Anyone who hears that a cat is chasing a mouse for a long distance will subconsciously judge that the cat has bad intentions towards the mouse. This has nothing to do with morals and ethics, but is simply a judgment based on instinct and logic.
Hearing Dingdang Er's questioning, Black Cat looked away in embarrassment and wandered away for a few seconds before coming up with another way to change the subject: "What you said is really interesting, hahaha... By the way, you are
How did you find me? Is it some kind of mouse magic?"
Although he was not a professional mousecatcher, Zheng Qing was relatively confident in his ability to conceal his whereabouts. Especially since he had to pay the price for this with a low-quality talisman.
There is no reason that a little mouse can easily see through the magical effect of the talisman!
Dingdang Ears did not immediately pay attention to the young public-funded student. Instead, he inserted the slender branch that he had just taken out from his crotch into the soil at the entrance of the tree hole, letting the black cylinder rush toward the sky diagonally, and then raised his paw
He reached into his crotch and started to feel it, looking very skillful.
While digging around, it said to the black cat in a disdainful tone: "How did I find you? What a joke... Do I still need to use magic to find you?"
"Just those two red eyes of yours can blind me even across a square. How can any cat run around stalking you with eyes so wide open like yours...as if you are afraid of others?"
It’s like you can’t see it!”
The black cat lowered his eyelids silently.
Yes, he forgot that his eyes are a little abnormal now - maybe next time he transforms, he should try wearing sunglasses and transform together? The young public-funded student vaguely remembers that in Harry Potter, Professor McGonagall transforms
, there is a circle of markings around the eyes that looks like glasses. Logically speaking, that book once won the Wizards Union's documentary literature award. Maybe this small detail has not been modified by the censors, and is still valid in this world.
Thinking of this, Black Cat finally cheered up and began to face Dingdang Ears' doubts again.
"I didn't follow!...This is all a misunderstanding!"
Faced with Dingdang Ears' doubts, Black Cat naturally refused to admit his behavior and repeatedly emphasized that it was all just a coincidence.
"Hateever..." Dingdang Ears shrugged, and finally took out a small black stone and a smooth piece of iron about the size of a fingernail from under his crotch.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Mr. Mouse grabbed the small black stone and smashed it on the small piece of iron, creating a stream of golden sparks. Only then did Zheng Qing suddenly realize that the stone the Mouse took out was flint. And soon, he knew
This piece of flint is useful.
The golden sparks drew a beautiful arc under the inertia, and finally landed on the black cylinder as thick as a finger. In the blink of an eye, a wisp of green smoke rose from the black cylinder, and then,
There is also the sound of the sizzling lead burning.
"What the hell?! What did you light?" Black Cat subconsciously took a few steps back and stared warily at the cylinder where the smoke was getting thicker and thicker.
"I told you, it's a risk warning product!" Dingdang covered his ears and retracted into the tree hole with a swish.
"That's not the name you just said!" Listening to the mouse's explanation, the black cat suddenly felt that there were countless holes in his heart, and he wanted to spit it out but had nowhere to spit it out.
"call out……"
The orange-red fireworks, accompanied by a loud whistle, flashed past the black cat's eyes and shot straight into the sky - no, the firecracker did not reach the sky, but was caught by the branches of the big banyan tree above the black cat's head.
Ya was blocked.
"Snapped……"
The explosion that should have been clear and loud became low and dull under the suppression of the branches, as if someone was holding a pot lid to cover the sound of the explosion.
Before the black cat had time to laugh at Dingdang's ears and set off a firework of failure, an unexpected noise rippled above his head.
"Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Pee!" "Quack!" "Goo!"
A variety of birds chirped loudly above Zheng Qing's head, as if they were holding a grand concert. But the black cat who heard the sound had no desire to appreciate it at this time, and only felt a numbness in his scalp.
If there is any animal in this school that Zheng Qing fears the most, then apart from the octopus in Shushan Hall, there are only these 'little birds' that live in the woods of the school - other animals,
Whether it was the little pets in the petting zoo, the tortoises or buffaloes on the shores of Linzhong Lake, or the old dog named May raised by Verne, the black cat felt that there was no pressure to deal with them.
It's nothing more than getting a little bigger, or becoming a little bigger.
But these little birds are different.
Different from the 'scientific method of distinguishing birds' that Zheng Qing learned more than ten years ago, when wizards study the birds of the magical world, they not only have to distinguish the differences between their natural races, but also need to patiently analyze their 'genealogy' -
-For example, determining whether there are brothers-in-law between different birds, whether they are collateral relatives beyond five generations, whether there are any godly relatives, sworn brothers, etc.
As far as the public-funded students know, the group of parrots guarding the front lobby on the first floor of the Jiuyou Academy office building have a group of mynas as their cousins, and they are also related to a group of wild birds that love to dance and compete for food in the Silent Forest.
As the saying goes, 'Brothers fight, father and son go into battle.' When these birds in the academy cause trouble, they like to swarm you. They overwhelm quality with quantity. Even if you can't defeat them, they will hover over you noisily all day long, or leave a few behind.
Soak in warm, greasy 'bombs' - for this kind of creature with a short rectum, bird poop is the sharpest weapon besides claws and sharp beaks.
It's simply more troublesome than a hornet's nest.
Right now, Zheng Qing is encountering such trouble.
After Dingdang's ears noticed the power of the firecracker, he laughed shrilly twice, then shrank his head and completely disappeared into the tree hole under the big banyan tree. Before running away, he pulled it seriously.
Pull the bark on the left and right sides of the tree hole to re-cover the newly opened tree hole.
The black cat cursed Ma Maipi in his heart, then ran back.
It's just that no matter how fast he runs, he can't compare to the effort of those birds flapping their wings. This is another reason why black cats hate birds - if you can't hit them, you can't run away. Those little birds
One flies higher than the other, and even if they jump from the wall or the top of a tree, they may not be able to hit them; and they fly in the sky, with a wide field of vision, and the black cats on the ground cannot escape them no matter how flexible they are.
monitor.
Fortunately, it was getting late now, and Zheng Qing was covered in black fur, which served as a good cover for his retreat.
But even so, when he returned to the dormitory, his originally clean black hair was still stained with a few pieces of wet and steaming bird droppings.
This chapter has been completed!