My Goddess is a Cat

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The car stopped in Wutong Lane, the light blue taxi and the dark gray slightly damp floor showed a quiet color. Lin Yuling jumped off, took off the sweater and hat she was wearing, and took a deep breath. Today, nothing can be done to rectify the name of the caring person.

It didn't achieve the effect that she wanted, which made Lin Yuling a little unwilling.

"Wait, I'll get you the money." Lin Yuling pointed to Tang An and said, and ran to her home quickly after she finished speaking.

Tang An took the money that the master asked for, and after thinking about it, she still waited at the door of Lin Yuling's house, lest she ignored her, and she went to ask for something about the taxi fee.

Not long after waiting, Lin Yuling took ten yuan down and didn't need to look for it.

Tang An will go home after receiving it.

"You really want it, stingy" After finishing saying, Lin Yuling closed the door of her house, leaning behind the door a bit refreshed, she took the opportunity to scold Tang An, and he had no way to refute herself.

Tang Ancai didn't bother to pay attention to him. Lin Yuling said that he was a stingy, just as if he was said to be a neurotic, he didn't need to care.

When Tang An returned home, he saw the Black Tiger striker at first sight. He was walking in the yard with his tail wagging, his steps were a little big, and he looked like a dog.

The Black Tiger striker is back, and the Nancats are naturally back.

Tang An saw the Southern Cat in the living room.

What surprised Tang An was that Nan Mao didn't wear a tiger hat. This seemed to be the first time.

So Tang An couldn't help but look at Nan Mao again. Without the hat that made people feel like she was so childish, Nan Mao finally showed the temperament of a girl, the pure face is like the snow mountain connected to the glacier on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The endless white clouds and endless snow, the feeling of coldness and tranquility, make people hold their breath after taking a deep breath.

Seeing Tang An, Nan Mao turned off the music on the phone, and the kitten finally stopped singing.

Tang An saw Nan Mao's tiger hat, she actually put her tiger hat on the head of Guan Erye who was enshrined in the living room.

The second master Guan of the town house enshrined by Tang An's family is quite big, and the tiger hat is not inconsistent in terms of proportions, but that is the second master Guan, how can the second master Guan be cute?

Tang An quickly walked over, apologized to Guan Erye, and then took off the tiger hat.

"My lord, your hat can be put in the closet, but you can't put it there" Tang An said, holding the tiger hat in both hands. He has always been curious that the ears of this hat often move, but he has no chance to study it. In his hand, there is a feeling of holding a living thing, maybe this hat is also an artifact with a background like a cat's belly.

"This is my crown." Nanmao stretched out his hand to take it, and put it on his head. "One day, when all human beings on the earth see this crown, they will shout to the king."

"There is no momentum at all." Tang An said sincerely, as if he saw the child reciting the lines in the cartoon with majestic self-confidence.

The corners of Nanmao’s mouth were upturned, and he didn’t care about Tang An’s opinion. As a powerful king, how could he care about the opinions of such a short-sighted, stupid dog-like subordinate?

"I'm going to eat pumpkin baked with cheese tonight." Nan Mao pointed to the recipe on the TV and said, "Also, today I didn't find any human beings that could be brought back in captivity for research."

Hearing her saying this, Tang An was relieved.

"Okay, besides wanting to eat pumpkin baked with cheese, do you have to eat anything else?" Tang An happily said in order to celebrate for some human being who was inexplicably lucky and not caught.

"You only know what I want to eat?" Nan Mao was slightly angry. When the king returned from a tour, he would know to ask her what she wanted to eat. In his eyes, the most important thing for her is what to eat. Nan Mao held her hands in both hands. I glanced at the TV in front of my chest, and the ears of the tiger hat moved. I was wondering if the sticky pasta would look good, so he turned his head blankly and said, "I want to eat Italian. Noodles and a bottle of milk and a bottle of yogurt. The yogurt tastes like strawberries."

The advantage of a refrigerator and a kitchen is that it makes people want to store a lot of things, and store a lot of things, such as cheese, pumpkin, and pasta, which are common household items. Tang An is not good at these dishes, but they are all very good. Simply, just look at the recipe.

Tang An was about to have dinner before discussing business with Nanmao. He came to the kitchen and found that Sang Mengmeng was already wearing an apron in the kitchen.

"We got dressed and met again." Sang Mengmeng's cheeks were slightly red.

Sang Mengmeng wore a relatively petite off-the-shoulder short one-piece skirt. The apron concealed all the short one-piece skirt. The front looks like an apron, which is imaginative.

Tang An couldn't help worrying that he had become a dog again.

"I'll cook the dish tonight. Nanmao wants to eat cheese-baked pumpkin and pasta." Tang An couldn't help but glanced at Sang Mengmeng's long legs, then quickly retracted his gaze. A mature girl is far better than wearing a tiger. The immature girl in the hat can make the boy's instinct in a state of excitation in the first time.

"I will do this, you go play with Nan Mao." Sang Mengmeng smiled very gently, not the kind that is teasing and ambiguous.

It's just gentle, revealing a sweetness that makes people comfortable.

Sang Mengmeng in the clothes and Sang Mengmeng who is alone with him in the room do not seem to be the same person. They have completely different feelings or this is the charm of girls. They do not make men feel the same. I'm just like that and I won't change.

Tang An stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Sang Mengmeng's back, and left for a while.

Tang An doesn’t know how he feels. The woman in the kitchen is very lethal to Tang An. It is undeniable that for Tang An, his mother is one of his criteria for choosing his girlfriend, while Sang Mengmeng is in the kitchen. The back image of Sang Mengmeng is very good for her mother, and Sang Mengmeng is also a girl her mother likes very much.

Let's talk to Nan Mao first. Tang An ran to the living room and sat down cautiously, preparing to talk to Nan Mao.

"Are you going to take a peek at Sang Mengmeng's bath tonight?" Nan Mao was reading a small yellow book from a stall that is a legend of ancient Chinese **** history.

Tang An’s words are stuck in his throat. I want to discuss things with Nanmao seriously. I peeked at Sang Mengmeng’s bathing. I have already taken a look at things like that.

"Why should I take a peek at her bathing again" Tang An had some sense of superiority inexplicably, no need to peek, I saw it today, Sang Mengmeng is in good shape, besides, I think Tang An doesn't think she takes a peek at Sang Mengmeng's bath. Can learn more about her.

"Get to know her again. After verifying that Sang Mengmeng is really a Canine clan, you will inevitably have more interest in her and want to learn more about her." Nan Mao said impatiently, "I'm getting along early. You said that when a person takes off his clothes, many of his qualities and personalities will be exposed, which is the most secret and effective way to understand a person."

"No, no, no need." Tang An shook his head, and suddenly remembered something, "You haven't seen me take a shower, right?"

Tang An feels that Nanmao is careful and careful about the personality of things on the earth. She decided to come to him as a base. She may not have done some preparation and investigation. Maybe it includes peeking at him to take a bath.

Nan Mao's cheeks are reddish, turning his head to stare at the book. In the book, an old man selling tofu is peeping his daughter-in-law in the bath. This kind of thing is called ashing in ancient China.

"You've really seen it." Tang An stood in front of Nan Mao, stunned. Tang An never thought that he would be peeked in a bath. Such a discovery really made Tang An feel like he was secretly exploded with chrysanthemums. The same feeling.

Egg, hurt, chrysanthemum, tight, heart, hurt.

Tang An hurriedly thought about it. Recently, he took a shower. It seemed that he hadn't done anything to be ugly. After thinking for a long time, Tang An was quite sure that he neither put on various handsome poses in the bath, nor did he carefully observe his own behavior. Little brother, there is no such thing as lengthening the size, in short, it is a normal bath, and finally feel a little relieved.

"I'm not peeking, I'm just watching." Turning his head again, Nan Mao said frankly.

"Xingxing" Tang An was angrily unwilling. He always felt that he had suffered. Who would want to let people peek at him in the bath? He wasn't the inexplicable Tang An who thought of Lin Yuling, who was also a voyeuristic demon.

"It is not valid to understand a person by peeking at others in the bath. For example, if I want to know you, should I also peek at you in the bath?" Tang An still couldn't help but say it.

Nan Mao was really embarrassed into anger, stood on the sofa and said loudly: "You don't need to understand me, you only need to understand my commands."

"In short, you can't do this anymore, otherwise I won't give you yogurt" Tang An put out his killer.

"You threaten me" Nan Mao's eyes turned, and he should hide some yogurt and milk later.

"It's not a threat, it's just telling you the consequences." Tang An frowned and looked at Nan Mao, "You should just peek once."

Nan Mao nodded.

Fortunately, it was just once, hey, Tang An thought, it really was retribution. When he saw Sang Mengmeng taking a bath, he should have reacted. It was really hindsight.

"Well, I have something to tell you." Tang An took a deep breath and calmed himself down, "Nanmao, Sang Mengmeng is actually the puppy I fed when I was a kid."

Tang An told the story of himself and Xiaobai to Nanmao. After speaking, Tang An looked at Nanmao a little sad but feeling warm and warm. His eyes were full of positive energy. mild.

"Then you" Nan Mao looked at the book in his hand, looked at the content described in the book in his hand, and said: "Then have you put her legs on your shoulders and separated the household registration? Huh, the noodles are extremely comfortable, bowed like a lobster, I just saw baked lobster with cheese, and I want to eat it tomorrow."

Tang An stared at Nan Mao in a daze. The passage she read was naturally one of those wild histories, and Tang An had also read it. This kind of wild history is actually the same as the pistol article on modern websites, with basically no plot and content description. It's very vulgar, but it doesn't matter if Nan Mao takes a look. Seeing her read it blankly, Tang An only feels that it feels like a classmate who peeked a little yellow book was caught, and then the teacher was in front of that classmate. The look of the face when looking at it.

What's more, the story of myself and Sang Mengmeng has half a dime relationship with those things. How can I be linked together?

Nan Mao is really an annoying cat, Tang An thought angrily.

"Why do you read all books" Tang An said weakly after being angry. He couldn't help but doubt that he trusted Nan Mao so much. He always wanted to discuss with her whether he was actually playing the piano to the cow.

"Books are the ladder of human progress." Nan Mao said in a thoughtful way. "If you want to understand the progress of human civilization, you must naturally start with books. If you want to understand deeply, until you control and subvert such a civilization, you must start with books. The sea of ​​books is endless, and it’s not enough to take a spoonful to drink, so you can read all the books you want."

Worthy of being a king, so far-sighted in every move, Tang An really wanted to pay her respects.

Nan Mao looked at Tang An and touched the ears on his tiger’s head hat. It seemed that Tang An didn’t divide his household to do anything. Really, Sang Mengmeng, besides being able to become a little white, is on earth. The easiest way for an earth man to treat an earth woman is to divide his households. As a former earth man, it is really stupid for Tang An to not understand this truth.

So Nanmao continued to read the book, anyway, the men in this book wanted to achieve a goal, all of which did so.

"I think there should be no conspiracy behind this. The main point is that things happen to be useful. It took thousands of years for humans to evolve from monkeys. Sang Mengmeng's transformation will never appear suddenly. Such a mutation, this is not something science can explain." Tang An was puzzled by this, and hoped that Nanmao could give an answer, "Will Sang Mengmeng meet someone like me, but she doesn't even know it. ."

"Then do you think Sang Mengmeng changed from a human to a dog, and then realized that he could become a human, or Sang Mengmeng was originally a dog and can then become a human" Nan Mao asked, staring at Tang An's eyes.

"I think it might be from a person to a dog first." Tang An thought for a while, and felt that this possibility is a little bit bigger. After all, he is like this, so it is more likely that similar things have happened before. Some, but the other possibility is completely different, in fact, it's completely different from Tang An's experience.

"Your answer like this is not analysis, but your hope. In other words, you even hope that she is a human being, so that you will not have such a strong psychological barrier when you divide your households." Nan Mao lowered his head, calmly Said.

Tang An’s face is hot, I have to say that he does have such thoughts, but it’s not that Tang An really wants to divide it up. Why does Nan Mao use such a word? Tang An just wants what happened today to make him less psychologically. It's tangled.

"I just want to listen to your analysis, not for you to analyze me." Tang An really wanted to pull at the ever-moving ears on Nan Mao's tiger hat.

Nan Mao put down the book in his hand, the thick little yellow book filled with all kinds of rough spring boudoir descriptions, and began to walk around in the living room.

Tang An knew that she was thinking about this problem, so she didn't bother her, just looked at her.

Tang An has never understood what level of existence the Southern Cat belongs to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is it the kind of **** who can destroy the world, or the legendary magician such as Gandalf in Western fantasy movies, and Or a superhero like a superhero

It is undeniable that Nan Mao has a unique acting style and thinking mode that combines her strength and status. It is difficult to comment on whether she is excellent or wise from Tang An's standpoint, but it is undoubtedly suitable for her.

The southern cat is very beautiful and beautiful. The adjective of the earth is "elf", like a beautiful phantom that is beating on the heart in the human heart, untouchable but making the heart tremble.

Her long hair is always swaying without wind, a trace of energy in the air like magic, all kinds of places beyond ordinary people and different from ordinary people, let Tang An feel that in fact, the Southern Cat is truly the top of the beast spirit empire. Life, and self and Sang Mengmeng, are only real life on earth, which has been integrated into this deep and fiery world that Southern Cat calls.

"Sang Mengmeng is a canine spirit." After a while, Nan Mao touched Guan Erye's broadsword and said in conclusion.

Isn't this taken for granted? Tang An was speechless, and then thought that Nan Mao wouldn't talk nonsense, because she had a different meaning in these words.

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