Pet King

It was very exhausting to spit out early in the morning, but the snow lion always made people have to spit. It thought that everyone was a donkey like Xiaomen Deng Xiaoxian from Ximen Qing?

Among the elves in the pet shop, only the snow lion has long hair, and other cats, dogs, and monkeys have short hair, so only it must shave, of course, it does not mean that it must be shaved like a Sphinx cat. It's smooth, with no hair or sun protection, but at least it must be shaved very short. Based on the current hair length of the Snow Lion, it is roughly cut to one tenth of the length.

But the Snow Lion doesn't want to shave. Is it easy to grow such a long hair? How many raw burdocks have you eaten to be so shiny and slippery?

If it was a black straight girl with long waist and long hair, I would definitely be reluctant to cut it.

But if the Snow Lion is going to follow Egypt, it must be shortened.

Zhang Zi'an asked it to consider it for himself, and for the time being he ignored it, because he always felt that talking to it would lower his style.

The Snow Lion and Richard were so noisy that the other elves couldn't sleep, and they woke up one after another.

When Feimas woke up, he lay on the ground for a long time, as if he had finally distinguished between dreams and reality, and then he took a clean dog biscuit and ran downstairs-Zhang Zi'an felt that Richard should learn more .

Usually, π is not the first one to get out of bed, but he doesn't deliberately rest on the bed. He always turns on the computer as soon as he wakes up, and then runs to wash his face while the computer is starting.

But these few days, it was listless in the morning, even when waking up, he was lying in a hanging basket rattan chair staring at the ceiling indifferently.

Zhang Zi'an knew that he must be worried about the fate of his novel. He also tried his best to comfort him, convinced the party and the government, and believed that the website would return it innocently, but even he knew that the empty comfort without substance was really pale and weak.

Many book friends have heard about this event through other channels, and have sent messages to encourage and support it, and give suggestions for it. It is very comforting, but this does not help, because its book friends are mostly young people and teenagers around the age of 20, people who do not really have actual power, they can come up with a solution Zhang Zi'an had long thought about, but was again Decline one by one.

By letting the novel be recognized by readers, π finally managed to get rid of the gloomy state, and may now fall back into it at any time.

Zhang Zi'an walked over, pretending to comfort easily: "π, would you like to take a long vacation and let the website handle this matter? Let's go to Egypt to relax, maybe when we come back from Egypt, all the criticisms are like a cloud of smoke. Dissipated ... "

π rolled over, rushing his face against the wall, holding his knees to curl his body tighter.

Zhang Zi'an sighed secretly, but he was really intent on killing the thief and unable to return to the sky. This incident was completely beyond his and his readers' ability.

"Meow ~"

Xinghai also woke up, rubbed his eyes, jumped out of the crib, turned around and saw Zhang Zi'an, who was worried about π, ran to the gondola briskly, stood up, put his two front paws on the gondola, and forced Pushed a gondola, making the gondola swing like a swing.

"Meow ~ π, get up!"

π still didn't twist her face, but just waved a hand, which means don't bother me and keep me quiet.

Zhang Zi'an winked at Xinghai, meaning that we don't bother π, give it some time, and let it be alone.

Xinghai did not seem to notice his wink, and did not give π the opportunity to lick the wound alone, and pushed a hanging basket again, "Meow ~ π, get up! The sun has tanned your butt!"

π hurriedly pulled up the blanket to cover her ass.

"Meow ~ get up ~ you haven't written a new chapter today!" Xinghai kept shaking the hanging basket, "Xinghai will keep shaking until you get up!"

π was dizzy and dizzy. If he shakes again, he will vomit. He can only sit up from the rattan chair and pull the sling to stop the hanging basket.

"Squeak!"

π was a little angry, gesturing at Xinghai, which means why not let me be quiet.

Zhang Zi'an was afraid of the two of them arguing, and quickly said, "π, now that you are up, go down and walk around, or play with everyone. If you have any questions, you can tell everyone, don't keep it in your heart."

π shook his head, saying there was nothing to say.

Zhang Zi'an knows that his personality is very introverted, and sometimes introverted personality is more difficult to resolve depression.

In addition, he was also a bit puzzled that Xinghai was not Richard's unpleasant personality, and he knew that π was in a bad mood. Why is he always entangled with π today? Even Richard was savvy and could see that π was very depressed and would not deliberately provoke π at this time.

Xinghai jumped slightly to the desk.

Because it is used every day, the screen of the laptop is always on. Xinghai stretched out her front paw and pressed the power button.

beep--

The computer beeps softly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The hard drive makes a creaking turn, and the splash screen flashes on the screen.

"Meow ~ π, if you don't write, Xinghai will write for you!"

Xinghai doesn't seem to just talk casually, he really fiddles with the mouse and taps the keyboard casually.

π loves its novels as much as life, and it is also afraid that Xinghai will break the computer, and in anxiety, it will continue to be depressed, and quickly jump out of the rattan chair, jump to the chair, and expand the arms like a baby to protect the laptop stand up.

Xinghai has jumped aside ahead of time.

"Meow ~ That's right!"

Xinghai flicked his tail and ran down the stairs happily as he went to play hide and seek with the Abyssinian cat. Before, it always warmed up with Mei short on the second floor. Since returning Mei short to Aunt Liu, it has omitted the warm-up.

π is both depressed and helpless, but since it is already up and cannot continue to bed, it just sits in front of the computer as usual.

After a while, the computer started up and automatically logged into the chat tool.

Didi Di——

The head of the bald monk as the editor flashed, showing a message.

π hesitated, and timidly didn't dare to click to check the message, because these days bad news has come one after another, and it has been hit with almost all courage.

Zhang Zi'an also saw from the side. As a bystander, he had a stronger mental capacity.

"Look, maybe it's good news," he said, putting his hand on Pi's shoulder.

π kept his head silent.

"Okay, I'll help you see it. If it's good news, I'll tell you." He sighed. If it is bad news, then there is no need to say it, there is too much bad news.

He held the mouse instead of Pi and clicked to view.

The editor's message was just a short sentence: leave it to the moon.