Monster Hunting High School

What's even more pity is that the little white cat himself didn't remain proud for long.

After the black cats were frightened and fled, the female cats did retreat, but the male cats began to rub their hands again, eager to try. Their first goal is naturally to sit on a certain little white cat who can sit on the 'throne' of the cat fruit tree, which seems to be able to compete with the black cat.

Although the kitten 'suspected' is not yet an adult?

It doesn't matter, just go over and smell it and you'll know.

Anyway, a certain gangster is not here either.

So, less than a minute after the black cat fell from the cat fruit tree, the little white cat also fell down, screamed and ran away.

Jiang Xiaomao had not run very far when he heard a burst of muffled laughter coming from the bushes nearby. She looked intently and saw that it was the black cat that had escaped not long ago.

The little white cat stopped, made a sharp turn, stopped in front of the black cat, and roared ferociously: "Meow!"

The black cat turned his head, raised his paw, and waved it to show that this was not his fault and he would not bear it. But looking at his hunched shoulders and trembling whiskers, the little white cat could easily tell that the black cat was gloating about his misfortune.

Of course she couldn't tolerate this situation.

As a result, there was a sudden burst of chickens and dogs in the bushes, and dust was flying. The few dryads who were originally hiding in the bushes digging grass roots were frightened by the fighting actions of the two cats and ran away, hiding back in the oak tree next to them. In the cave.

Of course, it was said that it was a fight, but it was not possible that it actually started. It's just that out of some vague thoughts, Zheng Qing was happy to play this harmless little game with the little white cat.

Before they could fight for long, a group of cats howled in unison from the cat fruit tree not far away. Obviously, they were not blind, and they also discovered the black and white cats hiding in this corner. Pairs of yellow, green, and purple eyes stared at it, scaring the black cat, who was about to tear it apart for a while, until its hair started to explode.

"The wind is tight, pull!"

In a hurry, the black cat opened his mouth and said something, then stretched out his paw to pull the little white cat's head, and ran deep into the bushes. It seemed that he was quite frightened by the enthusiastic little female cats before.

Compared with him, the little white cat was obviously more frightened now.

what's the situation? ! Did the black cat speak human language? ! Black cats can speak human language! !

Originally, Jiang Yu was already eighty-nine percent sure that the black cat was transformed by Zheng Qing. But as soon as this sentence was spoken, the eighty-nine percent confidence suddenly dropped to less than one point.

Without him, Mundell's paradox lies there. As a witch from a large wizarding family, Jiang Yu understands the power of this wizarding law that can almost be called a 'theorem' better than anyone else.

It is impossible for a wizard to achieve the three conditions of 'free transformation of species', 'independence of will' and 'stability of magic power' at the same time. Most of the wizards who learned the art of transformation chose 'independent will' and 'free transformation of species'. Correspondingly, they also paid the price of magic stability.

When you meet a black cat for the first time, you can use certain magic potions to achieve the corresponding effect by changing the size of the black cat, but talking about it doesn't work. Because even many magical creatures with powerful magic power may not be able to master a complex language. This is a unique ability of wizards, especially those who have chosen the two conditions of 'stable magic power' and 'free transformation of species' to practice transformation.

To put it another way, the animals known to the wizarding world that can speak human language are basically schizophrenic transfiguration patients.

In the witch's impression, Zheng Qing didn't look like a psychopath.

For a time, these chaotic thoughts were running rampant in the little white cat's mind, making her dizzy and dizzy. At the same time, the pace of running with Zheng Qing also slowed down subconsciously.

The black cat jumped forward a long way, and felt something was wrong behind him. When he turned around, he found the little white cat standing stupidly not far away, in a daze.

"Why are you standing there?! Run! If you don't run, you will be caught and bred by those big cats!" the black cat shouted at the top of his lungs.

He didn't care about talking in front of a cat.

Soon, he realized - in the black cat's view, the little white cat is just a little white cat with a good smell. It is natural that he cannot understand human speech, but it is abnormal if he understands it - Then, the black cat slipped back a few steps, took out its claws, and drew some unusually abstract patterns in the mud.

Two cats ran in front with their tails between their legs, followed by a group of cats with heart-shaped eyes chasing behind them with their tails erect; then one cat fell behind and was caught by the heart-shaped eyes behind, and soon there were several more powerful cats. The strong big cat stepped forward and pinned the straggler cat under its body.

Zheng Qing didn't have as deep basic skills as Xiao Xiao, so the patterns he drew were unflattering.

Even Jiang Xiaomao, who has a human soul, can only roughly guess what he is talking about based on the pattern outlined by the black cat's claws. This made her a little embarrassed and a little unable to help laughing, and the worries in her heart also dissipated a lot.

At this moment, the bushes shook, and two disheveled wizards and witches jumped out from the dark corner. The wizard looked around in panic while adjusting his robes, and at the same time whispered: "Who is there?"

The witch said nothing, just lowering her head and playing with her hair.

As a black cat, Zheng Qing could naturally sit there and watch the performance of the two young wizards without hesitation. As he watched, he sighed in his heart, sighing that the world was deteriorating and people's hearts were not as old as before. Spring was coming. Not only were the cats getting angry, but the wizards were also starting to go into heat.

The wizard kept shouting for a long time, but naturally no one would pay attention to them. Only two cats, one white and one black, squatted under the tree not far away, looking at them with strange eyes.

The witch finally plucked up the courage and asked in a low voice: "Did you hear it wrong? Did you hear the cat's meow as a human voice?"

"Impossible! Didn't you hear it just now?" The wizard categorically denied: "There were clearly sounds like 'Run quickly' and 'Match'..."

When the black cat heard this, he immediately felt happy. Well, it turned out to be his own fault.

He couldn't help but chuckle, and then received an angry look from the little white cat.

The movement of the two cats naturally attracted the attention of the two wizards.

"Is that black cat's hair stuck?" Witches are always the most compassionate kind of wizards. Even in this embarrassing situation, they still have the heart to care about such things.

"Come on, hurry up, let's talk when we go out." The wizard dragged the witch's arm and walked out. At the same time, he comforted: "It's normal for cats to vomit hair balls... They usually lick their hair too much, and the hair is licked into their stomachs. It cannot be digested and can only be vomited out.”

Black Cat's face darkened.

You are the one licking hair! You lick your fur every day!