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Black cat rises

Author: feichai
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Plant a happy tree. harvest the time/space door. A black cat relies on the story of selling happiness.

Chapter 1001 Help, I became a cat!

A black cat stands on the display.

He looked down and saw a man lying on the table.

The man was pale, without a trace of blood, and was frowning, as if he had just slept for a short time.

The black cat fell gently on the table and held out a paw.

He touched his old cheeks, still warm.

The black cat and a few light jumps came to the window sill. Looking at the rising sun outside the window, it seemed to represent his new life. He wanted to sigh, but he could not rise any sadness, and even had a little happiness.

Before becoming a cat, he was a street writer.

Write a copy of the book, and for five years, still rushing to the streets.

This time, I wrote a book with a promising fire. It was finally put on the shelves. The words on the shelves were written, but at this last minute, I wrote ten chapters to prepare for the explosion.

It's dead.

Woke up again, he has become a cat.

When he opened his eyes, he found that something was wrong.

Everything in the room was magnified a lot, the angle of view was much lower, and the two claws were raised, but it was furry and there was a pink meat pad.

This is a young, healthy and energetic body.

As a cat, you don't have to go to the code. You don't have to go to make money. If you do a cat well, sleep for 20 hours a day, and then live and dance for 4 hours, you can live very well.

The black cat stared at the outside for a long time and returned to the computer.

He moved the mouse with his small claws and opened the backstage of the writer. Although he has already hung up, he also wrote ten chapters for consideration by the previous readers.

As for the back, it is natural that there is no back.

He added a sentence in the last chapter: the author is dying, and the book is over.

After the black cat was uploaded, the last thing was done.

Call the police.

If you go back ten years ago, this is impossible.

How can a cat use the phone to call the police and yell at the phone?

Fortunately, the emergence of smart phones, so that cats can also easily play mobile phones, there are many such content online, a cat playing games, a cat with small claws to unlock the phone.

From the hardware, cats and humans are similar.

The only difference is IQ, and he is not lacking.

The black cat found the phone under the pillow, lit the screen, entered the password, and slammed into the interface.

Open the text message and enter the number, 12110. This number is the unified SMS alarm number of the Chinese public security organ.

[Help, I became a cat! ]

The black cat silently typed this line with a smile on his lips.

He silently deleted it and briefly explained the situation.

After clicking and sending, the black cat jumped out of the window sill silently. There is quite a feeling of a martial arts master. In terms of the cat's agile nature, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a light work.

ten minutes later.

Both 120 and 110 arrived at the scene.

They lifted "self" from above.

"No."

The doctor shook his head at a young policeman.

"...the time is about three hours ago."

The young policeman nodded, but his heart was a little panic.

According to the records, it is the policeman who reported himself.

Now you tell me that the street eater has been hanging for three hours.

That text message...

There are many onlookers next to them, all of them aunts and aunts.

"Hey, this guy stays up all night, his face is almost very, really... still have to sleep early."

The black cat looked at it from afar and felt that they were justified. They must sleep well in the future. It is best to sleep 24 hours a day.

...

The black cat is thinking about finding a shovel.

He didn't want to be a wild cat, the wind came in the rain.

As for the object, nature is limited to young girls.

He just thought about being a big man, a goose bump.

The black cat is about to set off to find his master.

He was suddenly picked up and broke into his arms.

The black cat smelled a familiar taste and turned to look at it.

It was a young and invincible girl, her skin was quite white, her hair was long, and she took him into her arms and said: "Really, black holes, you run around!"

Black cats, or black holes, suddenly realized.

No wonder that he is clean, but it is domestic.

In the future, my name is a black hole, yes, better than the previous XX.

The black hole was held in his arms.

He struggled to climb the shoulders of his sister.

The black hole looked up and looked at where he used to live.

He secretly said in his heart, starting today, I am a black hole.

The new cat is born and opened.

The cat has a life span of up to 20 years and is now counting down.

The black hole fell back and went into the arms of the girl.

Embracing is the most beautiful thing in the world. They are close to each other to the maximum extent, hug together in the most unprepared posture, stick together all over the body, all of them are soft, feel the body temperature that comes through the clothes, warm As in the soft sunshine of spring, the face smiles involuntarily.

The black hole feels that the whole cat is going to melt.

He returned to the same feeling as he was when he was a child.

Unparalleled peace of mind, a sleepy attack, small claws one by one, asleep and fell asleep.

He made a strange dream, an incredible dream.

In the dream, there is a small tree in the black hole.

The tree grew on his head, crystal clear.

Every branch of the tree has a few words, but it is not clear.

The black hole was awakened by the smell of food. When he woke up, he was lying in the quilt on the bed, and the sound of cooking was heard in the kitchen, which was very reassuring.

"Meal!"

The black hole jumped on the table and snorted.

There are two bowls on the table, one with a little black cat.

The black hole glanced at it. Fortunately, it was not the cat food but the food she made. It was eaten and it was delicious.

The girl was very helpless on the side. Since she had eaten it once in the black hole, the black hole never eats cat food anymore. No matter how much she asks, how to force and induce, how to teach, is ignored.

The black hole feels very happy at the moment.

He doesn't cook, he used to eat takeaways.

Health and unhealthy first, regardless of the taste is suffocating, after all, are cheap goods, the key to heavy oil and heavy salt is not good, people are very distressed.

At the moment, there is a sister who cooks for herself and is very satisfied.

Although the girl's heart was a bit distressed, it was still very fulfilling to look at the black hole to eat so sweet, and touched the head of the black hole, soft.

Just then, the black hole suddenly flashed a line of bullets in his mind.

Happiness from Luoshui, +10, +10, +10......

The black hole raised his head with some surprise, Luo Shui, is the name of this girl, happy point...

Is your own golden finger coming?

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