Miaoji's daily routine

The night was long and short, and the chicken huddled in a corner and waited, and waited, but the man did not leave his white ball.Looking at the man holding Baimaotuan, watching the man combing Baimaotuan's hair, watching the man gently put his face on Baimaotuan's body, a gray feeling suddenly appeared in the little yellow chicken's heart. Totally unfamiliar feelings.

One kind, the feeling of wanting to drive that person away, and wanting to cling to the white hairballs.

Drop by drop, this strange emotion dripped directly into my heart, silently and irresistibly.

One night, the whole night, the chick didn't find a chance to get close to Bai Maotuan again.

It was the same during the day, and the damned man didn't leave his white hairballs either.

The little chicken stubbornly hid, his eyes fixed on the small nest, even though the small eyes were sore and painful, he didn't want to take his gaze away.It's just that the sun moved slowly, and when the twilight converged, he didn't find a chance.

"Master Gigi, immediately, immediately teach Master Jiji to preside over the holy fire bath. Master Gigi, I... I am reluctant to part with Master Gigi. It's just Master Jiji... I hope Master Jiji can remember me, can, can happen by chance Come and see me in my dream. I... I will always be Master Jiji’s faithful maid.” The maid’s tears rolled down, “I have asked the leader, here, I will come to clean Lord Jiji’s yard every day, every day Prepare water, barbecue and the small dried fish that Master Jiji likes."

"Master Gigi..."

The maid carefully picked up the nest, and at this time several Mingjiao disciples also came in.They picked up the flowers next to them, as well as food and drink respectfully, and left slowly behind the maid.

The little chicken fell out of the shadows, and his slender legs couldn't bear it after standing for so long.But without any hesitation or fear, he followed directly behind the group of people.

Why do these people want to take away his white hair balls, he doesn't allow it.The white hair balls are his.

Why hasn't he been able to get close to his white-haired ball these two days, why has the white-haired ball been so quiet in other people's arms these two days?

The little yellow chicken followed step by step, thanks to his good luck.The little yellow chicken was not noticed by others.

The Mingjiao disciples were only sad about the departure of the holy cat, and they just paid attention to dedicating their own thoughts and things they prepared to the holy cat.Therefore, the little yellow chicken followed all the way to the mountain without any danger.He carefully hid himself and followed closely.

He watched as the man lowered the white fur ball and the nest to the sand.

He watched a person walk in front of the crowd, he saw... saw the person pick up the nest and put it on the wood...

"Today, we respectfully send the holy cat back to the embrace of the true God." The leader is solemn and majestic. One ride."

The leader's hand was very steady, and he threw the flaming torch onto the raft.The pile of wood that had been drenched with tung oil was instantly ignited, and the flames rushed several meters high. The fierce fire forced the leader to take a step back.

"Jiji...Thank you for saving me." The leader said softly, "This way, go well."

The white Persian cat disappeared into the fire, and soon, that once warm body would be reduced to a handful of ashes.Those green pupils that once carried humanity will never appear again.

The leader looked at the ferocious flames, "...Giji."

Suddenly, in a sad atmosphere, there was an extremely sharp and miserable cry.

The Mingjiao disciple looked up in surprise, only to see a small yellow shadow rushing into the burning fire like an arrow.

The shadow is small and weak, like a willow leaf that just blooms in spring.

The shadow was so stubborn and so stubborn that he jumped into the fire like death.

So fast, as if he was afraid that he could no longer be with the holy cat, so fast that even the leader couldn't stop him.

"Chichi..." Even though the fire was so terrifying, it scorched him so much that his whole body burst into flames.The little yellow chicken still struggled to find the white hair ball that had been burned into a fireball.

"Chichi, Chichi." The cry was gentle, with some grievances, but no trace of pain could be heard.

The little yellow chicken got close to the fireball, and tried to lean its body to the side. It hurts, it hurts, and the bones are almost burned.But he was happy so that he could be with his white-haired ball.

No matter where he goes, he has to accompany his white hair ball.

He was too weak, too weak.In the future, he will work hard, and in the future, he will protect Baimaotuantuan.

In the fire, the little yellow chicken nestled beside Jiji, its black bean-like eyes gradually closed.

At that time, among a group of cats with malicious intentions, the first thing he saw was the white fur ball, with warm and slightly surprised eyes.He rushed over at that time, and he made no mistake.Baimao Tuantuan didn't hurt him, and took him with him, protected him, and raised him.

He originally thought that he could wait in the yard so foolishly, and wait every day until the white-haired balls came back.

No matter how late it is, no matter whether the sky starts to turn white or not, as long as he waits, he can wait until the blue pupils and the white body warm up.However, this time was different, and he deeply knew that it was different.

If he doesn't follow Bai Maotuan, he will lose his world forever.

Now... Although it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but it's so good.My heart is at ease, if the white hair ball turns into a fireball, then he will also turn into a fireball, okay?

So, is it true that he can follow Bai Maotuan wherever he goes?

Could it be that when he opened his eyes again, those green pupils would still be looking at him?That white paw would still fall on his head and pat him lightly?

He will work hard, he will work hard.From now on, he wants to protect Baimaotuan, and he won't watch Baimaotuan lose all vitality like this again.

It hurts, hurts, hurts, the chick opened its small mouth and pecked at the last moment of its life.

Get angry, get angry with him, bite him, or slap him away with a paw, white hair, move it.

"Chichi..."

"Chichi..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, but in the end, his white hair ball didn't look at him again.However, as long as he can accompany Baimaotuan alone, it is such a great joy and satisfaction for him.

The fire continues to burn, devouring the beating life and the cold death.

The long-dead cat on the fire and the chick who should have lived a long way... were all burned to ashes in the end, regardless of each other.

Once upon a time, far, far away, there lived a cat.

One day, she rescued a chick.

The cat and the chick live happily ever after.

However, one day, the cat disappeared.

The chicken was gone too.

Just the empty yard, empty, empty.

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