Lu Xiaofeng's colleagues: Ximen cat

"Don't move, cat, don't move."

The tray was swinging so much fun, the cat was dangling on top of it intentionally, butler Mei managed to stabilize the tray, turned around and was shaken by it again, causing the girl beside her to smile coquettishly.

"Maomao, if you don't obey me again, you will only eat steamed crucian carp in a short time, and don't even think about frying small loach."

"Meow!" Maomao meowed obediently.Sitting at attention, not only the little paws are placed neatly, but also the big fluffy tail is put down obediently, coiled around his body, raised his head, and looked at Butler Mei innocently: "Maomao is very good."

Its appearance even made the girl beside it tremble with laughter.

Steward Mei let out a dry cough, carefully turned the weight, and after carefully identifying the crosshairs, announced: "One, two, nine, three cents!"

The girl said happily: "It's too heavy, ten days ago it was called two points!"

"But I weighed it on an empty stomach ten days ago... Well, cat, did you sneak in the kitchen just now?"

"Meow!" Maomao yelled innocently, Maomao is so obedient, how could she eat it secretly?

"Ah, when I went to the kitchen just now, it was drinking goat's milk!"

"The cat is not good."

"Meow!" Maomao was dissatisfied, obviously the aunt in the kitchen gave it to him, how could he steal it?

"Why doesn't it always grow? The kitten next door to our house has grown so big in four months, and the cat has been here for more than five months..."

Mao Mao was dissatisfied, and when she raised her head, she saw two familiar mustaches. She let out a meow, and threw herself into her arms.

Lu Xiaofeng reached out to catch it: "Little fox, do you still remember me?"

"Meow meow!"

"Okay, you are a cat! Your current name is Maomao?"

"Meow!"

"Okay, cat."

"Meow."

"Cat, where is your master?"

"Meow meow meow……"

This time Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand, so Steward Mei said, "Daxia Lu, the owner has just finished practicing the sword and is currently taking a bath. How about Daxia Lu, please come in and sit for a while?"

Ximen Chuuxue doesn't have many friends, and Lu Xiaofeng is the best among them, so every time he comes, he always has the best hospitality, such as this moment.

He was lying on the blue wicker chair, drinking the blue wine and smelling the fragrant flowers... It would have been better if there was no little white fox in his arms.

That's right, Mao Mao was lying in his arms at the moment, to be precise, he was pressing her tightly in his arms with his hands.

"Meow meow!" Maomao struggled desperately under his palm.

"Maomao, I don't want to grab you like this. If you promise not to scratch my beard, I'll let you go, okay?"

"Meow!" Maomao agreed very readily.

Lu Xiaofeng let go, and Mao Mao obediently lay on his chest, staring at his mouth without blinking.

Lu Xiaofeng drank a glass of fine wine, pursed his lips slightly, and hadn't even marveled at the taste of the fine wine, Mao Mao's four paws worked hard together, jumped up half a foot and rushed forward, biting down in one bite.

"I'm crazy, I'm crazy to believe what a cat says. Well, yes, you just barked and didn't promise me anything, right?" Lu Xiaofeng let it toss on his mouth helplessly, It tried hard to hold up its own beard with its two fleshy little claws, but when it found that it couldn't do it, it just used its small mouth to bite.

"Okay, okay, let you play, you will always get tired of playing, right?"

Maomao will naturally get tired of playing, if he keeps his face motionless, don't laugh and don't talk, Maomao will definitely get tired of it soon, but unfortunately, Lu Xiaofeng is just a person who likes to laugh and talk, Even when he is alone, he can't be idle, so the two mustaches that move around in a strange way make Maomao very excited. You know, it is a cat that can even play with a frog for half a day.What's more, Lu Xiaofeng not only had to laugh and talk, but he also had to drink. Every time he drank, he would take Mao Mao away. As a result, Mao Mao, who couldn't enjoy himself, became more and more obsessed with his mustache.

If Mao Mao was alone, Lu Xiaofeng had plenty of ways to deal with it, to drive him away, knock him out, get him drunk...get drunk...

So when Ximen Chuixue learned that Lu Xiaofeng was coming, what he saw was not Lu Xiaofeng who was leisurely lying on the couch drinking, but Lu Xiaofeng who was squatting on the ground beating his chest and stomping his feet.

Lu Xiaofeng went mad again?

"Ximen, Ximen, I really should let those people who always call me a drunk cat see what a real drunk cat looks like... Hahaha!"

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "Are you bored to this point?" Bored enough to get a cat (fox?) drunk to see what a drunk cat is?

Lu Xiaofeng's laughter stopped abruptly: "You are always so boring."

In front of Maomao's eyes was the ground shaking from side to side, which turned out to be like this.Mao Mao Fan stared in confusion.

It seems to be the voice of the master.

"Meow! Meow..." Maomao's voice was weak and sad.

The cat is so uncomfortable, master.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the lively and mischievous cat in the past, with circles in his eyes, looking for him with his head tilted.Well... there, see.

Mao Mao stepped forward with her right front leg very carefully, but her left front leg, which had not received the order, followed suit.

"Meow!" Mao Mao's chin landed on the ground.

He wailed twice, got up unsteadily again, and took another step. This time, the left front foot and the back foot were about to start walking in unison. As soon as he lifted it up, the car overturned.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed loudly: "I always thought that four legs would always be more stable than two legs, so it wasn't always the case, after getting drunk, it turned out that the more legs you have, the easier it is to fall... Hahaha I don’t think Mao Mao has ever fallen so much in his life.”

Mao Mao ignored him, and Ximen Chuuxue ignored him.

Maomao moved towards its owner wholeheartedly, Ximen Chuuxue was watching Maomao wrestling.Lu Xiaofeng's saying is not wrong, as expected, the more legs you have, the easier it is to fall, almost every time you take a step, you will be tripped by yourself, moved less than three inches to Ximen Chuuxue, and fell five times, even the big one The tail also came out to make trouble, and it could trip over either the front, back, left, or right legs.

When Maomao fell for the sixth time, it didn't fall on the hard floor, but fell into the cool palm of its owner.

Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "Since you are so good at finding fun, you can find it yourself, I won't accompany you."

He walked away with the cat in his arms.

"Hey! Hey, hey!" Lu Xiaofeng, who was left behind, complained in a low voice: "Isn't it just getting your cat drunk! As for it?"

……

People in the martial arts world, while gaining great power, also lost their peaceful lives. Most people in the martial arts world are vigilant, especially for a top swordsman like Ximen Chuuxue.

But Ximen Chuuxue, who woke up in the middle of the night, felt as if he was in a dream.

He still clearly remembered that the drunk cat before going to bed still stumbled onto him, and fell asleep after sleeping on his arm.He also never believed that someone could invade him three feet away without being noticed by him.

But now, who is this sweet and naked boy sleeping in his arms?Where did the cat go?

Before thinking of all this, his long sword was already resting on that snow-white and delicate neck, and the long sword parted his messy hair, calm and indifferent like Ximen Chuuxue, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of amazement.A small face the size of a palm, a small and delicate chin, and delicate facial features that are difficult to describe and draw, as if they were carved by the gods with his ingenious workmanship.The skin is crystal clear and almost transparent, so light and thin that it will melt away with just one breath.The long black hair was as smooth as silk, messily scattered on the snow-white skin, showing infinite charm.

If Lu Xiaofeng encountered such a thing, he might be very proud of his love affair, and he would embrace him in his arms to comfort him, but it's a pity that Ximen Chuuxue will never become Lu Xiaofeng.

Pressed against the delicate neck by the cold sword edge, the young man finally woke up, his slender eyelashes trembled a few times, and slowly opened, revealing his dark eyes filled with mist, staring at the things on his neck in bewilderment.

Ximen Chuixue turned his sword, the blade was tightly pressed against the young man's neck, bloodshot eyes were drawn, his eyes were dazed, murderous, and he said coldly, "Who are you?"

The boy blinked, and seemed to be a little more awake. He saw the sharp knife on his neck, and subconsciously stretched out his clove tongue and licked it.

In the brocade tent, the naked and stunning young man sticks out his tongue to lick the sharp knife on his neck. This is such a seductive and seductive scene, but he made it so natural and naive.

This behavior of subconsciously licking anything close to the body without hesitation made Ximen Chuuxue inexplicably familiar, so he quickly moved the long sword away so as not to cut off the boy's tongue: "Cat cat?"

The boy who received the order squatted up immediately,

A pair of snowy little hands were placed in front of her knees, she raised her head, her dark eyes looked at Ximen Chuuxue almost piously: "Huh?"

The young man's voice was as meaningful as poetry, as mellow as wine, and lingering between his lips and teeth, it was endlessly evocative. At this moment, it was even more languid and lethargic.

Although this stunning young man behaves very much like a cat, and even though Mao Mao has always understood human nature, he really doesn't look like a cat or a fox, but Ximen Chuuxue has always laughed off the supernatural, so naturally he will not easily believe that he is really a cat Cat, just how to explain how he climbed into his bed, even lying on his body?Since he woke up, the only one who can approach him at night without alerting him is the cat.

Frowning, he tore off a white robe from the side and still put it on him: "Put on your clothes."

"No!" Maomao swept the clothes aside and pouted: "Cats don't wear clothes! Dogs only wear clothes!"

Cats don't wear clothes, dogs wear clothes... dogs wear clothes!

Ximen Chuuxue only felt the veins throbbing in his forehead. How many years had he not been so angry that he almost lost his mind?

Fortunately, Mao Mao is not so stupid. It means that in the community, dogs will wear colorful vests. After finding a reason, he still said confidently: "Cats don't wear clothes, cats have fur!"

Ximen Chuuxue felt that he had exhausted all his patience in this life, and said coldly, "Where's your fur?"

Mao Mao grabbed a handful of long hair from her lap and held it up to show him: "Maomao's fur."

Ximen Chuuxue said word by word, "This is hair."

Maomao stared at Ximen Fuxue's hair for a while, then looked at the things in his hand, blinked: "It's hair... where is Maomao's fur?"

He stretched out his hand to touch from his back, looking for his own hair, the place where he started was slippery, not even a single pore was found, where did the hair come from?He slid his hand down his back, and a big fluffy snow-white tail stretched out along his hand. Maomao wagged its tail triumphantly, stretched it into his arms to hug her, and held it up to Ximen Chuixue: "Maomao Mao!"