Stop Chasing the Sick Boss of Quick Transmigration Raiders

Chapter 397
"Master...Young Master, please stop quickly..."

"This fat cat dares to scratch me! If I don't fight back, my surname will not be Lin!" A little wolf screamed and rushed forward, and several old wolves behind couldn't persuade them, and they couldn't pull them. The expression was extremely awkward.

"Just scratch you! My name is Yuanyuan! You are the one who is as thin as a chicken!" Zhuang Ye spat at Lin Lang, his whole body was round and looked like a ball.

"Fat cat, you're dead!" Lin Lang raised his head and howled, and ran away from the guards who were in the way, trying to catch up with Zhuang Ye, so that he would know how powerful he was.

Cen Feng happened to be passing by, and when he saw this scene, he secretly hid aside, and when Zhuang Ye passed by, he slapped him to the ground with a slap.

He was a little older than the two, so he easily pushed Zhuang Ye to the ground and shouted, "Lin Lang, Lin Lang, this way!"

Before Zhuang Ye could curse, Cen Feng lowered his head and said sneakily, "Why are you running away, it's not like you can't beat him... When he comes, just scratch him, scratch your face! I'll help you!"

Zhuang Ye's eyes lit up, and he nodded hastily.

The little fox loosened his grip on him, but still had a nervous look on his face, "Hurry up, Lin Lang!"

"Here we come... oh!" As soon as he got to the front, Lin Lang was scratched by Zhuang Ye who suddenly jumped up. He was completely enraged, and he yelled and pressed Zhuang Ye under his body. The sharp teeth bared menacingly.

"It's too cloudy, this kid is too cloudy," Cen Feng fanned the flames, "I'll go to the side to watch for you, you have to take care of him."

Lin Lang nodded gratefully, continued to hold the chubby kitten under him, and tugged at his fur.

Zhuang Ye looked at Cen Feng with aggrieved expression.

Cen Feng seemed to have stumbled and happened to push Lin Lang away. Before Lin Lang could get angry, he said angrily, "You Zhuang Ye, you actually tripped me..."

Before Lin Lang could react, he was pushed back by the chubby cat's body, and a paw mercilessly scratched at his face.

"Brother Lin, take care of him! I'll watch over you..." In just a few breaths, Cen Feng disappeared without a trace, leaving only a cat and a wolf fighting back and forth in the woods.

One shouted "you fat, oily cat" and the other shouted "you malnourished wolf". The scene was so lively.

In the end, it was Lin Lang who was slightly better, and managed to pin Zhuang Ye under him with a cat's paw on his face.

"Do you still dare to scratch me!" Lin Lang said viciously, "If you scratch me again, I will spank your ass! Pull all the hair off your tail!"

Zhuang Ye turned his face away unconvinced.

"You still dare to be unconvinced?" Lin Lang grinned, "Then let's have another fight!"

"Fight a fight! Whoever is afraid of whom!"

……

Neither of them knew that Cen Feng was not far away at the moment, watching with great interest.

Stupid cat, stupid wolf... really a perfect match.

When he had seen enough, he sent a message to the cat clan and the wolf clan respectively, saying that their young master was fighting outside...

The final result was naturally that Zhuang Ye and Lin Lang were beaten several times, and then they were confined at home and grounded. Only Cen Feng was still leisurely traveling around the mountains and rivers, enjoying himself.

The grievances between the three probably started at that time...

Until many years later, Lin Lang looked at his scarred face and back again, and then at the kitten beside him who was sleeping harmlessly because of being too tired... and smiled fondly.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine, is it ever like, a young man?
　The original sentence in the last sentence should be: If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine together, it will not be the same in the end.

　　It means that even if I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and go boating on the water with delicious food and wine, I will not have the high spirits and arrogance when I was a teenager on a boat.

　　It comes from Tang Duoling, a sentimental work by Liu Guo, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)