Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 634 Floral Chain and Silver Lighter
In its original nature, Mimi would not be interested in the conversation between the talkative lazy thing and the cow.Although she is one of its mission targets, she is not important now.She might be very talkative too, and she might be able to pull out a knife or something, but she's just a cow.Killing a cow is hardly a hunter's honor, and if he walks around with her head in his belt, that worthless piece of shit will be smelly and limp in a few days.No, the cow is as stupid and worthless as the monkey, they are both dull, and the latter is arrogant.

It learned about these species from an old toddler textbook.That book had cultivated many killers, and perhaps it had been robbed and beaten by someone, and the lower center of the screen would become blurred from time to time.Its trainers do not see the need to spend money on perfecting this kind of early childhood education.They appear astonishingly ignorant of scientific parenting and follow the process completely perfunctorily.The goal of the trainers is: the killers sent out cannot lash out at the spaceship in the sky, or chase the transport vehicle as an animal.

Little Mimi.said the red-faced trainer, who stammered a bit.Look at this, it's a cow.

There are really all kinds of cows on the screen of the children's book.Beetle, Giant Bull, Ambull, Multi-horned Bull, Weather Bull, Plenty Bull, all horned, hoofed, non-hunting animals that are classified as cattle in a broad sense by the Federation.Xiaomi sat on the grass mat and looked at the pictures. The bodies of the cows were all blurred into a mass of dark and light color blocks due to the old screen, but the large and small sharp corners protruded near the top of the screen.It snorted contemptuously and said, "Ox."

right.right.Said the cowardly red-faced trainer Qiqiaiai.You are right.Let’s talk about the characteristics of cattle——

Bull horns.Xiaomi said.

right.right.But other than that—

Xiaomi is not listening.It likes to sleep with its eyes squinted in strong sunlight.

The red-faced trainer said something about the cow again.Although this trainer is not the most hated by the cats, he is the most looked down upon. He is talkative and has no real skills.It didn't know why the other trainers kept him, maybe he needed him to feed the weird things in the valley, or to clean up all the excrement in the caves.Of course, he is also in charge of teaching children's classes.But he's clumsy—that is, he's often outmatched even by newborn kittens.So how can you get the respect of cats?
Little little little mi.said the red-faced trainer.Open your eyes.This is Jiao.

Xiao Mi opened her eyes a crack.It sees things on the screen coiled into a fuzzy blob of colour.Two long, narrow and forked corners extend to the edge of the screen.

Cattle.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.

Cattle.Xiaomi said.

The red-faced trainer began to repeat the emphasis in his stammering tone.This is very important.It's dangerous.This is different.It's not just horns.You look at these scales, you look at these tails, you look at the structure of their bodies and bones—

Mi wants to sleep.But Redface chattered.It's just too hateful.It's just so stupid.So Xiaomi jumped up from the ground.Its sharp claws hooked the left side of Red Face's neck deeply, and then jumped onto Red Face's back like it was dealing with something in the valley, and its claws made a big circle along Red Face's neck.To Meow's surprise, even though Redface's face was so red, his blood was actually blue.

The next day, the red face and the blood on the training ground were gone.A new trainer with neither red face nor stuttering came to teach the cats to recognize objects.He didn't stumble when he spoke, but he was really too old, he spoke very slowly, and he still smelled of age.Old stuff like that doesn't command the respect of cats either.He looked calmer than Redface, though.

Xiao Mi leaned on the erected straw mat and stretched her two hind legs straight.While licking the crevices of its paws that hadn't been cleaned yesterday, it squinted to watch the old man attend class.It's still the broken teaching material and the broken display screen.

Jiao.said the old trainer.

Cattle.Xiaomi said.

The old trainer took a slow look at it.He thought slowly with his head that was about to sink into the ground.Mi especially didn't like his smell - it only liked the strong and delicious smell of death, and the smell of aging was very stale.He doesn't mind spending a little more time cleaning his paws if he can make that smell go away.

Hmm... The old trainer grunted in thought, like a bug whose leg had been cut off by Xiaomi, struggling to climb a little bit.But after this period of thinking, the old trainer agreed: This is a cow.

Cattle.Xiaomi said.

good.The old trainer repeated slowly.Cattle.

They went on to learn other patterns.Some cats started fighting with each other in the middle, but no one would mess with Xiaomi.Xiao Mi still leaned straight on the straw mat with her hind legs, letting her belly be warmed by the bright sunlight.

Essence drinker.The old trainer introduced.They are a very large variety, from spirits to entities, this is the dream monster, this is the succubus——

Xiao Mi opened her eyes and glanced at the horned thing.This time the screen happened to be fine, and it saw the hairless female, who looked a bit like a big cat.But she had hooves, and seemed to be bald except for the top of her head.

Cattle.Xiaomi said.

The old man trainer glanced at it slowly, and said in agreement: cow.

Xiaomi lowered her paws and snored on the straw mat.The old trainer wisely left it alone.The smelly old thing lived until it graduated after all.Yes, Xiaomi will not kill all the things that are not pleasing to the eye, because a good hunter should not shoot casually.That's just self-deprecation.Especially when hunting a particularly critical target, some sort of ritual object, distraction is a very bad sign.Neither immature nor auspicious.For this reason, it hasn't hunted anything else since its temporary retreat, and survives only on the emergency meow biscuits it always hates.It craves fresh blood, the fresh hot smell of death.

It doesn't know if the thing bleeds or not.fire element.Perhaps it was just some fiery liquid, or a small mountain of crystallized lumps that spewed out.At any rate, no other blood could be shed before that, or that would make its greatest hunt less than perfect.So it doesn't want to bother with that annoying stuff.Those chirping monkeys, and the cows and horses, it's going to think about what to do with them after it's done with the most important challenges.

But now that doesn't work.Its keen hearing picks up the slightest whisper, and its keen eyesight picks up the most cryptic movements of its prey.It had noticed the notable parts of the conversation, that is to say, the parts which hindered its hunting.He heard the lazy, talkative thing make a wish to the cow.Intuition pushed it lightly.Meow's hunting instinct told it that this conversation was unusual and required it to think and be vigilant.What would that lazy thing make a cow wish for?Why did she come all the way here?ah!The answer couldn't be more obvious.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone.

　　Get some monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)