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 looked

licked its paw,

to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield

as he reached for his pocket, the cat before him

the next second, it reappeared directly in

“Swipe!”

sharp claws unsheathed, as if accompanied by their

the back of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he

With a Cat

raised his gaze, feeling

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

it seemed to say, “How dare you

It’s yours

to their principles. He had thought

words, the cat became

could snatch it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be violating any principles cause that’s not considered

cat,

the cat

and dodged nimbly, but

challenging than training with the kids on his

for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried

at him, but not before receiving a few scratches

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

its view, Blake’s movements were slow and clumsy, and it

resembled the young hero in a martial arts drama, using

playing with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness

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