessly, and now you want to provoke me?

I can't say it's just making a grimace at me, sticking out a little tongue, and jumping away.

Distant on the sea, the bear wolf dog finally killed the last swordfish spirit in front of him, and found a reef with only a large table stone sticking out of the sea, which could breathe a little.

Silver Fang gritted into pieces, eager to tear some guy into strips of minced meat, then air-dried it to feed the rats.

The feelings themselves were put on by him. Those sea tribes who have been killed are all revenge. Although they are all innocent, who calls them to claim that the sea is their sky, and does not allow the slightest mortal ship to pass overhead, forcing the islanders of the surrounding islands to only cultivate the land for a living, looking at the abundant products in the sea but can only tie their hands, and they like to impose unjustified words to attack the towns and villages on the islands on the storm, and torture those ordinary mortal farmers. Although they are all a group of cowards who only dare to kill in front of mortals, they are not even as good as dogs to the Terran monks, and they don't even dare to fart when they watch the monks sail on the sea, and they automatically become blind when they watch the monks hunt the sea tribe barbecue and fry them.

Speaking of which, the nearby Thousand Islands League also has a kind of tax on these sea tribes.

Every year, this vast sea area, millions of sea tribes of all kinds, will be asked to select the strongest, most beautiful, and healthiest tribesmen to form a team to go to the station of the Thousand Islands League.

Do what?

To be a disciple, to be a servant, to be a minion, to be a target, to be an experimental material, to be a guinea pig?

Let's make the ingredients!

This is the world, the most drenched display of power.

Like the logic of the previous world's distorted Mayan civilization, the bravest warriors had to be cut out of their hearts and sacrificed to the gods. These Sea Tribes have the same twisted religions, the same cruel customs that are incomprehensible.

The exercises they practice are specially deduced by the Thousand Islands League, which can improve their cultivation while making the meat more delicious, or making those parts worthy of cooking more perfect.

They bullied the mortals of the various islands. In particular, deserted villages, formed by mortals who had been driven out of towns protected by monks, regarded such conquest and killing as a sacred ritual for the selection of warriors. The Sea Clan that hunts the most heads of mortal warriors will be able to obtain a higher ranking in the food offering team. It would be a great honor to be able to hunt down the heads of those hostile monks who were captured by the monks of the Thousand Islands Alliance. Such a warrior will be served by the beauties of hundreds of tribes, will be created into a golden statue, and will be received by the real boss of the Thousand Islands League.

Then, he cooked and ate it with his own hands.

It's so twisted, it's so scary.

Even now, there were Hai Clan shouting incomprehensible foul language, desperately charging, and there were also Sea Clan who broke down and cried because they couldn't be selected into the food offering team because they couldn't be selected into the food offering team, and there were also Sea Clan who stubbornly resisted the flying sword without dodging in order to keep an inexplicable part of their body, and were simply killed, just because it was the place where the ingredients were needed.

Hand wood!

The bear wolf dog understood the dead cat's intention to leave him, purely to disgust himself.

It's rare that before leaving, this frustrating person left a large bag of elixir spirit wine elixir to replenish qi and blood, it turned out to be waiting here?

I can't say it, another wave of ocean is surging, and another wave of new kraken species rushes out of the water, and Wow Wow yells: "The cat thief in Dushan City is gone, and he killed my immortal of the Thousand Island League, do you think you can get away with it?"

It's another mess.

I pinched my beard and sat in the hall of the Qinglou, surrounded by n, but I only dared to hide behind the pillars, curtains, and windows, and secretly looked at me curiously and fearfully.

In the first half of the night, the big fat cat's behavior was really terrible. The long n iron horse in front turned a few people who came to practice on their backs, and the back actually pulled out the bird and kicked it away with a ruthless kick, which is really a big villain who doesn't dare to have it in the script!

But this adult's talent is indeed rare.

It's only been a long time, and a large stack of thousands of color pictures has been drawn.

Although the picture is terrifying, hideous, ferocious, cruel and evil, the paintings are all about steel blades, puppets, blood, killing corpses, wilderness flags, countless huge battles as terrifying as a flood, and the kind of wildness that people still have to watch after timidity, disgust, and fear.

Is this really what a man's world looks like?