Here Lies The Wicked

Face-to-face questioning, clothes seem to remind me of this,

Standing right in front of you.

She was like an elementary school monk who did something wrong, quietly lowering her head, like she was mistaken.

Then, walk to the shoe rack by the front door, pick up a pair of adult cotton slippers and place them right in front of you.

After placing the slippers, keep your head down and take a wrong attitude.

Even at this time, I was really fierce, I really super fierce little titty cat, saw my new master bowed his head in the wrong direction, it was like two children did bad things discovered by adults heart defect, also squatted around clothes, lowered his head, folded his ears, tail weak, drooped on the floor, a pair of mistaken attitudes.

Looking at a child in front of him, a hairy child, and looking down at the wrong side of his head, he was silent.

And some of them are laughing.

“I'm not talking about slippers... Forget it, it's too complicated to understand, take it, I didn't mean to accuse you.” Fang stretched out his hand and touched the head of the clothes, handing the courier package in his hand to the clothes.

The clothes first looked up quietly at the square, then quickly lowered his head, then looked up at the square. The correct view was that he was not angry. The two groups of light in the orbit under the mask finally flashed again, which seemed to represent a return to a happy mood.

Clothes picked up the courier package and didn't hold it, knocking it off the floor.

The clothes stayed.

Fang shook his head without a word. He forgot that when he first found his clothes, they were bullied by wild dogs, not even a wild dog could beat them.

This courier package has to be at least... um, five pounds, six pounds.

Fang Zheng was trying to help, while Xiaoniao saw the new master forgiven, he thought he was forgiven too, and immediately put his tail up in the sky. The little titty cat, like a dog arch, was wrapping the courier around the house with his head.

So,

Fang very curious!!

What are you hiding from him?

At this time, the clothes squatted down and pushed the cotton slippers on the ground, hoping to put them on, she had always understood.

Looking at the clothes, Fang can't even lift his temper.

“I will not do this in the future, I will take my own slippers...” I have not spoken the truth and my clothes are lowered as if I had done something wrong.

Fang Zheng hastily changed his mouth: “OK, OK, OK, I know best about clothes. I wear them. Can't I wear them yet? ”

There was some helplessness and a gentle touch to the head of the clothes.

Seeing Fang wearing slippers with his own eyes, the clothes only opened up again. He hugged the right leg of his attachment. The sweet little cotton padded coat looked like he was deeply afraid that Fang would get angry. He really didn't want her.

Meow ~

The little black head arched, arched, has pushed the courier package into the living room of the house, squatting beside the package, the furry little tail swinging left and right, and pressing towards the door clothes.

I can't wait for that. I can't wait to see the little paws I'm trying to lift. I think the clothes will take a few more steps, and it will have to cut the tape itself with the cat paws.

Then, the clothes came joyously, and the light in the orbit flashed violently, showing a very happy mood.

At this point, the little guy lifted his toes, lifted his arms hard, and took a pair of scissors off the bookshelf by the TV cabinet.

Then, under the urging of the little black meow, meow, click, click... scissors cut off the delivery tape and the two kids moved clumsily to open the box.

The curiosity followed, so I saw a shock...

“Clothes, I never thought you'd be like this! ”

“You've changed, you've become a cat slave!! ”

Unexpectedly, a few days ago, he had no intention of being remembered by his clothes.

In this delivery box, it's actually cat food, canned cats for pet snacks, and a cat scratch board.

But then one more thing came to mind.

“Black, can you eat cat food? ”

“And are you sure this cat gripper can stand your paws? ”

Blackie went down with this claw, but even the century-old ghost dared to bite.

I don't know, Fang is replacing it with a pair of oblique eyes like a cane. It doesn't matter if Blackie grabs the cat scratch plate with his little paws.

Rub a few hairs from time to time to make a comfortable grunt.

Then, the clothes began to open the cat food, oh, by the way, the merchant also gave a blue cat pot, the clothes poured the cat food, then black stepped on the arrogant T-tai cat toward the cat pot, and the other side looked at each other obliquely.

It fully embodies what little pride is called.

“This stuff is definitely drifting.” Fang is beginning to wonder, do we have to remind Blackie again, what is the head of the family?

And not knowing what Fang was thinking at the moment, he lowered his head and buried the furry cat face into the cat pot to eat several pieces of cat food, then raised the cat face to look at the clothes, and then lowered his head to eat cat food.

The clothes were cheerful and quiet, and I didn't feel tired of watching them, so I watched Black eat cat food.

How does Fang feel that these two little guys are communicating in the language of the Undead?

If there is a dead language in this world.

This should be the case for everyday exchanges.

Clothes: Is it good?

Black: I think so… I should eat a few more cat food to get a taste of it.

For example, I want to try it: Cat food is so delicious, can I try it too?

Blackie swallowed the tiger: Just shovel the shitty king and you'll be happy.

……

Well, Fang doesn't speak the language of the dead, so start with a diagram, and the content is all made up.

Fang squinted, some funny looking at the two little guys in front of him, then got up and went back to the bedroom.

Back to the front of the bedroom, not practiced immediately.

Instead, put down the guitar backpack and take out the ghost knife in the knife box. You can see the ghost on the ghost knife that bit the end of the handle. It was an empty storage container. At this time, the ghost eyes lit up two ghost fires.

Storage container is full.

When the evil spirits in the underworld were first killed, this condition was immediately discovered and the ghost container was fully stocked.

However, he had not studied it in depth because of the crowds of people on the outside.

Now it's almost certain that only by killing ghosts can containers be filled.

Looks like he's gonna have to look into the ghost.

After putting away the ghost knife again, it was at this time that Fangzheng's domestic smartphone prompted for new information. Picking up the phone, it was actually a message from abroad.

Fang Zheng was a glimpse, then he seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up.

Then, see him turn on the chat software, follow what's on the foreign message, add friends, and pull into a new group.

The group name is casual, the foreign exchange group in the core values of socialism.

You have successfully joined the group...

You have successfully joined the group...

You modify the group card for your friends: Straight Man of Steel... Stone Knight... Witches don't believe there are tears in this world... Flame Man...

Suit mob Guo Darsen... face brother... fake blind monk...

The group owner modified the group card for himself: I am the good man, I am Chen Chi Qi.