Lao Xie's hands and feet are agile, which is his skilled trade. Just like a magician, his hands are sometimes reversed and sometimes soft. His rough hands can weave this invisible giant wave in less than a few seconds.

, just waiting for you to enter the urn.

The two of us hid behind the screen wall and stared closely at the movements over there. The poor little thing thought that the hunter had gone far away, so he ran out even harder, but the harder he tried, the "immortal lock" choked him.

The tighter it gets, the Immortal Lock has become embedded in its flesh and blood, causing it to squeak in pain. Lao Xie's move is really cruel, and the people of the Bao Sect are really well-deserved for their good reputation.

However, although his mechanism was well designed, the old cat couldn't catch it and watched the time pass by. The biting wind made me shiver. Thanks to him telling me to drink some white wine in advance,

There is still some heat in the body.

"Why doesn't it come? Could it be that it has moved?" I asked Lao Xie in a low voice.

"Shhh! It's coming! It's coming! Don't make a sound!" The first thing people who suppress treasures have to practice is the power of their ears and eyes. The sounds they can hear are often not detectable by ordinary people.

I lay in the corner and peered in. There was no sound under the old mulberry tree. A dark wind rolled up the dead leaves and swirled them near the bamboo cage. There was no sign of the cat at all. But people who suppress treasures never lie.

Military information, since he mentioned it, he must have noticed something.

Maybe he had made enough noise, or the pain was too much, and the little yellow skin passed out from the pain? It actually stopped moving again, and lay motionless in the cage. Blood dripped down its hind legs all over the floor. It was probably even

I'm afraid I won't be able to live much longer if I don't die now.

Did it start to pretend to be dead again? I wondered in my heart. Oops! I understand! No wonder Lao Xie said that the black cat was coming. The little yellow cat must have noticed something strange and knew that the natural enemy was nearby. This is

He was too scared to move, so he simply pretended to be dead and tried to get away with it!

"Meow..." I heard a cat's meow in the front garden piercing the sky, like a thunderbolt from the blue. Before I saw the shadow of the old cat, I could tell how much it weighed by listening to its howl.

It's a few taels old, so it's no exaggeration to say it's a black tiger.

The little yellow skin in the bamboo cage seemed to be aware of the approaching death. The cat's meow made it tremble all over. It no longer dared to pretend to be dead. It got up from the cage and crawled out with all its strength. It didn't even care.

The wound on the hind leg was squeaking with severe pain.

Although I hate this little beast because of Meihui, after all, it still has a life, and I can't bear it in my heart, but in order to keep Meihui alive, I really can't let it out. The little yellow skin is like crazy, in the bamboo cage

It bumped wildly, and blood spattered everywhere. In the end, it used so much force that its two hind legs were strangled by the "immortal lock". This break was not a fracture, but the bones were connected to the flesh and blood.

A small hind leg was completely amputated.

What kind of fear is this? The heartbreaking pain is nothing compared to its fear of the old cat. Because it has broken two legs, it moves very slowly, using its two legs to move forward little by little.

Crawling, trying to climb out of the cage and escape.

I was puzzled, the yellow skin was so sharp, how could it not know that even if it escaped from the cage, it would not be able to survive after being so seriously injured? I suddenly thought of the TV series I watched before, during the Anti-Japanese War, knowing that the Japanese would not have enough time to raid them.
Chapter completed!