"Do you think a bunch of cats can understand human speech?!"
Dr. Xiao lowered his voice and roared, nearly grabbing the black cat by the ears. "Even Poseidon probably didn't recognize you!"
That was true enough—the Little Fox's gaze at the black cat held three parts familiarity and seven parts strangeness. But that did not mean Zheng Qing had no solution. The black cat flattened his ears, shutting out the Doctor's chatter.
"Next time I transform, just bring him in front of me." The black cat waved a paw dismissively. "My Poseidon is so smart. He'll definitely remember."
"That's something for next time... I think we should deal with the trouble in front of us first." Lin Guo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up. He pointed at the cats and foxes slowly gathering around them, then at the mice playing dead. "It looks like the cat group and the foxes got into a conflict because of these mice. What do we do?"
"Split them evenly, half for each side. If they don't listen, beat them up." The black cat snorted, and his body abruptly doubled in size, frightening Poseidon into falling flat on the spot.
Xiao Xiao said nothing. He picked up a Tree branch from the ground, drove away the cats and foxes blocking his path, and poked the mice huddled together on the ground, pretending to be dead.
"If I counted correctly, there are five mice here." After counting them, the Doctor glanced back at his two companions. "What do we do with the extra one? Cut it in half down the middle?"
At that, a bloody image involuntarily surfaced in the black cat's mind. He leaned his head back slightly, disgust showing in his eyes.
Unlike him, Lin Guo rolled up his