The afternoon sun is so lazy, a fresh air, clean and fresh, like a miserable white manuscript paper waiting for pen and ink to be smeared, Yiyun inhales heavily, but can't squeeze out the slightest imagination.

Wandering the streets aimlessly.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Yiyun's eyes: "Little brother, good face!"

"Really?" Yiyun looked up and down at the guy in front of him, dressed in rags and with shaggy hair, who was completely a beggar, and felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

"Very yes!" The man's eyes were full of excitement: "Unbelievable, unbelievable, I saw a spiritual light overflowing from your heavenly spirit cover, you must be a martial arts wizard that is rare in a hundred years! One day, you will not fly to the sky if you open up the second vein of Rendu! In the future, the task of maintaining world peace will be handed over to you." ”

When he arrived here, Yiyun suddenly understood, and smiled sheepishly: "Then are you going to take out the martial arts cheats for me to pick ......?"

"Ahhh............h

"Sotp!" Yiyun glanced at the man, especially disdainful: "You still want to fool me? Sue you, the little master is a cat, you bastards!"

The man's eyes rolled and he smiled very lewdly: "It turns out that you belong to a cat, since you know the result, then I will give you this reason!"

"Do you know the result?" Yiyun was extremely puzzled, but the man didn't care, so much, handed him the book in his hand, and then strode away.

"Hey!hey!What do you mean!" Yiyun raised the book in his hand, but he felt that it didn't feel right, and took a closer look:

Nima, information bag.

Urban urban village, unknown demon.

The hustle and bustle of the city, the lights are lit up at night, and the colorful colors render the entire night sky.

Shrouded in a crowd of people of all colors, with very different faces looking hurried, breathing in the foul air, walking corpses.

Numb, icy cold.

It was the only glimmering star in their sky, under a great illusion.

A qiē runs according to the rules.

Yiyun walked aimlessly in the gloomy alleys.

In the corner of the alley, there was a kitten curled up, the snow-white pubescence emitted a faint light under the reflection of the bright moonlight, and the eyes of Yiyun were a little stinging.

The little white cat's dim gaze suddenly lit up with Yiyun's arrival.

"Meow meow!" A faint wail echoed in Yiyun's ears, and the inexplicable light in the eyes of the little white cat couldn't guess what kind of emotion it was, that is, anger and hope, and it was full of a kind of relief to see the same, which made him slightly stunned.

Yiyun approached, the two eyes of the little white cat were as pleasing to the eye as green emeralds, looking at the epitome of himself in the pupils, Yiyun showed a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Click, click......" Kaka scurried onto Yiyun's shoulder.

"Nima, youkai!"

Yiyun immediately took out the peachwood sword and stared at the little white cat vigilantly.

The little white cat suddenly grinned, and that smile seemed to make De Yiyun feel creepy.

"Nima, what an ugly smile. Yiyun opened his mouth and screamed, and hurriedly grabbed the little white cat's neck, took out a peachwood sword against the kitten's throat, and turned his head to ask Kaka.

"Click" Kaka groaned, and suddenly bit on Yiyun's cat's hand, emitting a burst of gray light, enveloping the white cat, the light dissipated, Kaka seemed to be very tired, jumped, and disappeared into Yiyun's pocket.

Yiyun looked sluggish, staring at the eight tails that appeared behind the kitten in his hand with shining eyes, and muttered: "Get rich, get rich, let's turn over."

A trace of disgust flashed in the little white cat's eyes, and she struggled to get rid of Yiyun's hand, fell lightly to the ground, wagged her tail lightly, stretched out an extremely long lazy waist, and rolled her eyes to look at Yiyun.

Legend has it that the Buddha said that anyone in the world who has seven tricks can cultivate to become an immortal.

Cats are naturally among them.

According to records, a cultivating cat can grow an extra tail every twenty years, and when the tail grows to the ninth, it will be able to cultivate to a certain level.

The cat that has cultivated into an immortal is particularly powerful, and in the immortal court, even the real immortal has to give it three points.

But the ninth tail is not very long, and when a cat has eight tails, it will get a hint that it must fulfill a person's wishes. And for each wish granted, the cat must lose a tail to fulfill.

So it's almost an endless loop.

The cat, on the other hand, completes this cycle very religiously, so although it has always had eight tails, it doesn't know how many years it has lived, and I don't know how many people have helped it fulfill its wishes.

It also complained to the Buddha that if it continued like this, how could it be cultivated to attain the Dao? The Buddha smiled but did not answer.

The eight-tailed cat can help people fulfill any wish, any wish.

Nima's, our ** silk is about to rise.

Sports cars, big villas, long-legged and big-bodied girls, the second generation of horses are all scumbags in the eyes of my brother

"Is it possible that all wishes can be granted?" Yiyun, who came back to his senses, quickly wiped the saliva from his mouth, excited and excited.

The white cat didn't make a sound, just looked at Yiyun lazily, and then yawned: "Help me find a one-armed little boy, according to the time calculation, it should have been 70 years." You only have one day, and finding her is the right thing to do. ”

I owe him so much. The sadness in the white cat's eyes was so thick that it seemed to be condensed and could not be dissolved.

Nima, I haven't heard that there are quid pro quo

Yiyun scratched the head of the chicken nest, dandruff fell, and the little white cat jumped a few steps away, with a cold and disdainful face: "The old man is hundreds of thousands of dollars a second, hurry up." ”

Then he paced gracefully and disappeared into the corner.

A day to find the little boy from 70 years ago?How can I find Nima's if someone dies?

A small courtyard in a remote alley on the western outskirts of the city.

A pot of daisies lay diagonally behind the back of the couch, the leaves still green, but the yellow flowers, petal by petal, drifted to the ground.

The light blue gauze curtain was half-rolled, and the high chairs on the balcony were divided into four colors, red, yellow, green, and purple, looking lonely at the vast sky outside.

On the octagonal table on the balcony, a cup of brilliant red liquid is contained in a transparent teacup, reflected by the rays of the setting sun.

The room was surprisingly quiet, and a little flower cat jumped on the sofa and meowed.

Yiyun changed his sitting posture a little anxiously, looking at the quiet woman busy in the kitchen, without speaking, as if time had stopped at this moment.

"Sao Nian, the old man quietly told you that this little girl will definitely not take a fancy to you, you better stop daydreaming. A very inappropriate voice sounded in Yiyun's ears, and the white cat didn't know when he was lying on the sofa next to him, stretching lazily.

Yiyun glared at it, his face was indifferent, but his heart was anxious: Nima, this is the eighth, and it will be night in a few hours.

In order to find the little boy back then, Yiyun really tried his best to find a few people who matched the conditions.

Yiyun's last stop, but unfortunately the quiet woman could not hear it, and after writing the words "grandpa is resting" on the paper, she asked Yiyun to sit down and went to make dinner.

"When, when" the old wall clock rang softly four times,

The woman walked out of the kitchen, smiled sweetly at Yiyun, made a gesture of waiting, and walked towards a room.

"Don't be wrong, it must be" Yiyun muttered as he spun in front of the white cat.

The white cat squinted, and the hope and worry that flashed in her eyes also showed that she was not at peace within.

"By the way, you guy, I still don't know what your name is, my name is Yiyun, what about you?" Yiyun suddenly leaned down and touched the white cat's ears curiously.

As if struck by lightning, the white cat stood up suddenly, staring at Yiyun with green eyes, and was a little vigilant: "My old man will call Uncle Ben Chaos." ”

"Chaos, are you sure?" Yiyun glanced at the white cat suspiciously.