mysterious forerunner

Chapter 172 Cat and Dog War
"Make a price, I want all these little pieces of meat."

Team Leader Zhang showed a very embarrassed look on his face: "This thing may be worthless to ordinary people, but to practitioners... it is worth a thousand dollars."

Tan Beixiang looked at him speechlessly. Team Leader Zhang, who was still a human just now, had already grown a pair of invisible horns on his head.

Tan Beixiang walked aside and called his elder brother.

Tan Beiliu couldn't resist his sister's coquettish behavior and immediately called Zhang Qingxiang: "Team Leader Zhang, you are not kind..."

Zhang Qingxiang did not regard the brother and sister as a traitor, and admitted frankly: "Brother Tan, that kind of meat comes from the fifth-level mystery. There is really no way to give it to you for free, and the amount you want is not small.

But I definitely don’t mean to trick you. The only way I can think of to control cotton is this.

After all...you don't intend to let your sister become a [Summoner] prematurely. "

Zhang Qingxiang did not deny it, and readily admitted that he wanted to continue doing business with his big customer, so he took out the fifth-level mysterious meat cubes.

But Zhang Qingxiang also made the causal relationship clear: Tan Beixiang wanted to control cotton, so he came up with the idea.

Zhang Qingxiang and the secret case team will definitely make some profits from the next transaction, but they are definitely not setting up a trap specifically to deceive the family.

And the choice of whether to buy or not is indeed on the Tan family's side. The biggest disadvantage of not buying it is that the cotton is not very obedient.

Tan Beiliu no longer complained about Zhang Qingxiang, but instead complained about his parents: "Oh, they feel they owe my sister, why should I make up for this girl everywhere..."

But complaining is a complaint. He also loves his sister very much. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "How much of that meat is left? I want it all. Please give me a price."

Zhang Qingxiang smiled bitterly: "I know you are rich, but this is not how the secret spirits are raised..."

For a moment, Zhang Qingxiang wanted to think of several "Mystery Spirit Breeding Manual", "Mystery Spirit Taming Precautions", and "Family Treatment Methods for Common Illnesses of Mysterious Spirits" to sell to these rich people.

But the secret spirit food has already been sold, so it would be really unkind to do this again.

You can't cut a radish from both ends.

“In addition to high-level mysterious flesh and blood, some of the secret items rewarded in mysterious scenes are specially for the mysterious spirits.

These are of great help to the growth of secret spirits.

But these are elixirs rather than staple food for the secret spirits.

The daily diet of the secret spirits is no different from the past, um..." Zhang Qingxiang pondered for a moment: "If you want to start with the daily diet, then the meals prepared by the [chefs] in our agency canteen can improve their strength over time, but the cotton may not be big. Willing to eat. "

Tan Beiliu said forcefully: "It must be eaten! Before my sister became a professional, Mian Mian was her personal bodyguard!

So the stronger the cotton, the better.

In this way, you give me a complete plan, how much of the... elixir you say is most suitable to be taken every month, plus three meals a day in your agency canteen, and you give me a quotation. "

Zhang Qingxiang estimated the quality of the cotton and said: "Five kilograms of high-level mysterious flesh and blood per month is most suitable, and at least five kinds of secret grains will be randomly added.

As for the three meals a day in the agency canteen, I really can't do anything. I can only try my best to persuade Mian. If it refuses to eat, there is nothing I can do.

Even if you starve it, it will sneak out and find something to eat.

You also know that Cotton is so beautiful and cute, if it really runs out, it doesn't even need to use the power of the secret spirit. There must be countless cat slaves wailing and feeding. "

Tan Beiliu sighed helplessly on the phone: "Just do your best."

Zhang Qingxiang estimated the price and said: "In this case, the monthly food expenses will be 400,000."

Tan Beiliu was not too embarrassed: "Okay."

From Zhang Qingxiang's perspective, it's actually not expensive.

You know, it costs 400,000 to use [Ghost Money Shell] once.

Zhang Qingxiang hung up the phone, and Tan Beixiang looked at him eagerly.

Zhang Qingxiang smiled and nodded: "I'll pack five kilograms for you later..." Tan Beixiang was about to cheer, but Zhang Qingxiang made a calm gesture: "You can't feed it too much at one time. The size just now can't exceed ten a day. .”

There is currently no suitable secret food. When the agents encounter it in a mysterious scene, Zhang Qingxiang will buy it and give it to her.

"Shuangjie, go find Deng Wanhong and bring over a bowl of lunch leftovers."

Peng Shuangjie came back with a bowl of leftover rice, and Zhang Qingxiang took it and placed it in front of Mian Qian.

Cotton looked disgusted.

What about fooling the cat? Leftovers?
Do you have to avoid me if you fool the cat?

Don’t eat it, definitely don’t eat it!
I want to eat meat!
Zhang Qingxiang pushed the bowl in front of it, and the cotton took one step back; pushed it again, and took another step back.

Zhang Qingxiang secretly sighed: Sure enough, people don’t like to eat it, how can cats like it?
It can be said responsibly that in China, the food safety environment for pets is far better than that for humans.

Zhang Qingxiang was about to give up, when a gray shadow swooped up from the side, a huge dog head, and with a loud sound, he put his mouth into the bowl and started to show off with his huffing and puffing.

After a few mouthfuls, a bowl of rice was almost gone.

It's Xiao Hui.

"Meow-" Cotton was furious. This bitch not only stole my slave's heart, but also dared to steal my food?

Whether I eat it or not, it's all mine!

Cotton raised a front paw, and Bang Bang launched an afterimage cat punch!
Xiao Hui performed a set of dodges - Zhang Qingxiang almost suspected that he had been deceived. This was a technical move in boxing!

Xiao Hui is quite professional. Cotton's claws seemed to hit each time, but in fact, each stroke was grazing Xiao Hui's dog's head.

Shi Fangjie was stunned in the distance. He was a boxing enthusiast. He practiced boxing because he felt that his personality was a bit shy and cowardly, and he wanted to become more confident and tough.

He often watches boxing matches on his tablet computer. Xiao Hui walks in the yard when he has nothing to do. Sometimes he goes into the office and lies next to him. He casually strokes the dog and watches together.

"I haven't learned it yet. Xiao Hui is already self-taught?"

Xiao Hui quickly ate up the remaining rice in the bowl while dodging the Maomao punch. Then he jumped eight meters away, wagging his tail triumphantly, and barked twice at the cotton.

"Meow!" Mian Mian wanted to chase, but Zhang Qingxiang held him down: "I'll get it for you again, don't fight..."

The second bowl was brought, with the cotton guarding the bowl and keeping a tight guard against Xiao Hui, and then he ate it quickly.

Everyone was speechless for a while, and Tan Beixiang was also a little doubtful: "Is it delicious?"

I obviously tried it at noon, and it was super unpalatable.

Xiao Hui was jumping around anxiously, barking and barking, and often stretched the dog's head to the edge of the bowl - only to be forced back by Cotton's sharp claws.

Feng Lintong was also confused. He quietly approached Yanei and whispered: "Xiao Hui doesn't seem to be pretending..."

"I really want to eat it."

The two of them frowned at the same time: Could it be that... Deng Wanhong is a pet chef who has never been seen in a thousand years?
"You go find some leftovers and give them to Xiao Hui."

"Okay." Feng Lintong agreed and went, and soon Deng Wanhong came in cursing. Maybe because most of them had big faces and "thick necks", the cooks had loud voices and were full of anger: "What are you doing?"

"While we were eating, everyone looked sad, as if I had given you poison!"

"It's been an hour since we finished eating, and we keep coming here asking for leftovers?"

"What do you mean, are you playing with people?"

Deng Wanhong threw up a small stainless steel basin in his hand: "That's it. If you want to eat, you can only wait until night."

Xiao Hui drew an afterimage and rushed to the stainless steel basin first.

First, he protected the basin with four paws, and then barked twice toward the kennel.

The other four big dogs heard the "King's" order and rushed out one after another to guard the King.

Xiao Hui then began to eat with confidence.

Cotton had already finished his bowl, and in the typical hunting posture of a cat, he quietly approached and swam around Xiao Hui.

"Meow!"

One cat and four dogs instantly became a ball, and the ground was covered with fur...

Deng Wanhong was stunned and very excited at first: "They are fighting to the death to eat the food I cooked!"

But soon I felt...it didn't seem to be a very glorious thing.

Generally, when people ridicule someone for their poor cooking skills, they will say, "No dog will eat it."

This is of course extremely humiliating.

But if you change your tune and say "all dogs eat it"...that's not a compliment, right?

After all, the four big dogs were not secret spirits and failed to stop Mian Qian. But Xiao Hui's strength is definitely better than that of Cotton. After Cotton broke through the outer defense line, he failed to get any benefits from Xiao Hui's hands.

One cat and five dogs were all injured. The wounds were not deep and would heal quickly.

Zhang Qingxiang took action and suppressed them all.

"Miss Tan, take the cotton back quickly." Zhang Qingxiang said with a wry smile.

Tan Beixiang was still in a dazed state, so she agreed and quickly coaxed Cotton into the cage with a piece of meat and took him away.

On the way back in the car, Tan Beixiang still found it unbelievable. She picked up the cage and asked Mian Qian: "Is the leftover food really that delicious?"

"Meow!" Mian Mian said righteously: It's not just because of the food, I just can't stand that dog!
"Oh..." Tan Beixiang agreed, and then said: "Then we won't come tomorrow. My brother said he paid for your food in their cafeteria, and the money was wasted."

"Meow!?" Cotton's turquoise cat eyes stared fiercely, and his beard trembled, saying: This is not okay, we can't lose money. We spent money and we must get it back!
Tan Beixiang looked at it doubtfully, and the kitten felt guilty for a while.

Tan Beixiang asked: "Tell me honestly, do you really like to eat?"

"My brother said that the food was very good for your growth, so he took advantage of it and spent a lot of money on it."

"If you like to eat, I will have to bring you here every day, which will take up a lot of my time."

"It's best not to come. I really don't want to run three times a day."

The kitten's eyes were darting around, and Tan Beixiang took out another piece of meat: "If you don't tell the truth, there won't be any of these snacks in the future..."

The cotton paws quickly poked out of the cage, snatched the pieces of meat and chewed them in their mouths, their two fleshy little cheeks bulging.

After eating, it licked its paws and said casually: It’s better to run three times a day. Firstly, you can’t spend money in vain, and secondly, more exercise is good for your health.

I'm doing this all for your sake!

(End of this chapter)