Chapter 159, cat, idol, wretched old man

I don't know when it was supposed to be a dusty stone table. Actually, I was actually holding a palm-sized snow white hair group. The furry look was like a bunch of innocent white snow, I couldn't see the slightest dirt and The variegated, crystal-like big eyes are heartbreaking, and the pink little nose seems to be the sculpt of the master of art. The small round ears are laid down, and a pair of grievances are about to burst into tears. Melting eyes, looked up slightly at Ding Hao.
It is a white folded ear baby!
A folding cat?
Ding Hao is going crazy, what is going on?
A second ago, there was nothing on the desktop of the stone table. I turned around and there was a more pure-blooded white fold cat from a previous generation. This is the angel big sister who is joking in the dark. ? Is this little guy really just a little baby? Where did it come from?
"Meow……"
It seems that I felt the shock of Ding Hao. The little guy looked up slightly and yelled at Ding Hao.
The little voice was soft and crisp, and the milk was so irritating that there was an impulse to hold him in his arms for a while.
A good life is harmless!
Ding Hao is hesitant, this thing is too strange, this kitten will not be a ferocious monster change, right? The next moment, its pink little mouth will not be swallowed into a mouth and swallow it yourself?
"Hey, hehe..." The little guy was so weak and powerless that he was stumbling toward Ding Hao. He stumbled and climbed over. He stepped on the air and fell off the stone table.
Ding Hao instinctively reacted, reaching out and catching the little guy.
An indescribable soft and slightly hot touch came from the palm of your hand, as if you touched the delicate skin of the most beautiful woman in the world. Ding Hao only hesitated for less than 0.10 seconds. The little guy is in his arms.
"Oh..." The little milk cat was like a white snow group. The milk screamed and burst out with a pink little tongue. He kissed a few times in Ding Hao's palm.
"I rely on it, can't stand it, it's too mad, this little guy is simply a natural thing!"
Ding Hao only felt that his heart was melted.
The little guy is so cute. Any action will make people love. Although the origin is unknown, the intuition tells Ding Hao that the little things have no threat to themselves.
Ding Hao carefully searched the entire cave, did not find the mother cat or something else, and finally, in the spirit of fearless death, the little cute cat who seems to be starved to death at any time, stayed in himself. By the side.
", can't you watch the little guy starved to death in the cave?"
Ding Hao found a reason to say no to himself, decided to adopt this little guy.
In the mind, the sword ancestor and the sword ancestor were still pretending to be dead. How to summon the call was not answered. Ding Hao had to stop the cave search operation. The calculation time was already overnight and began to return to the ground.
He came to the entrance of the cave, squatting his little cat in his arms, running his body, leaping and leaping, constantly borrowing from the protruding rock edges and corners.
The strength of him, against the horrible suction of this deep hurricane and fog, is no longer a problem.
Ding Hao returned to the ground after spending less than half a column of incense.
At this time, the sky was exposed to the morning light, the fish belly was white and winding around the mountain, and a white mist was like a beautiful white gauze wrapped around the mountains, and there was a kind of vitality between the heavens and the earth.
Ding Hao exhaled a sigh of gas, his body was like electricity, and he swept through the poisonous and poisonous swamps, and quickly walked out of the garbage dump area.
"Oh..." The voice of the little boy was spoiled in his arms. The little guy squirmed for a while and stretched his head out of his shirt. The crystal clear eyes of the glass crystal looked curiously at the world.
"Little cute cat is so small, it is estimated that it can only be eaten milk. It seems that we must find a lactating female cat in the slum area to feed it." Ding Hao took the little guy out of his arms and held it in his hand. He smiled and said: Hello, little guy, are you public or mother?"
"Hey, hey!" Xiaomeng cat seems to understand Ding Hao's teasing, angry and screaming a few times, even a very humanized folder. Tightened his hind legs, a shy look.
I am going to go, you will not be demon, it is too human!
Under Ding Hao's wonder, the prank came psychologically, deliberately extending his fingers and fiddling with the hind legs of Xiaomeng's cat. He smiled and said: "Don't be shy, come, let the master see me, the male mother."
"Meow!"
"Hey, you are a dog."
The little cute cat fought back and bit it on Ding Hao’s finger, and refused to let go.
Between the talks, Ding Hao went to the fenced courtyard where he used to live, but he heard the sound of a hip-hop practice. He turned his head and saw twenty-seven-year-old kid. In line with this neat queue, in this "invincible Xuanwu Academy" standing and practicing.
They are all children in slums, wearing ragged clothes, men and women, but each one looks very serious, standing on the wooden stakes, stalking the horse, the small face is flowing with crystal sweat, shouting Throw a fist out of the boxing.
A wretched old man stood by and shouted loudly.

Do you feel that your back and legs are sore? Do you feel that your chest is hot? Do you feel that you are going to persist? Do you want to give up?

Under the morning light, the wretched old man was yelling loudly.
"No matter what kind of pain you suffer, you must insist that you want to go out from this dirty and dirty slum, just like you ask the genius Ding Hao of Jianzong, you must pay a hundred times to work hard, remember, you are the next Wait, you are very humble, you don't have a rich family, you want to change your own destiny, you only have sweat and hard work! Now I ask you, can you stick to it?"
"can!"
"I want to be like a brother of Ding Hao, become a disciple of Jianzong!"
"I want to get out of the slum!"
"I want my mom and dad not to work hard all day!"
The tender voice floated in the morning breeze. Although the children had trembled with their legs, despite the painful expression, they were still holding their teeth, and some even pierced their lips. They stood on the wooden stakes. Strolling in the horse, while punching, while drinking.
Ding Hao stopped outside the fenced courtyard.
I don't know why, he was suddenly moved.
Maybe because he himself is going out of this dirty and slum area, maybe his memory is so sad that he has been here for a few years, so he can especially understand the children who are going out in front of him. A kind of eager desire, a shouting call, let Ding Hao's heart burn.
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Thanks to tcxiazhou, passers-by, and helplessness