However, the reality was beyond Mao Mao's expectation.
He still could not escape Changli's clutches.
When Changli carried him by the scruff of his neck into the basement, Mao Mao refused in his heart.
He looked at the rows of test tubes and the rows of confidential instruments, and his heart felt cold.
It felt like a gust of wind came from nowhere and blew into his poor little heart, making him feel a chill in his heart.
No way, does this person really want to torture cats?
Then Chang Li brought a test tube, and the test tube contained a yellow solvent.
This yellow was not like the fresh yellow of lemon, but more like the bright yellow of the sun.
The yellow solvent flows in the test tube, like a small sun blooming.
The kitten can feel the hot energy just by looking at it.
He was so horrified that he hurriedly ran out, and saw Changli knocking on the glass plate gently, and a crisp sound appeared.
Mao Mao's figure paused, and he watched Changli walk towards him step by step, and then put the The reagent entered his mouth.
It was not as hot as it looked.
When the reagent fell into his mouth, it was as warm as if he had drank a mouthful of hot soup.
The melting feeling spread from his mouth to his whole body, making him feel as if he was bathing in the sun.
It smelled of sunflowers, and he relaxed.
A cat lay lazily on the ground, its tail raised and then lowered.
Changli moved him under the instrument, which recorded a series of seemingly normal and abnormal data.
Changli felt the changes in the cat seriously.
After a while, the kitten broke away from the warm feeling.
He stood up and looked at Changli warily.
However, Changli exhaled a breath, which seemed to have failed.
This reagent only strengthened the cat's physical body and could not let him feel the real reason for the cat's transformation.
Then, with the cat's horrified eyes, he picked up another reagent, this one was pink and bubbling.
The frozen cat looked desperately at the man with a ferocious smile, and then poured the reagent into his mouth.
Another dreamlike feeling came, making the kitten instantly immersed in a pink dream, and Changli's smile became even deeper.
Although life is mostly boring, there are always some little surprises waiting for him.
Fortunately, although he had been learning about traditional Chinese medicine, he was also very interested in Western medicine, and then he constructed this laboratory bit by bit.
Otherwise, if he wanted to completely make these reagents, it would have taken a lot of effort. .
The next day, the kitten was stuffed into the cat bag by Changli and carried to the clinic.
The kitten curled up in the cat bag had dull eyes.
He felt like he was bathing in the warm sunshine for a while, and then sunk into the sun for a while.
He fell into the pink clouds, and then swam in the blue sea.
All kinds of beautiful and illusory scenes surrounded him, making him unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.
He squinted his eyes, feeling the cold and hot sensations in his body, and struggled to bite off his beard.
In the end, he didn't do that because he felt that his body strength had changed a lot.
If his strength was just that of an ordinary cat before, then now he is probably equivalent to an ordinary cat.
Little human boy.
Moreover, he felt that his memory had become better and his logical thinking had become more precise.
He didn't know whether this was what those medicines had brought to him, or whether he himself was evolving in this direction.
But even so, he didn't have the courage to escape from Chang Li's clutches, because he knew that the people who could get these potions were definitely not ordinary people.
Is he a legendary god or angel?
No, it's not these.
He's a wizard or a demon.
As the weather gets better, there are more and more people in the clinic.
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Changli has been busy all day long and has no time to play with the kitten.
The kitten is also very happy.
He plays with the wool ball and flutters at the next time.
He was wearing a tassel, and then used his dark face to seduce the young people passing by and trick them into giving them snacks.
At sunset, when the clinic was about to close again, Mao Mao felt a sound of footsteps not far away.
He couldn't help but prick up his ears and listen carefully to the footsteps.
Compared to other people's footsteps, which were either regular or heavy, this footsteps seemed so light and erratic.
He couldn't help but fell into thinking, what kind of person would have such footsteps?
Ghost Walking Dead After a while, the footsteps fell in front of him.
A man wearing a black hat squatted down, took out a ham sausage, and placed it in front of the kitten.
The pale fingers were exposed in front of the kitten.
Looks very unhealthy.
The kitten raised its head and saw the brown eyes under the brim of the man's hat.
The color should have been as bright and natural as the branches of pine branches.
In this man's eyes, it looked so gloomy and ghostly.
Even the kitten looked at him.
There was a hint of well-hidden madness in his eyes.
He smelled the ham handed to him, and then smelled the smell of blood lingering on it.
He frowned subconsciously and took two steps back.
If this action occurs on a person, it means that he is wary of the person in front of him, but when this action occurs on a cat, it does not seem so abrupt.
Looking at the cat that quickly ran into the clinic, the man stood up slowly.
He pulled the brim of his hat, and then a bloody smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He murmured, "What an interesting cat."
's cat" Then there was another deep laugh coming from the throat, "He is also an interesting person."
After saying that, he walked slowly towards the clinic.
The bitter smell of medicine still filled the clinic, making him take a step back involuntarily.
Yesterday, after he brought the packet of medicine back, he stewed it according to the method he had learned.
This was what he learned after seeing a little girl from the East do this, and the lively and cute little girl finally became It became his treasured work of art.
When he was cooking the medicine, the bitter smell lingered in his narrow room, making him want to throw it away, but no, this was the most perfect work of art handed to him, even though the work of art did not yet belong to him. he.
He cooked it in a big pot, just like the little girl making herbal tea.
He couldn't tell the difference between making herbal tea and decoction.
After smelling the increasingly heavier smell in the room, he couldn't help but curse secretly, why did these mysterious oriental people like this kind of thing: