This damn cat

Seeing Lu Ziyao coming back, Xie Lang didn't care about holding grudges, and proudly showed off: "Come and see! The boxing champion is also a member of our cat clan. Look at his ears, do they look like mine?"

Lu Ziyao stood silently at the door for a while, then turned around and closed the door suddenly, and left angrily.

The small dried fish on the ground are all gone.

"This cat is extremely presumptuous." His Highness thought with a cold face, "How dare you care about insignificant people on the way to escape."

must be punished.

A trace of ruthless evil flashed across His Royal Highness's face, and the image of himself pinching his flesh pad ferociously appeared in his mind.

Unscrupulous strength, no need for elegance and etiquette.

He wants to watch the ignorant cat cry and beg for mercy.

Otherwise, crush the tender and soft meat pad.

The cat's screams of terror filled his mind, and the dragon's face showed its killing nature.

**

Xie Lang didn't notice that Lu Ziyao slammed the door and left, and smirked at the boxing champion of the same race: "The ears of this color are the only ones of these races! By the way! And Abyssinian cats? You are Abby Signia cat! Isn't it!"

Kang Yao grinned, continued to shake his head, and looked up at the excited boy.

My heart is almost melting.

This kid's smile is almost poisonous.

"Don't be foolish!" Xie Lang frowned: "I've already told you about people of the same race and color, aren't you? Just kidding me!"

"Really not." Kang Yao laughed.

"Then what breed are you?" Xie Lang opened his cat's eyes wide, expectant.

Kang Yao lowered his head to open a bottle of beer, picked up the tab, and handed it to the boy: "Let's drink this beer, and then we'll reveal the answer."

Xie Lang immediately took the beer, drank a few sips, stopped and hiccupped, and drank it in one gulp, shaking the bottle at the boxing champion impatiently and said with a smile: "It's finished, let's talk!"

Kang Yao stared at the boy's excited smiling face, and said with a smile, "Bengal tiger."

Xie Lang froze his smile.

Anger makes the kitty's sharp claws pop out instantly!

Before Kang Yao could react, a cat's paw swung towards his face——

"what!"

Kang Yao covered his face and yelled, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! What's wrong with you, little brat! Why did you suddenly scratch someone!"

Xie Lang dead fish looked at him: "You go."

"If you say turn your back, turn your face?" Kang Yao let go of his hand and looked at his palm, and asked the boy worriedly: "Is there bleeding?"

"Disfigured." Xie Lang tried to frighten the bastard to death: "The scratches are deep enough to show the bones, my claws are poisoned, go back and prepare for the funeral."

Kang Yao said ferociously, "Are you really a little devil? Half an hour ago, you said you wanted to save me from escaping, and now you're going to kill me?"

Xie Lang raised his cat's paw as a warning: "Are you going?"

"Reciprocity is a courtesy." Kang Yao persisted, "You should also tell me your race, right?"

Xie Lang who was asked about the pain did not hesitate to slap again!

The boxing champion screamed again!

**

His Royal Highness, who was eavesdropping on the door, was startled by another scream.

This is the second time. When the first scream was heard, His Highness had already closed the door.

Because he was worried about seeing the bad cat flirting and joking with other boxing champions, His Highness didn't rush in, lest he couldn't help but kill.

But this time the screams were clearly heard, and it really didn't look like a joke.

Lu Ziyao decided to go in and have a look.

What if the boxing champion is an old pervert?

How can such a weak creature as a cat handle it?

The 22-year-old boxing champion probably never thought that one day he would be attacked as an "old pervert".

His Royal Highness straightened his collar calmly.

Although the clothes were dirty, they could not conceal the aristocratic temperament in the boy's bones.

The moment he opened the door and walked into the room, His Highness saw the boxing champion standing beside the sofa with a grumpy face.

On the side of the boxing champion's face, there were three red marks.

Looks like it was caught by a cat?

His Royal Highness's indifferent and vicious expression almost didn't hold back, the anger just disappeared, and he said in a gentle voice, "Mr. Boxing King?"

Kang Yao angrily turned his head and complained: "Why is your friend turning his face like turning a book?"

As soon as the boxing champion turned his head, the three cat scratch marks on the other side of his face were also exposed!

The symmetrical scratches on both sides made His Highness finally unable to hold back, and lowered his head to snicker!

"Laugh, laugh." Kang Yao stepped out of the door coldly: "Tomorrow I may not have the good intentions to give you a ride."

With a polite smile on his handsome face, His Royal Highness raised his hand to the boxing champion's back and said goodbye: "I hope you will keep your word, sir."

"Bang!" The boxing champion slammed the door.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Lu Ziyao turned his head sideways, and saw the kitten hugging its knees, huddled up on the sofa, without the fierce aura just now.

"He's a Bengal tiger." The kitty complained aggrievedly, "He even lied to me that I was of the same family."

The dragon cub didn't respond, and stood straight in front of the door, looking sideways at the kitten expressionlessly.

Xie Lang frowned: "What are you looking at? Are you looking down on us Serval?"

Lu Ziyao withdrew his gaze, bent down, picked up small dried fish one by one, and said in a low voice, commanding: "Take a bath, then go to bed and wait for me, I want to pinch the meat pad."

Xie Lang: "..."

The phrase "why" swirled in his throat and swallowed again.

hateful.

Does anyone believe in "the air of kings"?

Xie Lang felt that the evil dragon had it in him, and it could be retracted freely.

When it was put away, the little cat felt that he could be unscrupulous.

When it was released, the little cat seemed to have been tapped, and couldn't help but want to say "obedience".

Forget it, just follow the order, use the meat pad to slow down the army, so that the dragon cub will not return to the palace.

**

Xie Lang obediently took a bath and dried her hair.

When it turned into a cat, there were some water stains on its fur.

When he entered the room, the dragon cub was already wearing gray-blue pajamas, leaning against the bed and waiting for him.

"Meow!" The little cat reluctantly jumped onto the bed, vigilantly placing its right paw on the back of the prince's hand.

Lu Ziyao still didn't realize the cat's "behave yourself" warning, so he raised his hand and took the kitten into his arms.

"Meow meow!"

[I'm sleepy, pinch the meat pad twice and go to sleep immediately! 】

The dragon cub didn't have the naughty smile on his face, but looked at the little cat indifferently, holding the cat's paw with one hand.

The cruel scene imagined outside the door just now appeared in his mind.

"Meow?"

[Why are you looking at me? 】

The little cat didn't realize the danger was coming, and stared at the dragon innocently.

After confronting for a long time, Lu Ziyao found that he couldn't make a move at all.

When I pinched the pads, my fingers seemed to be soft like cotton.

"Meow!"

【Your Highness, are you stupid! 】

Lu Ziyao took a deep breath, slid down, lay down, and leaned the kitten's head on the pillow sideways.

"Meow?" The little cat was very puzzled.

After all, His Royal Highness was unable to pinch the cat's paw ruthlessly, and only gently grabbed the pad, rubbed it against the tip of his nose, and closed his eyes quietly.

Xie Lang's cat's eyes suddenly widened, and her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

The touch of the dragon boy's nose is like cool jade.

Looking at the boy's face from such a close distance, the long eyelashes cover the lower eyelids, and the facial features are so handsome that it makes people sigh.

The little cat was stunned for a long time before recovering, seeing that His Highness had no response, it gave a soft "meow".

【Are you asleep? 】

Still no response.

The cat felt its face was hot and uncomfortable, so it tried hard to pull its cat's claws from the boy's fingers.

Finally freed, just about to jump out of bed, the boy with his eyes closed stretched out his hand, took the kitten back into his arms, and ordered softly: "Don't move, sleep."

"Meow!"

[The clothes haven't been washed yet! 】

The cat didn't know that its meat pad had escaped a catastrophe, so it complained a few words, then fell asleep sleepily.

Have a peaceful night without dreams.

**

Early in the morning, the hotel landline woke up the two children.

Kang Yao informed them that it was time to set off.

Xie Lang did not tell Kang Yao the direct destination, but only told him the destination of the next city.

Originally, His Highness was not willing to take the boxing champion's free ride, but the pair of scratches on the boxing champion's face was very gratifying, so His Highness reluctantly got into the car.

Along the way, Xie Lang kept reminding the dragon cub to pay attention to the surroundings so as not to be followed. Every kilometer he drove, he asked the dragon cub: "Is anyone following us?"

The dragon cub was impatient with the question: "I will tell you immediately if someone is following you, don't ask."

Kang Yao looked at the young man sitting in the back through the center rearview mirror, feeling really puzzled.

He grew up in a nightclub since he was a child, and he can roughly recognize any species, but he has never seen the contradictory temperament in this young man.

I can feel the common hormones of dangerous species in the young man, not like the exposed aggressiveness of brown bears, nor the restrained murderousness of pythons.

It seems that there is an invisible danger, far better than any species Kang Yao has ever seen, but it is packaged in an exquisite gift box with a bow.

Strangely handsome and harmless.

"Brother, what race are you from?" Kang Yao seldom took the liberty to say something, because the friend of the cat boy really made him more and more frightened.

However, it is reasonable to say that small and medium-sized cat people are very cautious and will not make friends with dangerous species.

Lu Ziyao looked out the window indifferently, completely ignoring the boxing champion's question.

"It's a koala." Xie Lang sympathetically ran down the dragon cub's hair, and explained to the boxing champion: "Because they love to sleep too much, they can't work. Their race is already on the verge of extinction because of poverty. Have you never seen it?"

Lu Ziyao slowly turned his head to look at the little cat: "..."

"Don't tell me, I haven't seen it before." Because this answer is far from his terrible guess, Kang Yao couldn't help laughing: "Are the koalas good at fighting? I didn't know it before. I will have lunch later." , you have to find out."

"We are the boxers of the national team." Xie Lang explained seriously: "We use skills and skills, and have nothing to do with race."

Of course Kang Yao didn't believe the koala's answer.

He was just asking casually, it would be fine if the kid refused to say anything, but the kitten deliberately lied and covered up, which made him a little wary.

It's not that he wanted to inquire about privacy, Kang Yao originally thought that these two children might just be rebellious children who ran away from home.

He himself wanted to find an excuse to let Lao Kang let him out to relax, and it didn't matter if he gave the two children a ride by the way.

I'm only a little worried now, don't let these two children cause any trouble.

What made him most suspicious was the ability to "report coordinates" that the boy showed last night.

Afterwards, Kang Yao asked the few buddies who were following him, and they all got the right number, and the number of people in the position was correct, and it wasn't just made up by the young man.

Being so sensitive to the dynamics of the environment, he only knew that the group of pterosaurs in the royal family had this ability.

But Kang Yao, like ordinary people, thought that the pterosaur was looking down from a high altitude, relying on its eyes to distinguish the dynamics of the battlefield, and the boy didn't turn his head to look at anyone.

It's really weird.