Pretty cats also want to save the world

Ji Xu clamped the nape of the little hairball with two fingers, lifted it up and shook it in front of his eyes, and hummed dangerously: "Brother is right here, why is Wuwu only thinking about the third child?"

The fluffy cat shakes and shakes off the tiny fluff, and its soft body shakes like a liquid.

Ji Wu was not afraid of Ji Xu's threat at all, holding the fingers in front of him, he crawled along the arm to the man's shoulder, hooked his claws on Ji Xu's hair, jumped up, and finally squatted on top of his head.

The snow-white kitten raised its paws, first coaxed Ji Xu a few words, and then commanded him downstairs with great air: "Big brother likes it too, brother quickly send me downstairs to find third brother."

These words of comfort were too perfunctory, and Mr. Xu felt that he was a bit like a tool that was thrown away after being used.

No, it was thrown away before it started to be used.

Today is a relatively large gathering of the Meow tribe, and Ji Bohu, the patriarch, is also among them, so most of the tribe present are wearing more formal dresses.

Ji Xu also wore a formal suit beforehand, and his hair was styled meticulously, but after Ji Wu's fuss, it became a mess.

Xu, with a ball of cat on his head, slowly walked down the stairs in full view, his dress was wrinkled, and his big fluffy tail hung down his face, looking a little funny.

However, the Meow people have long been accustomed to this strange phenomenon.

Ji Bohu greeted the stairs enthusiastically, and opened the seat next to him. The smiling appearance of the five big and three thick burly men seemed very unsuitable: "Ah, Wu Wu is here, here is an empty seat for you."

In most formal occasions, Yaozu will transform into human form, which makes it easier to handle affairs.

But Jiwu, a cat who has only practiced for less than 20 years, is an exception. When it is not necessary, he is more used to the prototype state, which is also beneficial to his cultivation.

Everyone knew his preferences, and specially prepared a high stool for Jiwu, and a silver plate with a hollowed-out cat was placed on the table.

"The fish airlifted from the North Pole is Wuwu's favorite species. How about a taste?" Ji Bohu took a piece of sashimi with his chopsticks and put it on the plate.

The patriarch has already moved his chopsticks, and other clansmen have also started to eat.

Jizhou sat in the third position above, all due to his status as Jiwu's "most favorite third brother".

He was able to get this envied and envied title because of Jizhou's special ability to read cat tenth level.

Jizhou can quickly judge Jiwu's thoughts from Maomao's eyes and movements, and even Jiwu can get his meaning immediately with a hum.

He picked up the sashimi slices with chopsticks also engraved with the cat logo, dipped them in the non-spicy sauce thoughtfully, and put them into the cat's open mouth.

Maomao raised its head to catch the sashimi, and began to chew it, and Fenfen's little tongue rolled out from time to time, looming.

Then Ji Wu ate a few more soft and fishy-smelling large shells, as well as a few sweet and sour fruits, before slowly licking the dessert served by the servant.

The delicate and lovely silver plate is filled with decorated cream balls, and the top is dotted with bright red plump fresh strawberries.

Maomao plunged headlong into the plate, her round face was almost buried in the cream, and she ate happily.

When he raised his head again, even the tip of his beard was covered with white cream.

The body of the little hairball is snow-white, and it is hard to see clearly when the fur is dirty. Jizhou can only find a wet towel soaked in hot water to wrap the cat completely, and rub it well in the palm of his hand to clean it.

Cum Wu arched his back, vigorously shook off the moisture on his body, and turned into a fluffy ball again, but his body still exuded a sweet and creamy smell.

After the meal, the clan started a friendly talk, focusing on Jiwu who had just returned from work.

The cat, who had just soaked the people around him, squatted on the high stool, opened his round and clear cat eyes, and innocently faced the uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters who came over.

He is a purebred Linqing lion cat, with clean and translucent blue-yellow mandarin duck eyes, with raised eyeliner at the end of the eyes, there is a very contradictory but harmonious unity of charm and purity.

Ji Wu Chengjing is only less than 20 years old. Compared with the Taoism of the Yaozu who has been doing thousands of years, his age is too young. The members of the Meow tribe regard him as a newborn baby, and they all get together. Hush and ask warmly before.

"I heard that there is a bug in this dungeon, did Wu Wu eat well in it?"

Aunt Ji Bao wore a fancy mermaid dress, stretched out her pointed fingers dyed with cardamom, and showed the tattoos behind her ears when she fiddled with her long hair.

Her body is a leopard, and she serves as the president of an important branch of the Ji family. After work, she loves to get tattoos and play disco.

Jiwu thought of the seaweed fish ball that Heiwei made for him, couldn't help but salivate, and swallowed it with a gurgle.

Ji Zhou translated: "Wu Wu said he eats very well."

Ji Bao nodded: "What do Wuwu like to eat there? I heard that the dungeon has become a small planet on its own. Go back and check its location, and send them a few small orders."

However, the words were quickly interrupted by Ji Bohu, he frowned and watched as Ji Wu was turned over by Ji Zhou's rua, and fell limp in the man's arms, with a comfortable purring sound from his throat.

"In the Bureau, don't groom Wuwu casually for outsiders. There are many bad guys outside who want to steal cats and take them home to bald."

Hearing these threatening words, Jiwu suddenly felt a chill all over his body, quickly hugged his head with his paws, and felt relieved only after touching the smooth and shiny fur.

Jizhou helped Maomao cover his ears, and looked at Jibohu with disapproval: "Don't tell him these things, he's scared."

Ji Bohu snorted heavily: "It's better to be scared, I won't be so credulous in the future, I don't know who is kidnapped."

At this time, Jiwu suddenly remembered the good things he got in the dungeon. He projected the phantom of the spiritual domain on the white wall, and his consciousness penetrated into it.

The little hair ball ran from the cotton ball to the side of the locker, and jumped to the top of the locker along the designed support point.

The snow-white cat hung upside down on the cabinet, and opened the cabinet door with its paws.

Ji Wu happily showed to the tribe: "Look at the soul fragments I collected! They look so good!"

The monotonous and clean white walls perfectly acted as a curtain. Like watching a movie, the people of the Meow tribe watched the little hair balls jumping around flexibly on the screen, and opened the cabinet door proudly and happily for them to see.

However, the figurines in the locker are not neatly placed at all. Instead, they have become messy and unrecognizable, with no exquisite workmanship at all.

Ji Bohu smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Ah, um... Actually, if you look closely, the color is still very bright."

Seeing that the tribe was stunned and did not have the surprised expressions and applauding reactions he had imagined, Ji Wu also sensed that something was wrong. Mao Mao lowered its ears, hooked its hind paws on the edge of the armrest, and looked into the cabinet with its round head.

It was incredible to see this, the lifelike Heiwei and the prince inside were all broken into dross, and the fragments of a bright green eye rolled down on the edge of the cabinet, as if staring at Jiwu.

The timid Maomao loosened its hind paws in fright, and a severe weightlessness rushed to its head. The cum crow grasped the void in vain, and then fell on the carpet.

A system was placed in mid-air, and then landed on the soft plush carpet. Cum Wu didn't feel any pain.It just hit my head in a daze.

Under the worried eyes of the clansmen, Ji Wu shook his head and wagged his tail before regaining consciousness.

Mao Mao picked up the system that was under her body, and asked anxiously: "11! What's wrong?"

Generally, the spiritual domain of the monster race is very stable, and there will be no shaking caused by the movement of the main body.

And when I first got the mermaid figure, Jiwu also gnawed, grabbed, rolled, and threw it around. The figure was extremely strong and stable, and the appearance was not damaged or faded.

Hearing Jiwu's question, 7021 burst into tears.

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