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.

was tempted enough, the cat finally

of dried fish, licked its paw, and then fixed its

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

his pocket,

reappeared directly

“Swipe!”

accompanied by

and when he looked down, he saw

a

Blake raised his gaze, feeling a tingling

returned to its spot and, while nonchalantly

say, “How dare you dream of

It’s yours if you manage to snatch

the Gray Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his

his words, the cat

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

cat,

the

but still ended up getting his arm scratched.

chuckled. This was interesting. It was much more challenging than

to the top of his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing

shadow lunging at him, but not before receiving a few scratches on

hand was not idle. He assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly extended his hand, atten to

movements were slow and clumsy, and it easily evaded his

martial arts drama, using chopsticks

cat toyed with him, as if playing with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness

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