Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

After a while, Zong Kui's reply came.

Three big cartoon cat pictures of "Tai Muqi" plus kneeling and begging for mercy.

Zong Jue laughed, but he wasn't really angry, he just wanted to give someone some flair, so that he wouldn't act like a god.

After replying, tidy up the room first and put the phone in his pocket.

Mr. Tiger... that is, the cat was relieved when he saw Zong Jue smiling from the opposite side.

It's easy to type with a cat's paw, but you have to hide in another room and type secretly.

Alas, it's just that he was too excited to chat with Zong Jue last night, he only thought about how to deal with injections in the form of a cat, and forgot the most important hygiene issue.

Fortunately, Zong Jue was not angry, otherwise the bridge of friendship that was built last night would collapse because of his laziness.

Zong Jue moved the courier box to the corner, so that the living room looked much more spacious.

He's wearing a shirt and low-slung jeans today, and when he bends over, the curve of his buttocks is outlined, and maybe if he squats again, he can still see the seam.

Mr. Tiger squatted behind and stared at him, swallowing involuntarily, really wanting to use spiritual skills to directly overwhelm him and make a big fight.

You must know that males are very excited in the morning, it's too inhumane to just show them and not do them.

Zong Jue was working seriously, but he didn't notice the kitten's "seeing adultery". He was doing it when he suddenly heard a small voice coming from behind.

"Really virtuous."

Zong Jue turned his head, there was no one in front of him, only a tabby cat.

He looked at the cat, and then turned to continue working. Mr. Tiger watched intently, and Zong Sui's figure overlapped with his own figure in the past.

He used to do this kind of cleaning, probably because he was an apprentice.

Mr. Tiger narrowed his eyes, and the gentleman in the moon-white gown flashed before his eyes. Recently, the memory of the gentleman flashed back a lot, and he remembered a lot, but that face was always blurred.

Mr. Tiger's mood suddenly became bad. He shook his head, shaking the unpleasant memories out of his mind, and concentrated on watching Zong Jue's work.

After Zong Jue cleaned up and washed his clothes, he hung them to the balcony and saw the window next to him when he came back.

The window was half open, and he opened it to see that it was only an arm's length away from his home. He turned to look at the kitten, which tilted its head to show its cuteness to him.

He smiled and said, "No wonder you ran to my house all day, it's so convenient."

"Meow."

Zong Sui closed the window and stepped on something when he landed.

The kitten jumped over and patted the cat's paw, and the thing was patted under the cabinet. He only vaguely saw that it was a wallet.

Needless to say, it was the wallet that he bought and disappeared mysteriously before it was used. It turned out to be a cat toy.

He said to the kitten, "No wonder your master is going to buy me a new wallet."

The kitten stopped meowing and jumped into the cardboard box on its own initiative.

Zong Jue picked up the cardboard box and went out, saying, "Tell him that I like the wallet he bought."

There was a rustling sound from inside the cardboard box, and Zong Jue poked his head to see the kitten rolling back and forth inside, seeming to be very happy, with its beard raised high.

The corners of Zong Jue's lips also turned up, suddenly realizing that controlling this guy is actually quite simple.

Zong Jue brought his pet cat to the clinic, and the nurse vaccinated him.

Mr. Tiger also wanted to take the opportunity to observe the No. [-] rival suspect, Dr. Lu, but Dr. Lu was away today, so Zong Jue took him to the pet hospital next door after the vaccination.

Mr. Tiger did not expect that he would see Dr. Lu in the pet hospital. For a moment he thought Mr. Lu was also a part-time veterinarian.

The surname of the director of the pet hospital is Lu, which has the same pronunciation as Dr. Lu's surname, and they are about the same age.

But he looked a little more handsome and calm than Dr. Lu, and there were no patients inside, so the two doctors were playing chess and chatting.

The pet hospital raised several abandoned cats and dogs, and Mr. Tiger's entry brought a lot of panic.

Cats, cats and dogs seemed to have rabies at the same time, lying on the cage and barking at him, and one of them became incontinent because of being too excited.

"What's going on? Why do these little hairy kids seem to have taken drugs?"

Dr. Lu didn't care about playing chess anymore, and ran over to comfort them. Dean Lu looked at the small cardboard box Zong Jue was holding, and a tabby cat obediently lay on the side of the box and winked at him.

"Did I bring strange cats here and scare them?" Zong Jue asked.

"Yeah, these little things have a strong territorial complex, come with me."

Dean Lu took them to the next room. Not long after the door closed, the noise outside stopped.

Dr. Lu came back and asked, "Since when did you raise a cat?"

He reached out to touch Mr. Tiger, but Zong Jue hurriedly stopped him.

"This guy is very fierce, be careful if you get caught, I can get vaccinated because of him, so I brought him to get vaccinated today."

Dean Lu looked at Mr. Tiger, and Mr. Tiger looked back. He found something wrong with the atmosphere when he came in just now, and he was even more sure when he looked into the dean's eyes.

Maybe ordinary people can't find it, but in fact, the eyes of demons and people are different.

But he looked at it for a long time and couldn't see what kind of monster the dean was.

So when the dean stretched out his hand to scratch his chin, he decided not to attack for now.

Zong Jue was surprised that the kitten accepted the petting obediently, and asked, "How did you do it? It is usually very fierce."

"As a pet doctor, how can I do without two brushes, what is it called?"

"Little wild cat."

Both people in the room laughed. The dean looked at Mr. Tiger and said meaningfully, "It's actually called that name."

Mr. Tiger endured it again and again, so he didn't stretch out his claws to scratch his face.

Zong Jue also laughed, and said, "Actually, I don't know what it's called. Its owner went to work today, so I brought it for an injection. If you want to create a case, then it's called... Zong Kui."

Mr. Tiger coughed, and because Zong Jue invited him to eat meat every day, he decided to forgive Zong Jue for his presumptuous assertion.

Dr. Lu asked, "Isn't Zong Kui the one who just moved here?"

"Yes, this is his cat."

Zong Jue told the street organization that the stray cats are being sterilized and rectified, as well as his concerns.

The dean glanced at the kitten's belly, stretched out his hand, and said, "Let me take a look."

Get your stinky hands away, only Zong Jue can touch me here.

Mr. Tiger got upset and grabbed it with one paw.

Unexpectedly, the dean's movements were more sensitive. He grabbed the skin on the cat's neck and lifted it up.

——Meow meow, let me go, or I will strike you to death with a thunderbolt!

He didn't dare to speak human language, so he could only mumble and curse in animal language.

The other two couldn't understand, Zong Jue saw the kitten go crazy, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, it is like this usually, it looks cute, but suddenly it went crazy, like a hidden mania."

"It's okay, I'm the best at dealing with this kind of little wild cat. I'll take care of it. First, check its health status, do deworming and vaccination, don't worry, it will be obedient to you when the time comes."

"Really? Then thank you."

Zong Jue's cell phone rang, and when he took it out, Mr. Tiger took a sneak peek, and it turned out to be that nasty college classmate.

He wanted to watch again, but was taken to the small bed by the dean with the fur belt, and could only watch Zong Jue go out to answer the phone.

Dr. Lu came over with a smile and wanted to help. The dean said to him: "You can help me feed the small animals, and tell Zong Jue not to come here by the way. With acquaintances around, the small animals will be dependent and will not accept it well." The deworming shot was given."

Doctor Lu went out, and the dean locked the door.

Mr. Tiger was out of control, and the cat was about to slap the cat. The director reminded: "If you don't want to become a eunuch, you should cooperate well."

"I'll kill you with a lightning strike!"

"Before hacking me to death, you should recharge your IQ first."

The dean came over and said condescendingly to him, "Are you going to cooperate with me to get the deworming injection, or do you want me to tell Zong Jue that you are carrying rabies bacteria and it is best to be euthanized? Even if he does not agree to euthanasia, he will not dare to approach you in the future. "

His weakness was hit, and Mr. Tiger squatted on the bed, glaring at him angrily.

"My body is clean, and I don't need deworming, let alone injections."

"If you can't explain it to the other party to believe it, then it's best to use a formality, ah yes, the matter of cutting the balls..."

"don't want!"

"I know you don't want to, but do you want to make a show, so that when you are strolling outside, you won't be afraid of being caught as a stray cat."

He didn't have the habit of being a stray cat. Isn't this all to deal with Zong Sui.

Mr. Tiger looked up at the dean. The dean smiled. He was handsome and sinister. He thought about it for a few seconds and decided to ask the situation first.

"You tell me your plan first."

When Zong Jue walked into the ward, the first thing he saw was the tabby cat lying on the side of the cardboard box. It was listless, with one paw in its mouth, as if it had been wronged a lot.

"Just after the operation, the cat will be like this after the wake-up shot. Don't worry, it will be alive and kicking after the anesthetic wears off. This is an anti-inflammatory drug. It is mixed with food for every meal and let it eat."

"Anti-inflammatory medicine?"

Zong Jue took the medicine stupidly, and asked, "Isn't it just an injection for deworming? Is there any inflammation?"

"I just cut my testicles, so it's easy to get infected, but this little guy is quite strong, so I shouldn't need it."

"Did you sterilize it?" Zong Jue became anxious when he heard it, "I told you I wouldn't do it!"

"Its testicles are deformed. If it is not removed, it will seriously affect its lifespan. Do you want it to die soon?"

"But it..."

Zong Jue looked at the kitten. The kitten's eyes were moist and waxy, and it whispered at him.

Zong Jue became even more angry, and said to the dean: "Its owner insists on not being sterilized. Even if it is done, it needs to be approved by the person concerned. How can..."

"He agreed, I just called and asked, and he said yes."

Zong Jue's expression was dull for a moment, and he wanted to hug the cat, but the dean stopped him.

"It has just been operated on, so it's best not to touch it too much to avoid infection. You can just hug the box, and you don't need to pay for it. Its owner will pay for it later."

Zong Jue picked up the box, the kitten saw him and raised its upper body, Zong Jue found that it had a red collar around its neck.

There is a small plastic tag on the front of the collar that says - Castrated.