My Goddess is a Cat

The Southern Cat took off his crown.

The reason why a crown is a crown is that only the king can wear it and can take it off. If anyone else does this thing, it means a **** storm.

"Spirituality 87: Forbidden Wang Ling"

The Southern Cat sang softly, pinching the two ears of the tiger's hat with his fingers, and a cloud of unknown energy like blue liquid ran out from under the hat, still connected to the hat, surging below, as if being pinched. Balls of blue plasticine.

The body was squeezed out, the small arms and legs were squeezed out, the paws were squeezed out, the tail was squeezed out, and then Tang An saw that half of his head was a solid body...that is, the original hat, and the other parts are full of translucent blue energy. The body of a little tiger.

Nan Mao threw away the little tiger casually, and the little tiger rolled on the ground, shaking his head and standing up.

At the same time, the Black Tiger striker who also shook his head also ran in. He saw the little tiger at a glance. He rushed to the little tiger's head and scratched his paw without hesitation.

Worthy of being a black tiger striker... Tang An secretly admires, even if he is himself, even if he looks at the cute little tiger, but considering the strange and strange dangerous items left by the Nanmao, especially the blasting electric cat left behind Tang An didn't dare to act rashly because of the shadow of death. Nowhere could there be such courage as a black tiger striker.

Although the little tiger looks a little awake, he is a tiger after all. How can he be bullied by a cat who has nothing to do? Following without hesitation is also a paw.

To Tang An's expectation, this claw did not affect the Black Tiger forward, so the Black Tiger forward and the little tiger scratched each other and then fought together.

"This is the Tiger Spirit. It condensed all the power and spirit of Chong Heihu, the most powerful Tiger Spirit Clan elder at the time. After suppressing the Tiger Spirit Clan’s rebellion, we, the Cat Spirit Clan, naturally had to deal with the Chong Hei Tiger. Chong Hei Tiger made this crown, and Chong Hei Tiger's soul and consciousness were completely wiped out. Only his strength and spiritual energy were left." Nan Mao said as he looked at the tiger spirit who was fighting with the black tiger forward.

"Have you refined the Golden Tooth general at that time?" Tang An felt this evil black magic, and he wiped out the soul consciousness of the whole person at every turn. No matter how you saw it, it belonged to sorcery, black magic. The category is in the category, and thinking that I am also a general of the Golden Tooth, I can't help but feel a little bit worried.

Nan Mao seemed to be waiting for Tang An to ask this, then the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyelashes flickered, and the smile in his eyes was as noisy as the wind in winter.

"You don't refine me in the future, I promise. I am the most loyal general of the Golden Tooth in the history of the Beast Spirit Empire!" Tang An raised his hand and saluted the Southern Cat in a very standard way. Long live!"

Nan Mao couldn't help frowning. The more serious this person was, the more Nan Mao felt that he was just fooling around.

However, Nan Mao did not care about him so much, and shook his head slightly, "We did not refine the Golden Tooth General at that time. Because the Canine Clan at that time, like the Cat Spirit Clan, inherited the purest blood of the Golden Tooth King. The ethnic group, and the power of the Golden Tooth General at that time was completely comparable to that of the King, and it can be said to be comparable."

"It turns out that the Canines used to be so powerful. I always feel that the Canines are like dog legs." Tang An sighed and felt sad again. After all, he is also a Canines, and he is also the General of the Golden Tooth.

But it seems that there is a big gap... that golden tooth general must be a man of shock. What about yourself? Hey, but I was originally an ordinary earthling, and I had to feel that I was inferior to the gods in the fairy tales. Or the superhero in the superhero comics, and being depressed because of that, isn’t that crazy?

"When the General Jinya Mansion fell, this General Jinya used all his power to break through the space... When we checked the battlefield, we never found the existence of General Jinya again. He left the beast spirit. Empire, and how many of his descendants he took away when he left, there is no way to know." Nan Mao stretched out his hand and looked at one of his fingers, "Maybe it's just one. It is not easy to break through the space with the power that can burst, let alone protect the safety of the bloodline that you have taken away on the way to escape."

"This one is Sang Mengmeng?" Tang An thought of his puppies, the weak puppies back then, really felt a bit weak after the escape.

"I don't know for the time being." Nan Mao shook his head. "According to my estimation, the destination of General Jinya's escape is undoubtedly the earth. Even if the blood he brought was not Sang Mengmeng, it could also be Sang Mengmeng. Adorable ancestors... and General Golden Tooth will most likely die from exhaustion when he comes to earth, otherwise, Sang Mengmeng, as a canine clan, cannot become a little unattended and picked home by you. dog."

"It's a heart-wrenching story." Tang An was very moved by General Jinya, and as his successor, Tang An was also proud.

Nan Mao gave him a white look.

He stretched out his hand and took his hat back. The tiger spirit disappeared without a trace. The southern cat put on his hat. The black tiger forward was stunned, and jumped up to scratch the southern cat’s tiger hat. The southern cat stretched out his hand and black tiger The striker flew out of the window as if being hit by a sledge hammer in mid-air.

"Our next task is to subdue Sang Mengmeng, and at the same time determine her relationship with that generation of General Golden Tooth." Nan Mao said, pointing outside the living room.

Sang Mengmeng came in with a plate, the dinner was ready, it was time to eat.

The pasta is not sticky and smooth, but Sang Mengmeng made two sauces, one with beef tenderloin with black pepper and one with tomato sweet sauce.

Tang An eats beef tenderloin with black pepper, Nanmao eats tomato sweet sauce, and Sang Mengmeng also eats beef tenderloin with black pepper.

As for the cheese-baked pumpkin with a large plate, Sang Mengmeng took a small plate and prepared some for the black tiger forward. Basically, the black tiger forward does not have the dietary taboos of ordinary pets, and there is no food that he cannot eat.

The dinner menu is relatively small, but very delicate, coupled with the quiet lighting and the night outside the window, the atmosphere is still good, Nanmao thought about his heart, and did not care about Tang An and Sang Mengmeng eating the same sauce. Many problems can be derived.

Nanmao bit a piece of noodles and raised his head to lift it from the plate, but this noodle was quite long. Nanmao straightened his waist and neck, and still couldn't pull it out completely, so he had to use a fork. help. After eating, Nanmao felt that the pasta was really stupid.

"I'll show you this book." After wiping the sweet tomato sauce on the edge of his mouth, Nan Mao took his own yogurt, and then handed the ancient Chinese **** story to Sang Mengmeng.

Sang Mengmeng was a little strange that Nan Mao would actually read books for herself.

On the cover is a picture of the **** palace, Sang Mengmeng couldn't help but flushed, and couldn't help but glance at Tang An.

Nan Mao saw this, and Nan Mao sneered and said: "You two have already cross-racial mating this afternoon, right."

"No!" Tang An and Sang Mengmeng denied in unison.

"Sang Mengmeng, go get your bow and arrow." Nan Mao finished the yogurt and sat on the sofa in a leisurely manner.

"What are you doing?" Sang Mengmeng felt inexplicable.

Tang An looked at her unclearly. But she didn't say anything, is this Nan Mao's so-called mission that she is about to begin now?

"We Bibi archery." Nan Mao said lightly.

Sang Mengmeng was really excited when he saw the light and breezy appearance of the Southern Cat. I am really not afraid to compare this to anyone! Considering the arrogant attitude of the Nanmao that no one usually looks at, Sang Mengmeng also wants to teach the Nanmao a lesson.

After dinner, Sang Mengmeng went back to the room and took the bow and arrow, but at this time Sang Mengmeng did not underestimate the enemy... Nanmao may not be a simple little girl.

From the first sight of the Southern Cat, Sang Mengmeng felt that something was wrong, and Sang Mengmeng couldn't tell the specifics. But the intuition of girls is often more reliable than the reality seen by the eyes. The most important thing is that through communication with Tang An today, Sang Mengmeng confirmed that he is not the strangest and lonely creature in the world. With Tang An, there may also be Southern Cat.

I have never heard of Tang An having a relative like Nanmao. Combining all the things that make him feel weird, Sang Mengmeng feels that Nan Mao is likely to have a showdown with himself tonight, just like Tang An and himself did.

But Sang Mengmeng can become a puppy with Tang An or roll around without clothes, but it certainly wouldn't be the case with Nan Mao. If possible, Sang Mengmeng hopes to take off Nan Mao's skirt and shoot an arrow at her ass.

Still insist on washing dishes in the kitchen. Sang Mengmeng took two sets of bows and arrows to the living room and said confidently: "Nan Mao, how are you going to compare with me?"

Tang An has been told by the Southern Cat to watch the play next to him... So Tang An looked at Sang Mengmeng, who still changed into a white Kung Fu shirt, loose and soft, with a light body tied by a belt and legs. Slender and heroic with a long bow.

Tang An couldn't help thinking that perhaps the war scene of the Beast Spirit Empire was not the chaos of a group of cats, cats and dogs as he thought, but the words of such generals and warriors, it was also extremely eye-catching.

Looking at it, Tang An was a little surprised, and again sighed, Sang Mengmeng's figure is really good, and she looks very beautiful and lovely.

The corner of Nanmao’s eyes has been watching Tang An. This low-level method of beauty is indeed the best strategy to deal with men. In the history of humankind on earth, starting from Helen thousands of years ago, it seems that human men have been No promise, one by one is as pathetic as Long Liyu.

Nan Mao did not have the habit of suppressing his anger, frowned slowly, but still looked directly at Sang Mengmeng.

"A woman's plump chest muscles don't mean strength. I really don't understand that you deliberately tighten your waist to accentuate your chest muscles. Could this give your opponent a feeling of oppression?" Nan Mao said contemptuously.

"It doesn't mean that. The contest between women and women always starts with appearance and figure, nothing more." Sang Mengmeng said proudly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ From today's Tang An to become cute Sang Mengmeng became particularly confident when she started as a puppy.

"Superficial." Nan Mao dismissed it. "The contest is the contest. It doesn't matter between women and women, between men and men, or between men and women, only between rivals."

"Well, my opponent, how do you compare?" Sang Mengmeng pointed to another bow and arrow and said.

Nan Mao stopped talking.

"Peace is the most important thing, so stop." Tang An couldn't help adding. He really didn't care much about the relationship between Sang Mengmeng and General Jinya. He only hoped that both parties would be fine, and at the same time, he would not demolish his house. NS. (To be continued...)

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