Chapter 1556: An orange cat that can hold a ghost is a good cat.
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Why are they so afraid of the ugly duckling? ”
"Maybe they think of the ugly duckling as their totem, it's quite like it."
Amy and Barbara sat on the low wall of the small courtyard, looking at the two squats sitting on the ground not far away, and the two well-prepared grilled fish were respectfully pointed to the ugly duckling, and then humbled their foreheads. The orc on the ground, a strange dialogue.
The ugly duckling looked at the grilled fish on the plate, but did not rush to start, but extended his two front paws, and gently pressed them on the heads of the two orcs. a bit.
The two orcs looked up and looked excited and pious to the ugly ducklings and folded their hands twice before they got up and walked away happily.
"喵呜~"
The ugly duckling waited until the two orcs went far away, and then he happily bowed his head and ate the grilled fish.
"Hey, if this guy is cheating and cheating here every day, it will definitely become super fat soon, even if he grows his wings, he can't fly." Amy looked at the ugly duckling's increasingly rounded back. Road.
"Do you have a duck on the mainland that you have to fly? Do you have a weight limit? For example, ten pounds, twenty pounds or something, can you go to the table?" Barbara wondered, although she did not know How do the ducks on the moon grow up?
"Hey--" Amy’s eyes lit up. If she thought: "This is a very good way. If it grows too big, the oven may not fit in."
The ugly duckling, who was having a good time, suddenly stopped moving, and his expression turned a little horrified and turned slowly.
"Eat, you continue to eat, you have to eat a little." Amy looked innocent smile.
"feed……"
The ugly duckling had a mouth and half of the fish in his mouth fell to the ground.
It looked at the two grilled fish on the plate for a while, tangled for a while, or shook his tail and ran towards Amy, and the rounded shape of the stone paved on the ground. Smart, coming to the wall before the soul jumped, intends to jump directly into Amy's arms.
"啪嗒-"
However, the height of the leaping was only half of the height of the wall, and a face slammed into the foot of Amy, and then slowly slipped to the ground against the wall.
"Ugly duckling, do you really have no points in your own weight?" Amy looked down at the ugly duckling, but there was a smile in her face.
"The ugly duckling is too stupid..." Barbara, who was on the side, had already laughed and leaned forward, almost falling off the fence.
"喵呜~"
The ugly duckling looked up at Amy with some grievances, trying to find a sense of existence and status by selling Meng.
"What are you laughing at?" McGonagall heard the laughter coming out of the room and walked over to the wall, gently rubbing Amy to prevent her from falling, and asked with a smile.
"Hey, father, you see, ugly duckling, this idiot, after coming here, cheating and cheating every day, now it is getting fatter." Amy pointed to the ugly duckling.
"Would those people specifically give it food?" McGonagall looked at the pottery dish on the ground, which was a bit strange.
Since last night, there have been chefs who have made delicious food and sent them to the small courtyard, but they are not given to them. Instead, they are named for the ugly ducklings.
As mentioned in the information of the Grey Temple, the Fak tribe believes in the existence of an inscription phishing beast. It should be a mysterious and powerful cat family, so the Fak tribe is awesome for all cats. heart.
"I heard them call the ugly ducklings the dinosaurs, is the ugly duckling the cat of that breed?" Barbara asked.
"Do they use the peasant beast to call the ugly duckling?" McGonagall looked at Barbara a little strangely. This name is not casually screaming.
"Yes, the two chefs just called it, and after being touched by the ugly duckling, they were very happy to go." Amy nodded and said.
"The gambling beast...the orange cat... Is it a strange coincidence?" McGonagall frowned at the ugly duckling, thinking a little, turning and walking towards the courtyard door. "I am going out, you are going to swear at home."
"What do fathers do?" Amy looked at the back of Meg.
"Maybe there is something to do." Barbara shrugged and was not very interested.
Through Haman, McGonagall got a picture of the devotion of the sacred beast god. This is what the Fak tribe family has placed. It is not a very strange object. McGonagall proposed to borrow it and did not cause the sea. Man’s suspicion is that he carefully scrutinizes the precautions when handing over the images to him, and must return them to him in time.
From these details, McGonagall sees Heyman's emphasis on this image of worship, and how he respects the sacred beast gods they believe in.
McGonagall returned to the small courtyard and opened the image in the room.
In the middle of the square drawings made by the animal skin, a giant orange cat with a round body shape was painted with orange pigment. It was the kind of big orange that could be crushed and smashed. It completely gave up the management of the body and seemed to have a ball in the belly. general.
The most amazing thing is that the orange cat has a pair of white wings on the back, but the wings and the slender wings of the birds are somewhat different. He is more like two round white clouds with fat and fat. The size of the palm is more like a pair of ornaments placed behind the orange cat, which looks quite stupid.
If it weren't for this huge orange with a pair of sly eyes, there was a star-like sea in the eyes, and McGon thought that this is the big orange that ran out, and the body was tied with a reluctant pair. Small wings.
"Is this an orange cat?" McGonagall stared at the portrait for a long time, and couldn't help but swear.
He understood that the chefs would treat the ugly ducklings as gods. If this looks, except for the pair of small wings behind them, and a little more rounded, the ugly duckling is deducted from this portrait.
"This wing..." McGonagall, the ugly duckling has a pair of symmetrical white wing patterns on the back. Is it a coincidence?
Although the cat has not become a common pet in ordinary people, he has seen many cats since he came to the world. Black cats and white cats occupy the majority, gray cats and raccoon flowers have also been seen, but the orange cats that can be seen everywhere are only They have this one.
And whoever sees the ugly duckling on weekdays, can't help but look at a few more eyes, a pair of cats in this world that have this color.
"Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, it's a good cat to be able to pretend to be a ghost." McGonagall combined the portrait with a smile on his face.
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Why are they so afraid of the ugly duckling? ”
"Maybe they think of the ugly duckling as their totem, it's quite like it."
Amy and Barbara sat on the low wall of the small courtyard, looking at the two squats sitting on the ground not far away, and the two well-prepared grilled fish were respectfully pointed to the ugly duckling, and then humbled their foreheads. The orc on the ground, a strange dialogue.
The ugly duckling looked at the grilled fish on the plate, but did not rush to start, but extended his two front paws, and gently pressed them on the heads of the two orcs. a bit.
The two orcs looked up and looked excited and pious to the ugly ducklings and folded their hands twice before they got up and walked away happily.
"喵呜~"
The ugly duckling waited until the two orcs went far away, and then he happily bowed his head and ate the grilled fish.
"Hey, if this guy is cheating and cheating here every day, it will definitely become super fat soon, even if he grows his wings, he can't fly." Amy looked at the ugly duckling's increasingly rounded back. Road.
"Do you have a duck on the mainland that you have to fly? Do you have a weight limit? For example, ten pounds, twenty pounds or something, can you go to the table?" Barbara wondered, although she did not know How do the ducks on the moon grow up?
"Hey--" Amy’s eyes lit up. If she thought: "This is a very good way. If it grows too big, the oven may not fit in."
The ugly duckling, who was having a good time, suddenly stopped moving, and his expression turned a little horrified and turned slowly.
"Eat, you continue to eat, you have to eat a little." Amy looked innocent smile.
"feed……"
The ugly duckling had a mouth and half of the fish in his mouth fell to the ground.
It looked at the two grilled fish on the plate for a while, tangled for a while, or shook his tail and ran towards Amy, and the rounded shape of the stone paved on the ground. Smart, coming to the wall before the soul jumped, intends to jump directly into Amy's arms.
"啪嗒-"
However, the height of the leaping was only half of the height of the wall, and a face slammed into the foot of Amy, and then slowly slipped to the ground against the wall.
"Ugly duckling, do you really have no points in your own weight?" Amy looked down at the ugly duckling, but there was a smile in her face.
"The ugly duckling is too stupid..." Barbara, who was on the side, had already laughed and leaned forward, almost falling off the fence.
"喵呜~"
The ugly duckling looked up at Amy with some grievances, trying to find a sense of existence and status by selling Meng.
"What are you laughing at?" McGonagall heard the laughter coming out of the room and walked over to the wall, gently rubbing Amy to prevent her from falling, and asked with a smile.
"Hey, father, you see, ugly duckling, this idiot, after coming here, cheating and cheating every day, now it is getting fatter." Amy pointed to the ugly duckling.
"Would those people specifically give it food?" McGonagall looked at the pottery dish on the ground, which was a bit strange.
Since last night, there have been chefs who have made delicious food and sent them to the small courtyard, but they are not given to them. Instead, they are named for the ugly ducklings.
As mentioned in the information of the Grey Temple, the Fak tribe believes in the existence of an inscription phishing beast. It should be a mysterious and powerful cat family, so the Fak tribe is awesome for all cats. heart.
"I heard them call the ugly ducklings the dinosaurs, is the ugly duckling the cat of that breed?" Barbara asked.
"Do they use the peasant beast to call the ugly duckling?" McGonagall looked at Barbara a little strangely. This name is not casually screaming.
"Yes, the two chefs just called it, and after being touched by the ugly duckling, they were very happy to go." Amy nodded and said.
"The gambling beast...the orange cat... Is it a strange coincidence?" McGonagall frowned at the ugly duckling, thinking a little, turning and walking towards the courtyard door. "I am going out, you are going to swear at home."
"What do fathers do?" Amy looked at the back of Meg.
"Maybe there is something to do." Barbara shrugged and was not very interested.
Through Haman, McGonagall got a picture of the devotion of the sacred beast god. This is what the Fak tribe family has placed. It is not a very strange object. McGonagall proposed to borrow it and did not cause the sea. Man’s suspicion is that he carefully scrutinizes the precautions when handing over the images to him, and must return them to him in time.
From these details, McGonagall sees Heyman's emphasis on this image of worship, and how he respects the sacred beast gods they believe in.
McGonagall returned to the small courtyard and opened the image in the room.
In the middle of the square drawings made by the animal skin, a giant orange cat with a round body shape was painted with orange pigment. It was the kind of big orange that could be crushed and smashed. It completely gave up the management of the body and seemed to have a ball in the belly. general.
The most amazing thing is that the orange cat has a pair of white wings on the back, but the wings and the slender wings of the birds are somewhat different. He is more like two round white clouds with fat and fat. The size of the palm is more like a pair of ornaments placed behind the orange cat, which looks quite stupid.
If it weren't for this huge orange with a pair of sly eyes, there was a star-like sea in the eyes, and McGon thought that this is the big orange that ran out, and the body was tied with a reluctant pair. Small wings.
"Is this an orange cat?" McGonagall stared at the portrait for a long time, and couldn't help but swear.
He understood that the chefs would treat the ugly ducklings as gods. If this looks, except for the pair of small wings behind them, and a little more rounded, the ugly duckling is deducted from this portrait.
"This wing..." McGonagall, the ugly duckling has a pair of symmetrical white wing patterns on the back. Is it a coincidence?
Although the cat has not become a common pet in ordinary people, he has seen many cats since he came to the world. Black cats and white cats occupy the majority, gray cats and raccoon flowers have also been seen, but the orange cats that can be seen everywhere are only They have this one.
And whoever sees the ugly duckling on weekdays, can't help but look at a few more eyes, a pair of cats in this world that have this color.
"Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, it's a good cat to be able to pretend to be a ghost." McGonagall combined the portrait with a smile on his face.
Why are they so afraid of the ugly duckling? "Maybe they think of the ugly duckling as their totem, it's quite like it."Amy and Barbara sat on the low wall of the small courtyard, looking at the two squats sitting on the ground not far away, and the two well-prepared grilled fish were respectfully pointed to the ugly duckling, and then humbled their foreheads. The orc on the ground, a strange dialogue.The ugly duckling looked at the grilled fish on the plate, but did not rush to start, but extended his two front paws, and gently pressed them on the heads of the two orcs. a bit.The two orcs looked up and looked excited and pious to the ugly ducklings and folded their hands twice before they got up and walked away happily."~"The ugly duckling waited until the two orcs went far away, and then he happily bowed his head and ate the grilled fish."Hey, if this guy is cheating and cheating here every day, it will definitely become super fat soon, even if he grows his wings, he can't fly." Amy looked at the ugly duckling's increasingly rounded back. Road."Do you have a duck on the mainland that you have to fly? Do you have a weight limit? For example, ten pounds, twenty pounds or something, can you go to the table?" Barbara wondered, although she did not know How do the ducks on the moon grow up?"Hey--" Amy's eyes lit up. If she thought: "This is a very good way. If it grows too big, the oven may not fit in."The ugly duckling, who was having a good time, suddenly stopped moving, and his expression turned a little horrified and turned slowly."Eat, you continue to eat, you have to eat a little." Amy looked innocent smile."feed"The ugly duckling had a mouth and half of the fish in his mouth fell to the ground.It looked at the two grilled fish on the plate for a while, tangled for a while, or shook his tail and ran towards Amy, and the rounded shape of the stone paved on the ground. Smart, coming to the wall before the soul jumped, intends to jump directly into Amy's arms."-"However, the height of the leaping was only half of the height of the wall, and a face slammed into the foot of Amy, and then slowly slipped to the ground against the wall."Ugly duckling, do you really have no points in your own weight?" Amy looked down at the ugly duckling, but there was a smile in her face."The ugly duckling is too stupid..." Barbara, who was on the side, had already laughed and leaned forward, almost falling off the fence."~"The ugly duckling looked up at Amy with some grievances, trying to find a sense of existence and status by selling Meng."What are you laughing at?" McGonagall heard the laughter coming out of the room and walked over to the wall, gently rubbing Amy to prevent her from falling, and asked with a smile."Hey, father, you see, ugly duckling, this idiot, after coming here, cheating and cheating every day, now it is getting fatter." Amy pointed to the ugly duckling."Would those people specifically give it food?" McGonagall looked at the pottery dish on the ground, which was a bit strange.Since last night, there have been chefs who have made delicious food and sent them to the small courtyard, but they are not given to them. Instead, they are named for the ugly ducklings.As mentioned in the information of the Grey Temple, the Fak tribe believes in the existence of an inscription phishing beast. It should be a mysterious and powerful cat family, so the Fak tribe is awesome for all cats. heart."I heard them call the ugly ducklings the dinosaurs, is the ugly duckling the cat of that breed?" Barbara asked."Do they use the peasant beast to call the ugly duckling?" McGonagall looked at Barbara a little strangely. This name is not casually screaming."Yes, the two chefs just called it, and after being touched by the ugly duckling, they were very happy to go." Amy nodded and said."The gambling beast...the orange cat... Is it a strange coincidence?" McGonagall frowned at the ugly duckling, thinking a little, turning and walking towards the courtyard door. "I am going out, you are going to swear at home.""What do fathers do?" Amy looked at the back of Meg."Maybe there is something to do." Barbara shrugged and was not very interested.Through Haman, McGonagall got a picture of the devotion of the sacred beast god. This is what the Fak tribe family has placed. It is not a very strange object. McGonagall proposed to borrow it and did not cause the sea. Man's suspicion is that he carefully scrutinizes the precautions when handing over the images to him, and must return them to him in time.From these details, McGonagall sees Heyman's emphasis on this image of worship, and how he respects the sacred beast gods they believe in.McGonagall returned to the small courtyard and opened the image in the room.In the middle of the square drawings made by the animal skin, a giant orange cat with a round body shape was painted with orange pigment. It was the kind of big orange that could be crushed and smashed. It completely gave up the management of the body and seemed to have a ball in the belly. general.The most amazing thing is that the orange cat has a pair of white wings on the back, but the wings and the slender wings of the birds are somewhat different. He is more like two round white clouds with fat and fat. The size of the palm is more like a pair of ornaments placed behind the orange cat, which looks quite stupid.If it weren't for this huge orange with a pair of sly eyes, there was a star-like sea in the eyes, and McGon thought that this is the big orange that ran out, and the body was tied with a reluctant pair. Small wings."Is this an orange cat?" McGonagall stared at the portrait for a long time, and couldn't help but swear.He understood that the chefs would treat the ugly ducklings as gods. If this looks, except for the pair of small wings behind them, and a little more rounded, the ugly duckling is deducted from this portrait."This wing..." McGonagall, the ugly duckling has a pair of symmetrical white wing patterns on the back. Is it a coincidence?Although the cat has not become a common pet in ordinary people, he has seen many cats since he came to the world. Black cats and white cats occupy the majority, gray cats and raccoon flowers have also been seen, but the orange cats that can be seen everywhere are only They have this one.And whoever sees the ugly duckling on weekdays, can't help but look at a few more eyes, a pair of cats in this world that have this color."Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, it's a good cat to be able to pretend to be a ghost." McGonagall combined the portrait with a smile on his face.
