Chapter 301 Chapter 67: Wildcat Sniffing Flowers

"That damned cat!" Wen Huanzai's daughter-in-law scolded, "It just shitted on our floor, and now it's making trouble again at a critical moment! See if I don't strangle you next time!" It seems that this cat The cat was what she had just called a wild cat. I'm going to open the door and chase away that ghostly cat.Grandpa pressed my hand and said in a low voice: "Wait a minute. Mr. Ichimogogo is coming out. If you go at this time, all our plans will be broken. Let's ignore the cat for now. Let's play by ear." I had no choice but to obey the orders and continue to hide behind the crack of the door and secretly watch what happened.

The cat walked unhurriedly to the foot of the bamboo bed, looked up at the rose on the bamboo bed, and was curious about the rose like a newborn seeing everything in the world for the first time.It raised its front paws and scratched the feet of the bamboo bed, making a piercing noise.Every step of it seems to step on our hearts, we hold our breath, and six eyes and a pair of ears behind the door are watching its every move. The things we feared inevitably happened.The cat scratched the bamboo bed and saw that there was no place to put its claws on. It arched its body, gathered its strength and jumped, and easily fell onto the bamboo bed like a fallen leaf.Its ingenuity astounds me.I sneaked a sideways glance at Grandpa, who frowned very tightly.

The cat may be puzzled, isn't this bamboo bed usually full of people who are asleep and chase me away when they see me?How did it turn into a blue rose tonight? Of course we can't see the color of the rose, but cats can definitely, because its pupils change with the intensity of light.When the light is strong, its pupils can shrink to the size of an embroidery needle; but when the light is weak, such as at night, its pupils expand to the size and roundness of a glass ball. Although there was only a blue rose on the opposite side, the cat still didn't relax its vigilance.Perhaps it is the perilous environment on the wild mountain that prompts it to be on guard everywhere.Its front and rear feet came together, and its body was extremely twisted, bowing into a semicircle.Could it also smell the rose?Just like the beggar you met today?

I can't get an answer, but apparently that ghostly wild cat is very interested in roses.It moved its head closer to the leaves of the rose, and then gradually approached the flowers.Is it smelling flowers?No, it's impossible, a cat that grows on a wild mountain will never have extraordinary curiosity about an ordinary rose, right?There are many wild flowers and weeds on the mountain, so it should not be interested in such things. So what did it smell? I looked sideways at Grandpa again, Grandpa had no time to take care of me at this time, his eyes were nailed to the wild cat like nails.He has a higher level of vigilance than the wild cat.At this time, I seemed to think that Grandpa was also a cat, but he did not come from the surrounding hills and woods, but from a more primitive and wider forest.

The cat put its face on the rose, and rubbed its face on the flower affectionately.It's over, will this damage my rose flowers?Once the rose flowers are damaged, will the Kespo ghost be affected?Will the Kespo ghost break through grandpa's confinement and escape from the rose?Will the escaped kepo ghost still be as vicious as before? Just when I was worried, the cat yelled suddenly, "Meow—" the sound was very sharp, like a needle, it was about to pierce my eardrum and penetrate into my head.Wen Huanzai's daughter-in-law trembled as if she had been electrocuted when she heard the sound, and pushed the door hard with both hands, and the rebound force pushed her back two or three steps.However, her balance was good, and after waving her hands wildly for a long time, she finally didn't fall, and then quickly but not in time covered her ears.Grandpa didn't move, but from the unblinking of his eyes, it could be seen that the sound had penetrated into his ears, but his concentration was much stronger than ours.I myself had goose bumps all over my body, surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere.

I rubbed my hands together for a moment, and then I moved my eyes to the crack of the door to see what was happening on the bamboo bed. I couldn't believe my eyes, that rose started to twitch like a child's hand again!But it's not as weak as I saw on the bus, it's showing anger at the moment!It is no longer asking for help, but holding hatred!I can see that it is angry because of the wild cat's affection, and it doesn't like the wild cat's affection.Does Rose can't stand the smell of cats, or is she worried that she will be spoiled by cats? The wild cat has never seen a flower that can move. It obviously didn't expect it. It was startled by the scene in front of it, and its arched body immediately unfolded like a spring. However, instead of rushing towards it, it retreated in panic. .

The wild cat began to mutter in its stomach, croaking and croaking non-stop.But it didn't want to leave yet, and stopped less than a foot away from the rose, staring fixedly at the rose whose petals and branches were still twitching. "Meow——" the wild cat let out a cry again, it was demonstrating to the rose, and it was not to be outdone as it specialized in shuttling through the dark night. And Rose obviously didn't want to cause more trouble, her twitching movements gradually slowed down, and finally returned to her original appearance.Maybe the rose only asks the wild cat not to dawdle next to it.

Wen Huanzai's daughter-in-law lifted her trembling steps and leaned towards the crack of the door again.I think that in normal times, any woman would be scared out of her wits when she saw this scene, but she could bear such fear for her man.Many women usually look weak, and only show extraordinary abilities when protecting their loved ones.At these times, they will be stronger than men. "Isn't Mr. Ichimokugo here yet? Why did I hear the cat meow?" Wen Huanzai in the back room couldn't bear it any longer, and asked with his rough voice as hard as he could. Grandpa didn't answer him, neither did Wen Huanzai's daughter-in-law.

Wen Huan in the back room waited for a while, and seeing that no one outside answered him, they stopped asking.He turned over and lay down on the bed, listening. The wild cats on the bamboo bed are still like stone sculptures.Our nervousness has gradually eased, but we are still worried about whether the wild cat will pounce on the rose again next time.If it becomes hostile to the rose and wantonly scratches the rose into broken branches and leaves, then it will be terrible. At this time, the wind picked up.The rose swayed with the slight evening wind.The wind came in through the crack of the door and brushed against my face.This is a lazy wind, making the person who blows it prone to drowsiness.I couldn't help but let out a long yawn.