At the moment when her heart was surging, she suddenly felt a pain in her rhizome, which was not as sharp as before, but she suddenly lost consciousness.
Oh, it turned out that the shepherd was driving the cow. The green cow lowered its head and rolled its tongue, swallowing her into its belly. From then on, it was over. It only took a few hours to go through the cycle of grain.
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The orange-white cat jumped on all fours and wandered among the mountains and forests, with a pair of brown eyes that were moist and bright.
Although her body is stained with dust, her fur is smooth and smooth, and her body is simple and honest. At first glance, she seems to be living a contented life, walking briskly on all fours.
The cat took steps and came to the edge of the stream. She stared at the water with her round eyes. She lowered her body and waited patiently until there was a slight ripple in the water. She suddenly jumped out with sharp eyes.
She slapped the water with her forefoot, and when the fish was stunned, she opened its mouth and bit it, then jumped up and caught it in her mouth. When she landed on the bank of the stream, she shook her whole body and let the water drop out.
Her tail behind her was wagging proudly. She released her mouth and threw the fish onto the stone slab. She repeated her same trick and fished out another fish. She stood on the stone slab and then sat cross-legged with her limbs curled up.
Her white teeth were sharp and she could easily bite a fish in half. The sweet taste of the fish meat made her squint her eyes.
But the fish was not half eaten. She suddenly stiffened and tightened her skin. The orange-white cat hair all over her body exploded. She dropped half of the small fish in her mouth and jumped forward quickly.
She didn't need to look back, just smelling the smell was enough to make her fearful, and the strong fishy smell followed her closely.
The figure was more than dozens of times bigger than him. It was strong and strong, and its feet were steady. One leap of its forelimbs was better than her running away ten times.
"Roar!"
A roar almost shook her heart and soul out.
The clever cat felt resentful in his heart. Cats don't have enough meat, so why not fish more? The rabbits, pheasants, wild boars and roe deer in the forest are not delicious. Why is such a big spotted tiger chasing her?
He must be a waste among tigers and can only hunt down a cat.
There was a huge gap between her natural body shape and physical strength. Even if she was alert enough and abandoned the fish early to escape, she was still chased by the tiger.
The claws flipped her over, and the huge force easily broke two bones. The tiger gasped, and saliva dripped from the white teeth in its big mouth and fell into her fur.
The stench suddenly rushed into his nose, but the orange and white cat couldn't care less about Aijie in the past. He had to endure the severe pain and turned over to avoid Huahu's huge claws.
One paw was about the same size as half of her body. If it were implemented, the cat would probably die.
The tiger couldn't help her escape. Its eyes were as wide as copper bells. Even though the orange cat was nimble and it was difficult to hit it, it was not difficult to sweep it away. The right paw of its forelegs swept forward and it was swept away and hit. On the big tree nearby, the vibration caused many leaves to fall off the treetops.
"Meow!"
The orange and white cat suddenly felt that his internal organs were being flapping. Severe pain swept through him. Multiple ribs were broken. The blood overflowing from his mouth dyed his white fur red.
She met the tiger's pupils, and felt that the pupils were full of cruelty and coldness, but there was a sense of superior indifference and sarcasm, as if he was laughing at such a gadget, how could he escape from his claws?
Yes, cats are predators to fish, but why are tigers not predators to cats?
She has been in this jungle since she was born, so she naturally knows how strict and unbreakable the predator-prey relationship is.
It seemed that she was born to be hunted by superiors, and that she was born to be the plaything of jackals, tigers and leopards. When she was happy, she would be teased a little, and when she was unhappy, she would open her mouth and swallow her.
No.
The orange cat's ferocity was aroused, and she turned around and bit the tiger's left paw, which was very close at hand. The teeth were sharp and dripping with blood, but her teeth couldn't even bite the bone.
Huahu felt the pain and suddenly swung his forelimbs. The force caused the orange cat's body to fly away.
The cat was hit several times, and she already knew that her life was short. Her eyes tightened, with a fierce and bloody light. After landing, she suddenly jumped up with her hind legs, and grabbed the Huahu's right eye with her two claws.
Blood suddenly overflowed. The tiger never thought that the cat would not stop between landing and leaping, and its right eyeball was caught off guard and was scratched to pieces.
"Ouch!"
With one claw flying away, Huahu vented his anger crazily and slapped him several times, turning his flesh and blood into mud.
The cat felt very happy and closed its eyes with satisfaction.
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"Little Cripple Chen."
"Why are you here? You're helping your grandma kill fish."
The idle boy was laughing and teasing the little girl in front of him, but he saw the girl sitting firmly on the bench who looked to be only six or seven years old. She was wearing a patched gray clothes. She didn't even raise her eyes even when the gangster called her a cripple. .
Chen Asan looked calm and looked at the knife in her hand, which was much too big for her.
Next to her was her mother-in-law.
Aunt Chen frowned and waved her hand.
"Go away, you little bitch, get away."
"What does my daughter have to do with you? Keep your mouth clean."
The bastard blew the straw in his mouth, with a sly look on his face, and quickly ran away. Who wanted to provoke this shrewd old lady?
Aunt Chen looked at her daughter with some worry, but saw that her eyebrows were heavy and she was only staring at the knife in her hand, watching the sharp blade shimmering in the light.
Their daughter had a disease in her right leg since she was born, but they didn't realize something was wrong until she was learning to walk. By then, treatment was already too far away.
She rubbed Chen Asan's head, lowered her voice and said, "Good Asan, don't listen to the bastard."
Chen Asan raised his head, looked at his mother-in-law, shook his head and said: "Mom, I'm not angry, just teach me how to kill fish."
My family makes a living by selling fish. Now that my daughter has grown up, it is natural that she has to go to the market to help with work to supplement the family income.
When business came to the door, the man on the side looked thin, but he weighed and calculated the price neatly. Aunt Chen took the fish and knocked it unconscious with the back of a knife, then broke open the belly to remove the gills, pulled out the bones and sliced them.
After the incident, she looked at Chen Asan and said with a smile, "Do you understand?"
Chen Asan nodded and said, "I understand."
She looked a little thin but stood firm. She took a black-spotted fish from the wooden basin on the side and followed her mother's example and slapped it hard with the back of the knife.
She seemed to be born with a knife, even if her little hands could just grasp the handle.
Chen Asan found an angle and used the back of the knife to scrape off the scales of the fish. Then he lifted the knife into the water and lifted it out again. The sharp blade penetrated smoothly into the belly, digging out the internal organs, gills, and fishy lines. Then remove the bones and slice the meat.
The whole process was smooth and smooth, much smoother than Aunt Chen's. She was stunned for a moment and suddenly thought that her daughter was not born to kill fish.
Chen Asan is seven years old this year. She started killing fish in Fangshi and has been killing fish for eight years.
By the time she was fifteen years old and hair-haired, the reputation of fish-killing Ah San was already known throughout the city.
Aunt Chen began to worry. Her third daughter had just grown hair and was lame on her right leg. How could she find a good husband?
