Vol 4 Chapter 73: Goodbye mouse in vest

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A few weeks ago, Zheng Qing encountered a mouse wearing a red vest in the corner of the university office building.
At that time, he was harassing the doorman in Old Yao's office, and wanted to consult a professor about the reason for the abnormality of his transfiguration technique. Unexpectedly, he was disturbed by the sudden mouse. Originally, Shen Tu Yu Lei still had a chat with him. But since the mouse appeared, the door gods, including the big white cat at the door god’s feet, As if they were all dumb, they didn't suffocate anymore.
After realizing that the mouse in the clothes was abnormal, the young public student immediately gave full play to the curiosity of the cat and followed the mouse, but finally lost the trace of the mouse in a tree hole. .
Even though he waited for a long time at the entrance of the cave that day, even though he went to the entrance of the tree many times to look for it after a while, he never encountered the mouse wearing clothes again.
Thinking of this in his spare time, the young public-sponsored student even suspected that he was just dazzled for a while and had made a mistake. After all, a mouse wearing clothes is rare even in wizarding universities. If it is really a spirit beast in the school, or a wizard in the school, then there will always be no matter whether it is a professor or a student. There is a hint of breath.
However, neither Professor Yao, classmates, nor colleagues in the patrol team of the school working committee have expressed ignorance of the ‘rats in clothes’ mentioned by Zheng Qing.
Time flickered and nearly a month was about to pass. With the increase in schoolwork and learning tasks, Zheng Qing almost forgot about the rat.
Until his cat subordinate, a certain forest cat buddy, reappeared in front of him with a small mouse in his mouth.
"Is this the mouse in clothes you mentioned?" Xiao Xiao squatted in front of the forest cat, grabbed a brush, and carefully fiddled with the motionless little mouse on the ground with the tip of the pen. His voice was full of curiosity: " I remember you said that it was wearing a red vest... You brought it back from your subordinate, but it was wearing a blue vest."
The soft nib poked on the mouse, leaving behind fleeting scars. The blood stains that were originally bitten by the cat became clear and lightened under the care of the nib, and gradually disappeared.
"The mouse is not allowed to change clothes yet?" Fatty Xin pouted his wide ass, one person occupied the place of two people, his nose was almost wiped the mouse's beard, and he sighed in a very regretful tone: "You said Why did I forget to bring my camera? What a good news...what a good material!"
The fat man's attention all fell on the mouse. The beer in his hand and the drum of fried chicken in his arms had been placed on the side of the open space. Several cats, large and small, are sticking out their paws from time to time, groping in the fried chicken bucket, and taking out two pieces of fragrant fried chicken to reward themselves.
There was even a blue cat leaning in front of the beer can, with a leaky mouth, sipping the remaining beer in the can with a straw, his eyes flushed and standing there shaking.
Of course, the ‘most’ hunters of the Yougui Hunting Team are not focusing on these cats now.
For them, the little mouse in clothes is obviously more attractive.
Most of it is because Elder Zhang's attention is slightly different.
Contrary to others, he just glanced at the half-dead little mouse on the ground, but he focused most of his attention on the Norwegian forest cat who had returned from the wound: "Tsk tsk... You can’t see it, your subordinates are pretty brutal. What can you do!"
Unlike the first time Zheng Qing saw it, the forest cat who had just returned had many wounds all over his body. A small gap appeared on the round eartips, which seemed to be a bite by a mouse and bit off a small piece; under the eyes of the orange apricot, there were several deep scars, which were slowly leaking through its thick fur Bright red blood; not to mention its beautiful long hair, which seemed to have been scorched by fire, showing spotted withered scars, which looked exceptionally miserable.
Zheng Qing can't imagine what a cat needs to go through to get hurt like this when catching a mouse!
"Too brave, too powerful, too dedicated." Zhang Jixin exclaimed, reaching out his hand and gently brushing the forest cat's back, repeatedly praised: "If it wasn't for the opposition of my family, I would definitely raise a big one like this. Cat!"
Xu Ye understood Zhang Jixin's compliment. The forest cat changed his violent temper and proudly raised his chin, his curvy beard almost reaching the sky.
"I want to watch, I want to watch too!!" Ling Guo did not know when he climbed onto the back of the black goat, and was jumping over the head of the red-faced musculus, yelling: "I haven't seen anyone wearing clothes yet. Where's the mouse!"
"You can just catch a mouse and dress him!" The black cat sighed, completely unable to understand the strong curiosity of the little wizard-he had forgotten the first time he saw a mouse wearing clothes. The curiosity of Shi-he glanced at the careless cats outside the circle who were still playing around, then glanced at the forest cat with its head up to the sky, and finally bowed his head and extended his paw , Patted Xiao Xiao's back.
"Doctor, is the mouse dead?" The black cat coughed twice, interrupting Dr. Xiao's research, and asked.
"You're a cat! Can't you smell this?" The fat man yelled, making a fuss beside him, his tone full of suspicion.
"You are a cat! Your whole family are cats! Goth is a wizard from beginning to end, OK? Can you speak human words?" Hearing the fat man's words, the black cat suddenly became irritable, jumped and jumped On the fat man's head, his claws were waving like the wind, and he used the fat man's head as a drum head, and the hammer banged.
Not to mention, the fat man's soft hair and fleshy forehead ~EbookFREE.me~ are very comfortable to shoot-no wonder the fat tabby cat in the dormitory likes to nap on his head.
Xiao Xiao ignored the troopers of a pair of live treasures next to him, and finally poked the mouse’s eyelids with the tip of the pen, sighed, hammered the waist, and stood up: "It’s not dead...Even if your forest cat is dead, this Little things are probably fine."
"Its body bones are much stronger than any mouse I have ever seen... No, I think it is stronger than the murlocs in Linzhong Lake!"
"Besides, they are ghosts, they will play dead."
Before the words fell, the mouse ‘buling’, who had closed his eyes tightly and had no breath, opened his eyes. A carp rolled and jumped up, trying to sneak out of the crowd with a swish.
Unexpectedly, a small snow-white claw appeared behind it at some point, and firmly held down its long tail, pulling it firmly in place.
"Meow?" The little puppet cat pressed the mouse's tail with one paw, tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and looked at the black cat squatting on the fat man's head in confusion, as if asking if he should kill the little one. mouse.
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