Pet King

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Zhang Zi'an got up too early. At this time, the eastern sky was just dawning. From the window of the living room on the second floor, only a few residents turned on the lights. I don't know if I got up early or returned to work late or late It is Bingzhuo night reading.

Xinghai squatted in the shimmering light entering the window and carefully lowered the cat's claws. The silver-gray eyes matched the bright stars in the sky.

"Meow ~ Richard is not teaching them to speak," it said.

"Isn't he teaching them to talk?" Zhang Zi'an didn't understand. Richard was a parody bird, and his whole body was in his mouth. If he didn't teach them to talk, what else could he do?

Xinghai shook her head first, then nodded again, "Yes, no."

"Meow ~ Xinghai doesn't understand and can't speak clearly, but Richard needs the help of Zi'an and the help of a doctor." It said in a dilemma.

"Doctor?" Zhang Zi'an froze. Is there only one doctor Xinghai knows?

"Is that the Sun Xiaomeng who often comes to the store?" He confirmed to Xinghai.

Xinghai nodded hard, "Meow ~ Doctor in white."

"That's it ..." Zhang Zi'an still didn't understand, but he wrote it down. He didn't ask further, because if he knew too much, he would be afraid of the future. For example, you know in advance that you will cross the threshold with your left foot when you go out today. When you reach the threshold, you will carefully calculate the pace to ensure that it will not change in the future-so tired to live.

He knew that Richard needed help, not only from him, but also from Sun Xiaomeng, and that was enough.

And he also knew that Richard was not content to just teach the red-faced parrot to talk, but secretly prepared to make a big news, so he still pretended not to know.

Sun Xiaomeng ... It seems that from Guo Dongyue's mention of parrot fever and pigeon feeder lungs, Sun Xiaomeng has something to do with this.

"Meow ~ That's it," Xinghai said.

"Well, I know, Xinghai to play." Zhang Zi'an suddenly smirked and said, "Should I tell you where the cat is hiding?"

"Meow! Meow! Don't listen to Xinghai! Zi'an is always fooling!" Xinghai lay on the ground, her eyes closed, and her two cat's claws closed her ears.

"Okay, I won't say anymore." Zhang Zi'an touched his nose blearily. When did Xinghai leave the inherent impression that he always played tricks? I have n’t cheated a few times in total ... Peeking a few times while hiding, is it cheating? Of course not!

"Meow ~" Xinghai opened one eye and confirmed that he didn't speak, so he quickly ran out of the living room.

Zhang Zi'an changed into sportswear and practiced boxing in the living room for a while, then stopped until he was sweating all over his body.

He took a quick shower, dried his hair, changed his clothes yesterday and threw them into the washing machine, and then came downstairs again.

Fina opened her eyes and he didn't wait for it to say, "Know, go and get your breakfast soon."

Xinghai and the beautiful short are still chasing upstairs and downstairs, and the snow lion lies on the cat's climbing frame on the lower floor and commits an idiot towards Fina's tail. Overnight, the water in the press-type teapot was about to cool down, and he was preparing to boil the old tea again for a while.

"Zi'an." Lao Cha waved his cat's claws at him.

"Master Tea, what's the matter?" He came quickly.

Lao Cha poke his beard with cat's claws, and looked at Richard and said, "Zi An, have you heard the story of" **** roar dog "?"

Zhang Zi'an thought for a while, "It seems to say that a big dog family in ancient times raised a bunch of doormen, one of them learned how to rooster, and the other was good at drilling dog holes to steal things?"

"Oh, that's right." Lao Cha nodded happily, "But we changed it to 'cat thief' here."

Zhang Zi'an listened, "Master Tea, I didn't understand ..."

Lao Cha smiled, and stretched out his cat's paw to point to Richard in the bird cage. "Chicken."

It pans the cat's claws, pointing at the snow lion who commits idiots, "cat thief."

Zhang Zi'an suddenly realized, pointing to his nose, "A big dog?"

I did n’t mention the words “big dogs”, but now I ’m digging myself!

"Cough, this ..." Lao Cha coughed a few times, then said positively: "Although Jiming Dog Pirates are derogatory in later generations, their skills are not high. If Meng Tajun had no help from Ji Ming Dog Pirates, the bones would be prematurely cold. "

Zhang Zi'an realized that Old Tea was reminding him not to despise and dismiss Richard and the Snow Lion, because they might need to use their stunts at any time.

"I see, Father Tea." He respectfully listened to the instructions.

The navigation elves have long said that the level of the elves only represents the strength of the power of faith. However, the art industry has a specialization. Specifically, a high-level elven may not be stronger than a low-level elven. When the Xieyu Bird appeared on the radar, Zhang Zi'an did flash a thought of contempt, thinking that it was just a low-level elf, even if he didn't catch it. However, his experience in the past few days made him secretly rejoice, fortunately, he captured the Xieyu Bird, otherwise he could only help Guo Dongyue's affairs.

Old tea is always like a wise elder, and mentioned to him in a timely manner.

Zhang Zi'an already knows that Richard has a set, but Snow Lion ...

Fina nodded on the top cat's climbing frame, her hanging tail swayed regularly as she breathed. The Snow Lion stared intently at Fina's tail, licking her tongue from time to time, as if forcibly restraining her desire to hug her dear.

Zhang Zi'an feels that with the presence of Fina, the Snow Lion is probably useless, it is nothing more than good at planning to steal things ~ www.readwn.com ~ he can never let it do bad things? So what can Snow Lion do besides stealing things?

Forget it, he decided not to let it go, let it be.

Meng Tajun can raise a lot of door visitors, can he not afford a few pets? Even if the Snow Lion can do nothing but sell cute and commit idiots, he will not treat it differently ... The problem is that the Snow Lion always treats him differently. He keeps talking all day long and is a stink man ...

"Smelly man! What to look at! I look at you again!" Snow Lion noticed his gaze, turned his head and stared at him fiercely, showing his paw to threaten him.

Zhang Zi'an pretended to smile mysteriously and said to him, "Don't you think there's something weird in your mouth?"

"Weird smell?" Snow Lion pouted his lips to feel the taste from his tongue, and then his face changed.

"Oh! What's this smell!" Snow Lion wrinkled with disgusted face, "What did you do while the old lady was asleep?"

"Nothing. To tell you the truth, you licked the blanket in your dream in the morning."

"Hair ... blanket ..." Snow Lion pouted, and the tongue's barbs did have some tiny fluffs, and judging from the taste, it was not the same kind of hair, but the bitterness of the artificial fabric.

"Don't you dare to wake up your aging mother, and look for your account after seeing my aging mother!" It ignored other things, and jumped off the cat climbing frame, and plunged into the basin to gargle.

In the bird cage, Richard and the two red-faced parrots were silent.

Xiao Zi and Pea Huang stared at him alertly, and found that he was not threatening, and combed their feathers with their beaks.

Richard suddenly opened his wings and said in his original voice: "Grey, I'm grey."

Xiao Zi and Pea Huang stared at it for a while, and said in a husky voice that could barely distinguish: "Gray ..."