Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xi has lived most of his life, and if he adds the first two mission worlds, he can be regarded as a person who has experienced great storms. This is the first time he has been blocked by others.

Looking at the five people who were squinting and staring at each other covetously, he couldn't help but tense up, thinking about how to get out.

It's not to blame for the delicacy of the original body, it's really that the law and order in this slum area is too bad, some people can't make a name for themselves in their lifetime, but bullying and bullying are very handy.

The bastard with a Chinese character face leaned forward, reached out and lifted Song Xi's chin, and clicked his tongue: "Hey! This little mute looks really good!"

Someone responded: "It's still young, this must be a baby!"

Song Xi endured the nausea, and asked the system in his mind: "Do you have any skills for me to use?"

The system asked weakly: "...Does pain relief count as a skill?"

"..."

What a fart!This will only make him die peacefully, okay?

Song Xi had a headache, so the system let the system slip a dagger into him quietly, no matter what, even if he died, he would have to pull a back.

A few hooligans had obviously regarded Song Xi as a meal on their plate, teasing and laughing and discussing who gets on and who gets off, and who goes first and who goes behind, with obscenities coming out of their mouths one after another.

Song Xi carefully explored the surrounding routes, and suddenly the basket in his hand shook slightly, and his white, furry head poked out from the basket, grasping the mouth of the basket with two claws, and yelled at the gangsters aggressively: "Oh!"

Because of his cute body and movements, the uncle cat has no deterrent effect at all. The bastard with a Chinese character face even stretched his neck and leaned in front of the basket, full of surprise: "Why isn't this cat's meowing meowing meowing?"

The ending sound fell, and almost instantly, the cat uncle raised his paw, and accurately and quickly scratched the face of the Chinese-faced gangster. This time, it was fast and ruthless.

"what!"

The square-faced gangster covered his face and wailed, only feeling a sharp pain on his face, warm liquid flowed down from his face, from the end of his eyes to his cheekbones, it looked horrifying.

Grinning his teeth in pain for a while, the square-faced bastard looked sullenly at the white cat that scratched him, and smiled coldly: "I think you're tired of working!"

Song Xi raised his heart, quickly reached out and pushed the head of Uncle Cat down, and hid behind him with the basket.

Uncle Cat is injured, whether he can run or not is another matter.

The bastard with a square face stretched out his hand to him, and said forcefully, "Give me the basket, and you will suffer less."

Song Xi really wanted to blow his dog's head off with a basket, you don't do it yourself|Bitch, who took the initiative to provoke you!

Thinking, he turned sideways to cover the basket calmly, clenched the dagger in the other hand, ready to strike.

"Damn it! You don't have to drink a toast!" He spat out at Guo Zilian, rolled up his sleeves and started directly. A gangster next to him also hurriedly joined in, reaching out his hand with malicious intentions.

"Little dumb, take it easy, or it won't be important for my brother to attack you."

Song Xi was as sick as eating a fly.

The atmosphere was tense and anxious. There were three gangsters watching a show, and the other two stretched their salty pig hands and feet. Song Xi gritted his teeth tightly and hid to the side without noticing that the basket in his hand suddenly became lighter. many.

A hand reached out to his neckline, and wanted to move on, but Song Xi couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked the opponent's fatal point with his leg.

The little gangster groaned in pain while clutching his lifeblood, and the normal saline dripped down.

"Hey! Lao Jin, are you good at all!" the leader of the gangster who was watching the play folded his arms and asked aloud, and the other two couldn't help laughing.

It was a matter of a man's dignity, and the little gangster was revived with full blood in an instant, and flanked left and right with the square face.

Song Xi's scalp tightened, he was pulled by his hair and raised his head, facing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, "Little thing, quite wild?"

Guozilian stretched out his hand to pull|his pants, Song Xi couldn't help cursing a few bad words in his heart, and when he raised the dagger and was about to stab it down, a huge white shadow flashed in front of him, and he swooped and smashed Guozilian and The little bastard knocked and fell to the ground.

If you look closely, the white shadow that threw down the two gangsters looks like a white tiger, more than twice the size of an adult male. Its coat is white and shiny, and its two front paws are strong and powerful, easily crushing the gangsters to the ground. There was a beast-like roar, with bloodthirsty and powerful coercion, which made people feel fear in their hearts.

The square face didn't dare to move, it was shaking like chaff, the breath of the beast hit the top of his head, and from the angle of view, he could see the sharp teeth of the white tiger.

The leader of the gangster panicked: "Tiger... Well, how can there be a tiger here!"

Song Xisong leaned against the corner of the wall, watching the ferocious beast confront the gangster intently, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable, how did he feel, this white tiger seemed to have been seen somewhere...

Facing someone who was many times stronger than him, the gangsters instantly lost their composure, ignored their brothers, and ran away.

The white tiger was willing to let them go. After slapping the two people unconscious with his palm, he roared and chased the three people at a speed that ordinary people can't understand. I fainted violently.

Song Xi was stunned, and subconsciously picked up the basket, only to suddenly realize that there was nothing in the basket.

Wait, where did Mr. Cat go?

He subconsciously opened his mouth to call the cat, and only after hearing the familiar "ah" sound did he realize that he couldn't speak now.

When the cat didn't come, Song Xi called a white tiger instead. The white tiger looked back at him, its tail was waving in the air, and it hit the ground with a sound of wind.

Song Xi was a little uncertain, raised his finger and pointed at the basket, Mr. Cat?

Bai Hu looked at him contemptuously, and didn't really want to admit this foolish identity.

Looking at the familiar eyes, Song Xi's head was full of black lines, he was really a cat, it turned out that it was really not a cat!

Thinking of the previous image of the white tiger, the sense of danger in Song Xi's heart dissipated instantly, and all kinds of fur jumped out of his mind, making him unable to help but want to reach out and touch it.

He walked over boldly, and with Baihu's tacit consent, he fondled it several times.

Soft, so comfortable!

Thinking that it was still injured, Song Xi stopped after touching it a few times, and gestured for it to recover its cat shape first.

The white tiger stopped flicking its tail. Thinking of what happened just now, the feeling of disappointment spread in its heart, golden light appeared all over its body, and its body shrunk back to the original cat shape.

This cub is too weak.

The author has something to say: Good night~