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I don't know when, on the stone table that should have been spotless, there was really a palm-sized snow-white hair ball, the furry appearance seemed to be a flawless white snow, there was not the slightest dirt and variegation, the crystal eyes were heartbreaking, the small pink nose seemed to be the carved product of an art master, the round little ears were put down, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears after being wronged, and looked up at Ding Hao slightly with a look that could melt the stubborn stone.

It's a white little milk cat with folded ears!

A cat with folded ears?

Ding Hao is going crazy, what's going on?

A second ago, there was nothing on the stone table at all, and he only turned around, and there was actually an extra pure-blooded white folded ear cat that was extremely rare on the earth in his previous life, is this which angel sister is secretly joking with herself? Is this little guy really just a little milk cat with folded ears? Where did it come from?

"Meow ......"

As if sensing Ding Hao's shock, the little guy raised his head slightly and shouted at Ding Hao.

The little voice was soft and crisp, milky, heart-pounding, and there was an urge to hold him in his arms and touch him for a while.

What a harmless look for humans and animals!

Ding Hao hesitated a little, this thing is too weird, this kitten can't be a ferocious demon beast to change, right?

"Meow, meow......" The little guy was coquettish towards Ding Hao weakly, stumbled over, stepped on the air, and fell off the stone table.

Ding Hao reacted instinctively, stretched out his hand, and caught the little guy.

An indescribably soft and slightly hot touch came from the palm of his hand, as if he had touched the delicate skin of the most beautiful woman in the world, Ding Hao just hesitated for less than a second before putting the little guy in his arms.

"Meow ......" The little milk cat was like a white ball of snow, screamed milkily, stretched out her little pink tongue, and licked Ding Hao's palm a few times affectionately.

"Damn, I can't stand it, it's so fucking cute, this little guy is just a natural cute!"

Ding Hao instantly only felt that his heart was melted.

The little guy is so cute, any action will make people overflow with love, although the origin is unknown, but the intuition tells sù Ding Hao, the little thing has no threat to himself.

Ding Hao searched carefully in the entire cave, but did not find the female cat or anything else, and finally took this little cute cat that looked like it would be starved to death at any time with the spirit of not being afraid of death.

"Fuck, you can't just watch the little guy starve to death in a cave, can you?"

Ding Hao found an unreasonable reason for himself and decided to adopt this little guy.

In his mind, the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Ancestor were still pretending to be dead, and no matter how they were summoned, they couldn't get a response, so Ding Hao had no choice but to stop the cave search operation, calculate the time, it was already a night, and began to set off to return to the ground.

He came to the door of the cave, took the little cute cat in his arms, ran his body, jumped up, and constantly borrowed strength from the protruding rocks and corners, and flew upward.

With his strength greatly increased, it was no longer a problem to fight against the terrifying suction of this depth of wind and fog.

It took less than half a pillar of incense for Ding Hao to return to the ground.

At this time, the sky showed a trace of morning light, the white belly of the fish surrounded the mountain peaks, wisps of white mist were wrapped around the mountains like a beautiful white veil, and there was a kind of vitality between the sky and the earth.

Ding Hao exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, his body was like electricity, swept between the poisonous miasma and the poisonous swamp, and soon walked out of the garbage heap area.

"Meow ......" came the sound of a little milk cat with folded ears in his arms, and the little guy squirmed for a while, sticking his head out of his clothes, and his big eyes as pure and immaculate as glass crystal looked at the world curiously.

"The little cute cat is so small, it is estimated that it can only feed, and it seems that we need to find a lactating female cat in the slum to feed it. Ding Hao took the little guy out of his arms, held it in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile: "Hey, little guy, are you male or female?"

"Meow, meow!" The little cute cat seemed to understand Ding Hao's ridicule, and meowed angrily a few times, and even clamped his hind limbs very humanely, looking shy.

I'll you, you won't be a demon, it's too human!

Ding Hao was surprised, and the mischievous psychology came up, deliberately stretched out his fingers, and played with the hind limbs of the little cute cat, and said with a smile: "Don't be shy, come, let the master and I see, male and female." ”

"Meow!"

"Oh, you're a dog. ”

The little cute cat fought back, biting Ding Hao's finger and refusing to let go.

While speaking, Ding Hao walked to the fenced courtyard where he used to live, but he heard a sound of humming and practicing from inside, and turned his head to look, only to see more than 20 little children about seven years old, who were lining up in a neat queue, standing in this "invincible Xuanwu Academy" to practice.

They were all children from the slums, dressed in tatters, men and women, but they all looked extremely serious, standing on wooden stakes, walking with horses, with beads of sweat flowing from their little faces, shouting and punching.

An old man with an obscene face stood by and shouted loudly.

"Do you feel pain in your waist and legs? Do you feel hot in your chest? Do you feel like you can't hold on anymore? Do you want to give up?"

In the morning light, the obscene old man was roaring loudly.

"No matter what kind of pain you suffer, you must persevere, if you want to get out of this dirty and messy slum like Ding Hao, the genius of the Sword Sect, you must make a hundred times the effort, remember, you are inferior, you are extremely humble, you do not have a rich family background, if you want to change your fate, you only have sweat and hard work! Now I ask you, can you persevere?"

"Yes!"

"I want to be like Brother Ding Hao, and become a disciple of the Sword Sect!"

"I'm coming out of the slums!"

"I want Mom and Dad to stop working all day!"

The childish voices drifted in the morning breeze, and the children, despite the trembling of their legs and the pained expressions on their faces, gritted their teeth and persisted, some of them even biting their own lips, and they stood on the stakes, marching their horses, punching and shouting.

Ding Hao stopped outside the fence courtyard.

I don't know why, he was suddenly moved.

Maybe it's because he himself walked out of this dirty and messy slum, maybe in his memory, there is a sadness in the past few years here, so he can especially understand the firm desire of the group of children in front of him to go out, and the immature shouts made Ding Hao's heart burn.

Thanks to tcxiazhou, passers-by Hua Shao, and helpless blank giants.