My Goddess is a Cat

　　 Nanmao took off his crown.

　　The reason why the crown is a crown is that only the king can wear it and can pick it off. If anyone else does this thing, it means blood and blood.

　　 "Spirituality 87: Forbidden to Break Wang Ling"

The Southern Cat sang softly, pinching the two ears of the tiger's hat with his fingers, and a cloud of unknown energy like blue liquid ran out from under the hat, still connected to the hat, surging below, as if being pinched. Balls of blue plasticine.

The body was squeezed out, the small arms and legs were squeezed out, the paws were squeezed out, the tail was squeezed out, and then Tang An saw that half of his head was a solid body...that is, the original hat, and the other parts are full of translucent blue energy. The body of a little tiger.

　　 Nanmao dropped the little tiger casually, and the little tiger rolled on the ground, shaking his head and standing up.

　　At the same time, the Black Tiger striker, who was also shaking his head, also ran in. He saw the little tiger at a glance. He rushed to the little tiger's head and scratched his paw.

Worthy of being a black tiger striker... Tang An secretly admires, even if he is himself, even if he looks at the cute little tiger, but considering the strange and strange dangerous items left by the Nanmao, especially the blasting electric cat left behind Tang An didn't dare to act rashly because of the shadow of death. Where could there be such courage as a black tiger striker.

　　 Although the little tiger looks a little awake, he is a tiger after all. How can he be bullied by an idle cat? Following without hesitation is also a paw.

　　 To Tang An's expectation, this claw didn't affect the black tiger forward, so the black tiger forward and the little tiger scratched each other and then fought together.

"This is the Tiger Spirit. It condensed all the power and spirit of Chong Heihu, the most powerful Tiger Spirit Clan elder at the time. After suppressing the Tiger Spirit Clan’s rebellion, we, the Cat Spirit Clan, naturally had to deal with the Chong Hei Tiger. Chong Hei Tiger made this crown, and Chong Hei Tiger's soul and consciousness were completely wiped out. Only his strength and spiritual energy were left." Nan Mao said as he looked at the tiger spirit who was fighting with the black tiger forward.

"Have you refined the Golden Tooth General at that time?" Tang An felt this evil-like black magic. He wiped out the soul consciousness of the whole person at every turn. No matter how you saw it, it belonged to evil magic, black magic. Ah, it's a category, and thinking that I'm also a general of the Golden Tooth, I can't help but feel a little bit worried.

　　 Nanmao seemed to be waiting for Tang An to ask this, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, his eyelashes flickered, and the smile in his eyes was as noisy as the wind in winter.

"You don't refine me in the future, I promise. I am the most loyal general of the Golden Tooth in the history of the Beast Spirit Empire!" Tang An raised his hand and saluted the Southern Cat in a very standard way. Long live!"

　　 Nan Mao couldn't help frowning. The more serious this person was, the more Nan Mao felt that he was just messing around.

However, Nan Mao did not care about him so much, and shook his head slightly, "We did not refine the Golden Tooth General at that time. Because the Canine Clan at that time, like the Cat Spirit Clan, inherited the purest blood of the Golden Tooth King. The ethnic group, and the power of the Golden Tooth General at that time was completely comparable to that of the King, and it can be said to be comparable."

　　 "It turns out that the Canines used to be so powerful. I always feel that the Canines are like dog legs." Tang Anchang sighed and felt sad again. After all, he is also a Canines, and he is also a general of the golden teeth.

　　 But it seems that there is a big gap... that golden tooth general must be a man of shock. What about yourself? Hey, but I was originally an ordinary earthling, and I had to feel that I was inferior to the gods in the fairy tales. Or the superhero in the superhero comics, and being depressed because of that, isn’t that crazy?

"When the General Jinya Mansion fell, this General Jinya used all his power to break through the space... When we checked the battlefield, we never found the existence of General Jinya again. He left the beast spirit. Empire, and how many of his descendants he took away when he left, there is no way to know." Nan Mao stretched out his hand and looked at one of his fingers, "Maybe it's just one. It is not easy to break through the space with the power that can burst, let alone protect the safety of the bloodline that you have taken away on the way to escape."

　　 "This one is Sang Mengmeng?" Tang An thought of his puppy, who was so weak at the beginning, and he really felt a bit weak after his escape.

"I don't know for the time being." Nan Mao shook his head. "According to my estimation, the destination of General Jinya's escape is undoubtedly the earth. Even if the blood he brought was not Sang Mengmeng, it could also be Sang Mengmeng. Adorable ancestors... and the Golden Tooth general will most likely die after he comes to the earth. Otherwise, as the canine tribe Sang Mengmeng, it is impossible to become a little unattended and picked home by you. dog."

　　 "It's really a heart-wrenching story." Tang An was very moved by General Jinya, and as his successor, Tang An was also proud.

　　 Nan Mao gave him a white look.

Reached out and took the hat back, the tiger spirit disappeared without a trace. Nan Mao put on his hat, the black tiger forward was stunned, jumped up and scratched Nan Mao's tiger hat, Nan Mao stretched out his hand, black tiger The striker flew out of the window as if being hit by a sledge hammer in mid-air.

　　 "Our next task is to conquer Sang Mengmeng, and at the same time determine her relationship with that generation of Golden Tooth generals." Nan Mao said, pointing outside the living room.

　　 Sang Mengmeng came in with a plate, the dinner was ready, it was time to eat.

　　 The pasta is not sticky and smooth, but Sang Mengmeng made two kinds of sauce, one with black pepper beef tenderloin and one with tomato sweet sauce.

　　 Tang An eats beef tenderloin with black pepper, Nanmao eats tomato sweet sauce, and Sang Mengmeng also eats beef tenderloin with black pepper.

　　 As for the cheese-baked pumpkin with a large plate, Sang Mengmeng took a small plate and prepared some for the black tiger forward. Basically, the black tiger forward does not have the dietary taboos of ordinary pets, and there is no food that it cannot eat.

Dinner dishes are relatively few, but very delicate, coupled with the quiet lighting and the night outside the window, the atmosphere is still good, Nanmao thinks about it, and does not care about Tang An and Sang Mengmeng eating the same kind of sauce. Many problems can be derived.

Nanmao bit a piece of noodles and raised his head to lift it from the plate, but this noodle is quite long. Nanmao straightened his waist and neck and still couldn't pull it out completely, so he had to use a fork. help. After eating, Nanmao felt that the pasta was really stupid.

　　 "This book is for you." Wiping the sweet tomato sauce on the edge of his mouth, Nan Mao took his yogurt, and then handed the ancient Chinese **** story to Sang Mengmeng.

　　 Sang Mengmeng is a little weird, Nan Mao will actually read books to herself.

On the cover of 　　 is a picture of the **** palace, Sang Mengmeng can't help but flush with her ears, she can't help but glance at Tang An.

　　 This glance was seen by the Southern Cat, and the Southern Cat sneered and said: "You two have already cross-racial mating this afternoon, right."

　　 "No!" Tang An and Sang Mengmeng, you deny in unison.

　　 "Sang Mengmeng, go get your bow and arrow." After drinking the yogurt, Nan Mao sat on the sofa in time.

　　 "What are you doing?" Sang Mengmeng felt inexplicable.

　　 Tang An looked at her unclearly. But she didn't say anything, is this Nan Mao's so-called mission that she is about to begin now?

　　 "We Bibi archery." Nan Mao said lightly.

　　 Sang Mengmeng is so excited to see the light and breezy look of the Southern Cat. I am really not afraid to compare this to anyone! Considering the arrogant attitude of the Nanmao that no one usually looks at, Sang Mengmeng also wants to teach the Nanmao a lesson.

　　 After dinner, Sang Mengmeng went back to the room and took the bow and arrow, but at this time Sang Mengmeng did not underestimate the enemy... Nanmao may not be a simple little girl.

　　 From the first sight of the Southern Cat, Sang Mengmeng felt that something was wrong, and Sang Mengmeng couldn't tell the specifics. But the intuition of girls is often more reliable than the reality seen by the eyes. The most important thing is that through communication with Tang An today, Sang Mengmeng confirmed that he is not the strangest and lonely creature in the world. With Tang An, there may also be Southern Cat.

　　 I’ve never heard of Tang An’s relatives named Nan Mao. Combining all the things that make him feel weird, Sang Mengmeng feels that Nan Mao is likely to have a showdown with himself tonight, just like Tang An and himself did.

　　 But Sang Mengmeng can become a puppy with Tang An or roll around without clothes, but that’s definitely not the case with Nan Mao. If possible, Sang Mengmeng hopes to take off Nan Mao's skirt and shoot an arrow at her ass.

　　 still insisted on washing the dishes in the kitchen. Sang Mengmeng took two sets of bows and arrows to the living room and said confidently: "Nan Mao, how are you going to compare with me?"

Tang An has been told by the Southern Cat to only watch the show next to him...so Tang An looked at Sang Mengmeng, who still changed into a white Kung Fu shirt, loose and soft, with a light body tied by a belt and legs. Slender, holding a longbow in a heroic posture.

　　 Tang An couldn't help but think that perhaps the war scene of the Beast Spirit Empire was not the chaos of a group of cats, cats and dogs as he thought, but the words of such generals and warriors, which is also extremely eye-catching.

　　 Looking at it, Tang An was a little surprised, and again sighed, Sang Mengmeng's figure is really good, and she looks very beautiful and cute.

The corner of Nanmao’s eyes has been watching Tang An. This low-level method of beauty is indeed the best strategy to deal with men. In the history of humanity on earth, starting from Helen thousands of years ago, it seems that men of humans have been No promise, one by one is as pathetic as Long Liyu.

Nan Mao did not have the habit of suppressing his anger, frowned slowly, but still looked straight at Sang Mengmeng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A woman’s plump **** don’t mean strength, I really don’t understand you deliberately Tighten your waist to accentuate your pectoral muscles. Could this give your opponent a feeling of pressure? "Nan Mao said contemptuously.

"It doesn't mean that. The contest between women and women always starts with appearance and figure, nothing more." Sang Mengmeng said proudly. Starting from today's Tang An becoming a cute puppy, Sang Mengmeng said. Mengmeng is very confident.

　　 "Superficial." Nan Mao dismissed it, "A contest is a contest. It doesn't matter between a woman and a woman, between a man and a man, or between a man and a woman, only between rivals."

　　 "Well, my opponent, how do you compare." Sang Mengmeng pointed to another bow and arrow and said.

　　 Nanmao stopped talking.

"Peace is the most important thing, so stop." Tang An couldn't help adding. He really didn't care much about the relationship between Sang Mengmeng and General Jinya. He only hoped that both parties would be fine, and at the same time, he would not demolish his house. NS. (To be continued...)

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