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

its paw, and then fixed its gray-blue eyes

the cat was going to do, but relying on his intuition honed

as he reached for his pocket, the cat before him vanished in an instant.

next second, it reappeared directly

“Swipe!”

as if accompanied by

when he looked

a

his gaze, feeling a

cat returned to its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous gaze

you dream of achieving my speed,

“Come at me again! It’s yours

in the Gray Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little

the cat

If it 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

the cat, saying, “Come on!”

that, the cat approached him!

and dodged nimbly, but still ended up getting his

It was much more challenging than

uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish in his mouth. He

at him, but not before receiving a few scratches on his face.

cat’s movements and swiftly extended his hand,

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

resembled the young hero in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks

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

the cat came close to snatching the bag from Blake several times. only to miss