After being released from the mental hospital, Sha Diao’s real daughter became famous

Mingli ran to the garbage dump not far away and rummaged around, and finally found a leather rope for skipping that had been broken into several sections. After retying it, he put a hinge the size of a cat's head on one end, and then followed it Put it into a dry well.

The mother cat asked the kitten to crawl into the joint, and the kitten obeyed.

Good news: The cat is trapped in a trapeze.

Bad news: It's around the neck.

【Do you understand Mingli? It is easy to slip out with just the neck collar. What if the kitten moves around halfway and slips out? Isn’t that secondary injury? ! 】

[How about you go through the screen and jump into the well to pick up the kitten? Why is there so much nonsense? 】

As the saying goes, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain.

In order to prevent the kitten's head from slipping out, Mingli quickly tightened the rope.

"Meow." Mom, is it the King of Hell who has come to claim my cat's life?

"Meow." The Bodhisattva is here to save your cat's life. Just hold on and don't move.

"Meow." Mom, I ate the dried fish secretly last time. I'm sorry, I won't dare to eat it in the next life.

"Meow." Mom forgives you.

"Meow." Also, mom, I bit the bald hair on your tail while you were sleeping.

"Meow." It was discovered early.

"Meow." Then...Mom, that lump of poop on your head was also caused by me.

"Meow." I smelled it.

"Meow." I'm sorry, mom, I was too naughty before. If I can go up there alive, I will definitely listen to you.

(If you put it this way, my mother won’t hit me when I get up there, right?)

"Meow." It's okay. Mom will forgive you. Just don't move around.

(When I get home, you will be the first one I hit. I told you hundreds of times not to play here, but you just won’t listen! If you don’t hit me, you won’t have a long memory!)

Hearing the voices of the mother and daughter, Mingli, who was pulling the rope, suddenly didn't know whether to pull up or not.

Bu La: The kitten will die.

Laba: Is the kitten worse off than dead?

Thoughts are instantaneous, and pulling a kitten is very fast.

After the kitten was pulled up, Mingli easily untied the rope around its neck. The anxious mother cat immediately came over and asked, rubbing and licking.

"Meow" Mom, I'm fine. It just fell on the haystack. Stop licking it...

(I touched the dried daddy on the haystack...)

Is "Meow" really okay?

(Why does it taste wrong?)

"Meow" it's okay, I'm fine.

To show that he was fine, the kitten jumped up and down.

"Meow" just be fine, mom is worried about you!

(Okay, okay, wait until you get home and get beaten!)

The mother cat took the kittens to thank the hostess, and a group of cats and dogs surrounding her stared at Mingli like a Bodhisattva.

(God, this twoleg is so kind)

(She is so pretty, as pretty as Xiao Cui next door)

(Touch me, touch me)

Mingli was almost unable to move her feet as she was surrounded by seven or eight cats and dogs.

[Being stunned by the cuteness of these two round jiojios]

【Hurry up and touch them! Touch it quickly! 】

[Have you ever given up drugs? 】

[You can clear the level dungeon of the Drug Rehabilitation Center without taking any damage, right? ! 】

Mingli petted a plump orange cat.

The other guys around me were furious when they saw this!

(If you touch it, touch me!)

(Why did she touch this big fat cat instead of my little beauty?)

(Touch me, touch me, touch me quickly, touch my belly, touch my tail, hey hey hey)

[I can’t even imagine how lively and cheerful I would be if I were surrounded by such a group of furries! 】

【Can you do it? No, I'll do it! (Push away) (Flick with both hands) (Dool) (Hehe)]

Mingli touched the belly of the little white cat that meowed the loudest, then rubbed it gently and praised:

"Your belly is like a piece of shit soaked in urine, three parts elastic, three parts firm and four parts fluid."

White cat: "..."

Suddenly I felt so dirty.

audience:"……"

Suddenly this white cat felt so dirty.

[I have always recognized her descriptive ability. 】

[Wait a minute, how did Mingli know that the cat fell into the well? It was hundreds of meters away, let alone she heard it]

[Could it be the script written by the program team? Deliberately throwing the cat down and letting Mingli rescue it, in order to clear her name? 】

[Although the program team is a little conscience-stricken, they are not so conscience-stricken, right? 】

[Maybe, some program teams will do anything for traffic, it’s not like there are no such examples]

The screen cuts to the live broadcast room of other guests——

Nan Zhu catches chickens everywhere on the barren mountains: when the chickens escape, he chases them, and when the chickens fly with their wings, he chases them in a series of desperate attempts.

Nan Lan was tutoring the children on their holiday homework: "How long is my sister's leg in 100? 100 meters??? Is your sister a Kuafu?"

Qi Ling'er was helping people clean the courtyard. Others looked like flowers or mist, but she was surrounded by dust.

Qi Shang was washing people's clothes. He was rubbing the winter quilt with his hands on a hot day. He was so tired that he was panting. There was no distress on the barrage, only one piece of "Brother, don't rub the quilt, rub me!" 】【The breath is so good, the breath is wonderful, the breath makes people's hearts beat (shy)】

Ming Qiang accepted the task of pretending to be a fake boyfriend in someone's online dating video, but was rejected by the other party because he didn't look good enough. Now he rushed to the next task point with a shameful face.

Gu Luo helped her aunt pick vegetables. Because the sun was very bright, she was really sweating this time.

Shen Qinggu was telling stories to the elderly in the nursing home, seemingly relaxed, but——

He read: ...Mark has been walking on thin ice in his life.

Old Man A: What donkey meat pancake?

Old Man B: What kind of egg-filled cake?

Old Man C: What, eat cake for lunch?

Old Man D: I don’t want to eat cake, I want to eat noodles.

Shen Qinggu:...

Let’s switch back to Mingli’s live broadcast room——

Under the shade of the trees, there is a gentle breeze, the benches collapse, and there are groups of cats and dogs, leisurely and leisurely.

The different painting styles on both sides form a sharp contrast.

[I feel like others are here for a mission, but Mingli is here for a beach vacation (?)]

[Haha, I’m relaxed now, I’ll have a good time with her tomorrow]

A new cat arrived, and Mingli wanted to touch it, but the cat turned away and refused.

(What kind of two-legged beast is worthy of touching me?)

Mingli took out a piece of ham sausage from nowhere, took a few bites, and left a small piece hanging in front of the cat: "Want to eat it?"

The cat master immediately downgraded his rank and became the grandson of the cat. He began to show off his cat coquettishness under her body and flatter her.

"Meow~" Grandson welcomes you, welcomes you to come to me. Grandson and grandson welcome you, wait for the wind and rain to wait for you~

Other cats and dogs also gathered around after smelling the smell.

(I eat, I eat, I eat, touch me, touch me, touch me!)

(I just took a shower yesterday, I’m clean, touch me!)

(Hehe, ham sausage, hehe)

(It smells so good, as charming as Xiao Cui next door)

There was only a small section of intestine, but there were several furry ones, and over this section of intestine, the two cats closest to Mingli started fighting among themselves.

In just three seconds, Lihua launched four attacks on Sanhua——

The first time it locked someone's throat, the second time it bit someone's hip shaft, the third time it slapped someone's eyes, and the fourth time it bit the thread on someone's tail.

"Stop fighting, don't fight anymore!"

Mingli stopped the extremely powerful Cihua and fed the remaining ham sausage to the aggrieved Sanhua. Then he took out two more ham sausages from his pocket, broke them evenly, and fed each one a little. , and gave me some water by the way.

When Mingqiang passed by, he saw this scene: Mingli was feeding ham sausage and mineral water.

Hungry and thirsty, he quickly shouted: "What are you doing?!"

The latter raised his head: "Feeding something, can't you see?"

"You actually feed such important food and water to these animals...cats and dogs?"

"I only fed you after I had eaten and drank enough. What's wrong?"

"You have eaten and drank enough, but others have not." Ming Qiang swallowed, his mouth getting drier.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"I'm thirsty, give me some water."

"If you want to drink, buy it yourself, no one will stop you."

"I am your brother!"

"It doesn't matter if you are my grandson." Mingli was speechless.

"You have developed a thick skin over the years. When Qin Shihuang had you, he didn't even need to build a city wall. Even the missiles that blocked your face couldn't penetrate it."

(The new Twolegs are so ugly)

(What are they doing? He is so loud)

(Are you arguing? He won’t let Xiangxiang Twolegs give us food)

(Why should he? I really want to give him a cat punch!)

Ming Qiang's loud shouting was like throwing a bomb in a public toilet - arousing public outrage!

A group of cats and dogs shouted at him, and Mingli was shocked by the dirty words.

Sure enough, their cuteness is all disguised.

No wonder there is a saying often circulated among cats and dogs - five minutes of pretending, fifteen years of prosperity!

Think about it, after all, you are a gangster, and your body is covered with tattoos. How many people can have a clean foundation?

Although Ming Qiang often barks at dogs, he is also afraid of real dogs barking.

He quickly took a few steps back and said with a sincere expression: "Xiao Li, what I said just now was a bit harsh, but I really think about you.

If you don't do tasks to earn points, forget about it and spend money indiscriminately. What if you run out of money? "

"Waiting to die."

"..."

Ming Qiang scolded: "Your negative thoughts are wrong. You have to work hard, otherwise you will suffer sooner or later. If you don't work hard now..."

Mingli: “Yes, yes, everything you said is right.

But there are various tastes in life, you have your own taste, and I don’t care. "

Ming Qiang: "...?"