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.

when it was tempted enough, the cat

fish, licked its paw, and then fixed

relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he sensed that the cat was about to

instinct, as soon as he reached for his pocket, the cat before him vanished in an

reappeared directly in front of

“Swipe!”

if accompanied by their own sound

of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks

With a Cat

gaze, feeling a

cat returned to its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself,

“How dare you

me again! It’s yours if

He

the cat became tempted

it could snatch it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be

beckoned the cat, saying, “Come on!”

the cat approached him!

clutched his pocket and dodged nimbly, but still ended up

much more challenging than training with the kids on his

the buckle,

at him, but not before receiving a

He assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly extended his hand, atten to catch

eyes filled with disdain. In its view, Blake’s movements were slow and

a martial arts drama, using chopsticks to

with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing

to snatching the bag