What's even more a pity is that the little white cat itself didn't have long to be proud.

After the black cats were frightened and fled, the female cats did retreat, but the male cats began to rub their whiskers again, eager to try. Their first goal is, of course, to be able to sit on the 'throne' of the cat fruit tree, and it seems that they can compete with the black cat.

Although that kitten is 'suspected' not yet an adult?

It doesn't matter, just lean over and smell it.

Anyway, a certain black boss is not there.

So, after the black cat fell from the cat's fruit tree, less than a minute later, the little white cat also fell down, screaming and fleeing.

Jiang Xiaomei hadn't run far before he heard a muffled laugh coming from the bushes next to him. She fixed her eyes on the black cat that had escaped not long ago.

The little white cat stopped its body, made a sharp turn, stopped in front of the black cat, and roared ferociously: "Meow!"

The black cat turned his head, raised his paws, and swung to indicate that this was not his pot and that he did not carry it. Just looking at his swaying shoulders and trembling whiskers, the little white cat could easily tell that the black cat was gloating.

Naturally, she couldn't tolerate this situation.

So, there was a sudden rush of chickens and dogs jumping and dust in the bushes, and the few tree spirits who had been hiding in the bushes to dig grass roots were also startled by the action of the two cats fighting, and ran away, hiding back in the oak hole next to them.

Of course, when it comes to fighting, it can't really be a fight. It's just that in some vague ideas, Zheng Qing is happy to play this innocuous little game with the little white cat.

Before they could fight for long, a group of cats howled from the cat's fruit tree not far away, and it was obvious that they were not blind, and they also found the black and white cats hiding in this corner. A pair of yellow, green, and purple eyes stared at it together, frightening the black cat who was about to tear for a while.

"The wind is tight, pull it!"

The black cat was in a hurry, opened his mouth and said a human word, then stretched out his paw and pulled the little white cat's head, and ran to the depths of the bushes. It seemed that he was scared enough by the enthusiastic little female cats before.

Compared to him, the little white cat was obviously a little more frightened now.

What's the situation?!Black cats talk to people?!Black cats talk to people!!

Originally, Jiang Yu was already eight or nine points sure that the black cat was Zheng Qing's change. But as soon as this sentence came out, the eight or nine points of certainty suddenly fell to less than one point.

Without him, the Mundell paradox is there. As a witch from a large wizarding family, Jiang Yu understands the power of this wizarding law that can almost be called a 'theorem' better than others.

It is impossible for a sorcerer to achieve the three conditions of 'free transformation of species', 'independence of will', and 'stability of magic' at the same time. Most of the wizards who learned Transfiguration chose 'independent will' and 'free transformation of species', and in turn, they also paid the price of magical stability.

The first time you encounter a black cat, the black cat can be used as an excuse to use certain magic potions to achieve the corresponding effect, but it is not good to speak. Because even many magical beings with great magic may not be able to master a complex language. This is a unique ability for wizards, especially those who choose the two conditions of 'magic stability' and 'free transformation of species' to practice transfiguration.

In other words, the animals known in the wizarding world that can speak human words are basically schizophrenic metamorphosis patients.

In the impression of the witch, Zheng Qing does not look like a psychopath.

For a while, these chaotic thoughts ran rampant in the little white cat's mind, and she was dizzy and dizzy. Even with it, the footsteps of following Zheng Qing's running subconsciously slowed down.

The black cat jumped forward far away, feeling that the movement behind him was not right, and when he turned around, he found that the little white cat was standing stupidly not far away in a daze.

"Why are you stunned?!Run! If you don't run, you're going to be caught and bred by those big cats!" shouted the black cat.

He didn't care about talking in front of a cat.

Soon, he reacted - in the eyes of the black cat, the little white cat is just a little white cat with a good smell, it is natural to not understand human speech, and it is not normal to understand it - so the black cat took a few steps back, popped out its paws, and scribbled a few unusually abstract patterns in the mud.

The two cats ran in front with their tails between their legs, and behind them a group of cats with heart-shaped eyes chased after them with their tails upright, and then one of the cats fell behind and was caught by the heart-shaped eyes cat behind, and soon several strong big cats came forward and pressed the cat under the body.

Zheng Qing didn't have the profound basic skills of Xiao Xiao, so the patterns he drew were not flattering.

Even Jiang Xiaocat, who has a human soul, can only roughly guess what he is talking about based on the pattern outlined by the black cat's paws. This made her a little embarrassed, and a little unbearable, and the original worry in her heart also dissipated a lot.

At that moment, the bushes shook, and two disheveled wizards and wizards burst out of the gloomy corner. The wizard looked left and right in panic as he straightened his robes, and whispered, "Who's there?"

The witch remained silent, just fiddling with her hair with her head down.

As a black cat, Zheng Qing naturally did not shy away from squatting in place and watching the performance of the two young wizards. While watching, he sighed in his heart, sighing that the world is declining, people's hearts are not ancient, and sighing that spring is coming, not only the cats are complaining, but the wizards are also beginning to estrus.

The wizard whispered for a long time, and naturally no one would pay attention to them. Only two cats, one white and one black, squatted under the tree not far away, looking at them with strange eyes.

The witch finally mustered up her courage and whispered, "Could it be that you heard it wrong?

"Impossible! Didn't you hear that just now?" the wizard flatly denied, "There are obviously sounds like 'run' and 'breeding'......"

When the black cat heard this, he was immediately happy, okay, it turned out to be his own pot.

He couldn't help but chuckle, and then received the little white cat's disgusted look.

Naturally, the movements of the two cats also attracted the attention of the two wizards.

"Is that black cat stuck in the fur?" Witches are always the most sympathetic type of wizard, and even in the current mess, they still have the heart to care about such things.

"Hurry up, go out and talk. The wizard dragged the witch's arm and walked out, comforting, "It's normal for a cat to spit out hairballs...... They lick too much fur on weekdays, and those hairs are licked into their stomachs and cannot be digested, so they can only spit it out again. ”

The black cat's face darkened.

You lick your hair! You lick your hair every day!