Grandma Zhang returned home and followed A Bao to the woodshed.
The woodshed looked like it had been smashed, smashed, and robbed by robbers. My old antique furniture had been overturned and fell to the ground. I was so angry that I suddenly felt angry.
"Which bastard would do this to me?" Mrs. Zhang's temper got worse.
The dog woke up slowly, looking confused.
Song Xi walked to the fishing net and sat next to a name. There were four words "Zhang Cheng Ji Yong" written on it.
Looking at the fishing net, then at the cat, then at the name, Grandma Zhang quickly figured out the key.
I went to the room and picked up my phone, and when I opened my mouth, I cursed.
"It doesn't matter if you usually think about other things. You also have to think about one of my cats."
"Next time I see him here, I'll break his legs."
"Take care of your son." Grandma Zhang hung up the phone angrily. After thinking about it, she dialed back.
"Come here yourself and clean up the woodshed for me."
Not long after, Zhang Cheng and his son arrived at Grandma Zhang's house.
Before he even entered the door, Feizhu barked at his nephew. He also understood what happened.
Grandma Zhang came out and said, "Let him stay outside the yard and you can clean it up for me. Gangzi is not allowed to step into this yard again." Grandma Zhang put down her harsh words.
Three hours later, the woodshed was cleared.
It is neat and clean, all the old furniture has been dusted, and even the old dust on the beams has been swept away.
Looking at the newly laid thick dry straw, Song Xi suddenly felt a sense of happiness that was a blessing in disguise.
At the same time, I couldn't help but admire Grandma Zhang with admiration. I didn't expect that even though she is old, her power as a sister is still there.
Feizhu was frightened after learning the whole process.
"Fortunately, he didn't bring an anesthetic needle, otherwise you would have really been doomed this time." Feizhu continued, "In the past, dog thieves often shot the anesthetic needle from a distance, and the dog died soon after being injected with the needle.
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"My dad just doesn't want to keep a dog anymore."
"We are still too weak. Apart from having a slight advantage over cats and dogs of the same level, we are completely crushed against humans."
"We still have to find a way to open some cheats, at least to save our lives."
Song Xi was just about to ask for the golden finger, but when Feizhu took the initiative to mention it, she immediately closed her mouth and nodded wildly, for fear that he would regret it.
"You still have the foresight, boss, our lives depend on you."
Flying Pig nodded in appreciation.
Sleeping on new straw and expecting to get a golden finger, Song Xi fell into sleep.
In the dream, she was lying on a mountain of gold and silver, laughing like a duck.
Flying Pig came over and said: This is not yours, this is Abao's.
Song Xi said, "I am Ah Bao, Ah Bao is me, don't try to take them away from me." After saying that, he walked up and punched and kicked him.
But no matter how hard I hit, there was no point of focus. My hand seemed to have no bones and I couldn't exert any strength, and it seemed like I was hitting balls of air.
In the dream, she thought, if it doesn't hurt if you hit someone, it's not a dream.
The dream suddenly receded, and I woke up. Seeing the flying pig sleeping soundly, I ran away angrily and slapped his paws a few more times before falling back to sleep.
Feizhu was woken up and thought: It seems that he was stimulated by what happened during the day, and he is all sleepwalking. Forget it, let's not argue with her. We must quickly try out a way to add gold fingers.
Feizhu, who was awakened by Song Xi, was no longer sleepy. He originally wanted to return to reality immediately and continue writing this novel, and by the way, he would use a cheat to see the effect. But then he thought about it, fearing that something like that would happen again during the day.
It would be safer to go to a Taoist temple and leave your body there before returning to reality.
Otherwise, it would be bad to be like Tieguai Li. It would be better to be Tieguai Li. But if Song Xi couldn't come back, Song Xi would be in big trouble.
At this moment, Feizhu didn't realize that his dog life seemed to be a little off track.
A few days later, Song Qing came to visit.
A few days after greeting Grandma Zhang and saying that she would take Song Xi away, Grandma Zhang looked like she understands and went out to play cards again.
"No, grandma, you don't understand." Song Xi also admired her grandma's imagination.
Song Qing asked Song Xi to prepare and go to a place tomorrow.
Song Xi said that I had nothing to prepare and could leave now, so the two of them walked out.
Feizhu chased after him, told Song Qing what happened a few days ago, and said he wanted to borrow their Taoist temple.
Song Qing gave him the key to his room, and Feizhu took it without any courtesy. Later, he probably thought it was weird to have a key hanging around his neck, so he followed Song Qing to Guanli.
When Song Qing talked about the place he was going to this time, he said it was the place where the jar came from last time. Everyone was deeply impressed by the jar, but no one mentioned the name of the person involved.
Song Xi turned to look at Feizhu. Didn't you deliberately arrange all the events in one community to save the description of the environment?
Feizhu said that I have to write more places to keep the word count. This is not my style.
Song Qing talked about that person, and it seemed that he was the person from the female voice video that Song Xi and Feizhu heard last time.
He assessed that he should be able to handle this matter by himself, and he should be able to handle Song Xi with ease without fear of her becoming a burden.
Starting with a cat, Song Xi felt that he had a long way to go.
The spiritual pets of other Taoist priests have thick health and high defense, and can deal explosive damage. But now, apart from being able to kick the ball, I don't seem to have any skills that can be used.
If the opponent is a woman, even his only skill will be useless.
Song Xi looked at Feizhu expectantly.
Flying Pig: I understand! I understand!
Returning to Song Qing's room in Taoist Temple, Feizhu found a warm and quiet place to lie down.
Song Qing booked a ticket for tomorrow and will spend the night here tonight.
Originally, Song Qing wanted to arrange a separate room for Song Xi, but Song Xi was afraid of causing trouble to him. After all, if you don't wash the quilt for the guests to sleep for one night, it will probably get moldy in the winter. You have to wash the quilt, but you made a fuss all night.
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Moreover, Song Xi is a cat that runs around, just like a wild cat. A flea jumping out of his body will make the whole quilt unclean.
Song Qing asked Song Qing to find a cardboard box, lay it with straw and sleep for a night. He also said that he could take the box with him for the next few days, but Song Qing declined politely.
When we set out the next day, Flying Pig had not returned yet.
The first thing they did when they landed was that Song Qing took him to a pet shop to give him a bath and get rid of insects.
After all, if you have more contact, cleanliness and hygiene will make you feel better.
Sure enough, handsome guys are all refined boys, a slovenly guy like Feizhu, who looks like he stays at home all day without going out.
Song Xi cursed that in all the time he had been here, apart from that time when Grandma Zhang’s daughter came to take a bath, she had never seen him take the initiative to take a bath in the river.
There were a few times when he rolled into a mud pit. Thinking about that scene now, Song Xi felt that he had completely integrated into the role of Gouzi.
Or maybe he is acting in his true colors.
Song Xi thought as he licked his fur to show the difference.
