Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 1050 Training With a Cat

After the cat emerged from the gray forest, it found an open grassy area not far away and began devouring the small dried fish.

It ate the fish greedily, its drool softening the dried meat.

In less than half a minute, the fish vanished, leaving the cat with an unsatisfied look, as if to say, “Don’t forget about my reward!”

Blake responded, “Do I look like someone who wouldn’t keep my promise?”

Yes, you do.

Blake could not help but feel speechless and amused. He threw another dried fish at the cat.

With lightning-fast speed, the cat darted forward, leaving Blake’s vision blurry. It swiftly returned to its original spot, now clutching the dried fish in its mouth.

Blake observed the cat intently, an idea brewing in his mind.

The speed of the cats in the Gray Earth was truly astonishing. Their speed was so fast that it almost seemed like they were teleporting.

If only he could learn how to do it….

Taking a few steps closer, Blake squatted down one meter away from the cat and said, “Hey there, little cat… Look what I have.”

He patted his pocket. “A bag of dried fish.”

The cat ignored him and continued eating.

Blake continued, “Well, if you teach me how to match your speed, I’ll give you this whole bag of dried fish.”

Reluctance filled the cat’s eyes, as if the temptation was insufficient.

tempted enough, the cat finally looked

last piece of dried fish, licked its paw, and then fixed its gray-blue eyes on

could not understand what the cat was going to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield practice,

he reached for his pocket, the cat before him

reappeared directly in

“Swipe!”

as if accompanied by their own sound effects.

when he looked down, he saw

a Cat

gaze, feeling a tingling

while nonchalantly grooming itself,

dare you dream of achieving

“Come at me again! It’s yours if

their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his small

hearing his words, the cat became

will be mine? That was what he

beckoned the cat, saying, “Come on!”

that, the

but still ended

much more challenging than

fastened to the top of his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish in his mouth. He then made a finger-hook

not before receiving a few

cat’s movements and swiftly extended his

Blake’s movements were slow and clumsy,

resembled the young hero in a martial arts drama,

Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its goal

their back-and-forth, the cat came close to snatching the bag from