If it were true to its original nature, Xiaomi would not be interested in the conversation between that talkative lazy thing and the cow. Although she was one of its mission targets, she is no longer important. She may be talkative, and she may be able to pull out a knife or something, but she is just a cow. It is not at all a hunter's honor to kill a cow, and if it carried her head around in her belt, the worthless thing would become stinking and limp in a few days. No, the cow is as stupid and worthless as the monkey, both are slow and the latter is arrogant.
It learned about these species from an old preschool textbook. That book has trained many killers, and may have been snatched and beaten by someone. The lower center of the screen will become blurry from time to time. Its trainers do not see the need to spend money on improving this early childhood education. They are shockingly ignorant of scientific parenting and follow this process completely perfunctorily. The goal of the trainers is: the killers sent out cannot show their teeth and claws at the spacecraft in the sky, or chase the transport vehicle as if it were an animal.
Little little little pussy. said the red-faced trainer who stuttered a little. Look at this, it's a cow.
There are indeed all kinds of cows on the screen where the children's books are spread out. Longhorned beetles, giant bulls, ant bulls, multi-horned bulls, meteor bulls, bountiful bulls, all animals with horns, hooves, and non-hunters are classified as cattle in a broad sense by the Alliance. Xiaomi sat on the straw mat and looked at the pictures. The bodies of the cows were all mixed into dark and light blocks of color due to the old screen, but the large and small sharp corners protruded to near the top of the screen. It snorted contemptuously and said: Cow.
right. right. The most cowardly red-faced trainer Qi Qian Ai Ai said. You got it right. Let’s talk about the characteristics of cattle——
The cow has horns. Xiaomi said.
right. right. But other than that——
Xiaomi stopped listening. It likes to sleep with its eyes squinted in places with strong sunlight.
The red-faced trainer said something more about cows. Although this trainer is not the most hated by the cats, he is the most looked down upon. He is careless and has no real skills. It didn't know why the other trainers kept him. Maybe they needed him to feed the strange things in the valley, or to sweep away the feces in all the caves. Of course, he is also responsible for teaching kindergarten classes. But he is also clumsy - that is to say, he often can't even fight the newborn kittens. So how can you get the respect of cats?
Tiny little little pussy. said the red-faced trainer. Open your eyes. This is Jiao.
Xiaomi opened her eyes a little. It saw what was on the screen coiled into a blur of color. Two long, narrow, multi-pronged horns extend toward the edge of the screen.
ox. it says.
No no no no no. said the red-faced trainer. You have to look carefully. This is completely different. This is Jiao. This is very important.
ox. Xiaomi said.
The red-cheeked trainer began to speak in his stuttering accent. This is important. This is dangerous. This is different. It's not just the horns. Look at these scales, look at these tails, look at the structure of their bodies and bones -
Xiaomi wants to sleep. But the red face kept chattering. It's so hateful. It's so stupid. So Xiaomi jumped up from the ground. Its sharp claws hooked deeply into the left side of Hong Lian's neck, and then jumped on Hong Lian's back as if dealing with things in the valley. Its claws then turned in a large circle along Hong Lian's neck. What surprised Meow was that even though his face was so red, his blood was actually blue.
The next day, the red face and the blood on the training ground disappeared. A new trainer, who doesn't blush or stutter, comes to teach the cats how to recognize things. He didn't stumble when he spoke, but he was too old. He spoke very slowly and smelled of age. Such an old thing cannot win the respect of cats. However, he looked calmer than the red face.
Xiaomi leaned on the erected straw mat and stretched her two hind legs straight. While licking the gaps between its paws that had not been cleaned yesterday, it squinted its eyes to watch the old man teach. Still the same broken textbook and broken display screen.
Jiao. said the old trainer.
ox. Xiaomi said.
The old trainer gave it a slow look. He thought slowly with his burrowed head. Xiaomi especially doesn't like his smell - it only likes the strong and delicious smell of death, and the smell of aging smells very stale. He doesn't mind spending a little more time cleaning his paws if it makes the smell go away.
Hmm... The old trainer grunted in thought, like an insect whose legs had been cut off by Xiaomi, climbing up the hill with little effort. But after thinking about this, the old trainer agreed: This is a cow.
ox. Xiaomi said.
good. The old trainer repeated slowly. ox.
They continued to learn other patterns. Some cats started fighting with each other in the middle, but no one would mess with Xiaomi. Xiaomi still leaned upright on the straw mat with her hind legs, letting the bright sunlight warm her belly.
**Strange. The old trainer introduced. They are a very large category, from spirits to entities, this is the dream monster, this is the succubus——
Xiaomi opened her eyes and took a look at the thing with horns. This time the display screen happened to be faultless, and it saw the female animal that looked a bit like a big cat, but had no hair. But she had hooves and seemed to be completely bare except for the top of her head.
ox. Xiaomi said.
The old trainer looked at it slowly and said in agreement: Cow.
Xiaomi put down her paws and snored on the grass mat. The old trainer wisely left it alone. This smelly old thing lived to see its graduation after all. Yes, Xiaomi will not kill everything he dislikes, because a good hunter should not kill casually. That's just lowering yourself. Especially when hunting a particularly critical target, a ritual object of some kind, distraction is a very bad sign. Neither mature nor auspicious. For this reason, it never hunted anything else after temporarily retreating, and only lived on the emergency cat biscuits it always hated. It longed for fresh blood, the fresh, hot smell of death.
It doesn't know if that thing bleeds. Fire element. Maybe what flows out is just some fire slurry, or a small mountain of crystallized blocks is ejected. No matter what, no other blood could be shed before then, lest it make his greatest hunt less than perfect. So it doesn't want to bother with those annoying things. Those chirping monkeys, as well as cows and horses, he planned to consider what to do with them after completing the most important challenge.
But now that doesn't work. Its keen hearing can pick up the smallest whisper, and its sharp sight can discern the most secretive movements of its prey. He had taken note of those parts of the conversation which were noteworthy, that is, which hindered his hunt. He heard the talkative lazy thing trying to make the cow make a wish. Intuition gave it a gentle nudge. The cat's hunting instinct tells it that this conversation is unusual and requires it to think and be vigilant. What would that lazy thing make the cow wish for? Why did she come all the way here? ah! The answer couldn't be more obvious.
