Spirit Beast Pet Shop

Chapter 133

Although this matter is over, the follow-up process is not that simple: there are still a large group of cats and dogs waiting to be dealt with in the basement.

After all, the Special Affairs Bureau does not do this, and there is not so much manpower and material resources to spend on ordinary cats and dogs.They only took away the part that had a cultivation level. Although the other cats and dogs had undergone spiritual training, they had no cultivation level themselves, and Fang Qiuyue took them all to the rescue station.

However, this incident also took away a big sponsor of the aid station, which led to a very embarrassing situation-the aid station's funds were cut off.

Although the remaining money is enough to support them for a while, it is obviously not enough to support the day when so many cats and dogs all find adopters.

Honghua also helped, and discussed with Fang Qiuyue, and then selected a batch of cats and dogs to send to her. After she trained them, she found suitable owners for the cats and dogs.

However, because these cats and dogs are currently regarded as evidence in the incident, arrangements for them can only be made after the investigation over there is completed.Therefore, Honghua didn't need to deal with this matter for the time being, but shifted her attention to another thing she discovered during this incident.

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Honghua picked up the weasel and asked seriously, "Huangmao, don't you think you're a little too cowardly?"

Huang Mao looked at her inexplicably, and called out a few times in confusion: What are you talking about?
"Don't be stupid, I'm talking about what happened when I went to the basement yesterday. How many enemies did you fight at that time, tell me?"

She still remembered that when she saw those fighting dogs rushing towards her with their fangs bared, the weasel was immediately frightened and jumped on her shoulder.She staggered when it was hit, and almost missed Feng Yan hitting her teammate.

Realizing what Honghua was saying, the weasel immediately tensed up, but still looked around innocently, and finally saw the crow flour, and quickly stretched out its paw and pointed: it!it!Did it hit the enemy?
Flour looked over suspiciously, and stared at the weasel: This guy must be messing around again.

After taking a look, it buried its head and combed its fur again, not knowing what it was thinking.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, the weasel was even more proud: "Look, let's see!"This is also a paddle!
"Okay, don't divert your attention. I know that neither Flour nor you are suitable for a frontal battle, but Flour has been casting spells dutifully. How about you? What are you doing?"

Huang Mao looked around and couldn't find any new excuses, so he lowered his head and put his little paws on his chest, pretending to be cute.

Honghua was unmoved: "You can't go on like this. What if you encounter a battle? You can't even beat a person in the foundation stage? You have to practice. Are you not wild? Why can't you even fight?"

After being out of the nest, he wandered around in the city, first picked up leftovers, and then learned to use spells to manipulate mice. The yellow fur kept silent, and it really didn't fight much.

"Okay? It's fine if you don't object, then I'll find you an opponent to try, let me see..."

As soon as Huang Mao heard it, he immediately became energetic, stretched out his paw and pointed desperately at the half-blood Erha who was lying in the corner of the shop: That one!That's it!
Honghua looked over and was speechless: "Okay, you will find soft persimmons, right?"

Huang Mao raised his head proudly: How can this be called a soft persimmon?This is called being able to correctly judge the situation between ourselves and the enemy.

It is unreliable to count on this weasel to think for himself, so Hong Hua simply thought about it: parrot?Forget it, I don’t know how many times I’ve been hit by a parrot, so let’s let it go this time.Muffin or something?Don't bully the weak.cat?It seems to be similar to a parrot.dog?No, it's too stupid, and the fudge is so gentle, I'm afraid they can't fight.

Here, Hong Hua is still thinking, Huang Mao is already preparing to save himself.It directly aimed at the crow flour and rubbed its paws: This is its defeated opponent. Last time it borrowed the light of the parrot. This time it asked the store manager to come forward and fight one-on-one to see who is the best!

Flour glanced at it, flapped its wings and flew out of the shop.

Huang Mao didn't think much, and ran out after him.

As soon as it stepped out of the store, it didn't even stop when it saw a large flock of crows on the opposite eaves.And Flour was squatting in the middle of the same kind, turned around and gave it a "Huh?" expression.

Huangmao: ...

Its pace slowed down, paused, and froze, and then it turned around and rushed back to the store.

Honghua looked helplessly at that silly weasel, why on earth did it think it had the ability to provoke the number one hooligan in the bird world?Let's have a snack.

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In any case, the weasel still has to be trained, at least to give it some courage.

But the pets in the store didn't seem to have a suitable training object, so Honghua simply took it to the orchard to see if he could find a suitable choice.

She first found the group of large parrots to see if they could help train the yellow hair.

Because there are not many parrots of the same kind, at least they will not rush down in a large group to beat their yellow hair like the batch in the store, and there is still some room for training.

As a result, a group of big parrots lined up, stretched out their paws and touched the stiff yellow fur from head to tail, just like petting a cat, and then left satisfied.

Honghua was silent, and looked at the entire yellow hair that had become stiff.This doesn't seem to be just a matter of its cowardice. You know, back then, even noodles were afraid to face a large group of fanatical parrots.

Forget it, change to something else.

She went to the orchard to find out the group of peacocks.After raising them for several months, not only the feathers of several big birds have grown a lot, but those little peacocks have also lost their chick appearance one by one, growing neat feathers, and looking decent.

Honghua hugged the adult blue peacock and placed it in front of Huangmao, signaling them to practice their hands.

Adult peacocks can weigh up to five kilograms, weasels are generally a little more than one kilogram, and yellow-haired ones are larger, but they are less than two kilograms, which is at a disadvantage in terms of weight.

But the weasel would have been able to catch birds. With its status as a hunter, its higher level of cultivation, and its somewhat cowardly personality, this should be considered an evenly matched battle.

Hmm...probably so.Looking at the whole weasel, which seemed to have no fighting spirit, Honghua also became uncertain.

The blue peacock was not as aggressive as the green peacock, and it was a little dazed to be hugged by Honghua suddenly, and he was a little at a loss when he saw Huang Mao.

Huang Mao took a look.Um?This guy doesn't seem to be as powerful as a parrot?
Trying to wave its paw again, the blue peacock was startled and jumped back a step.

This reaction gave Huangmao great confidence, and he immediately swelled up and rushed towards the peacock.

The blue peacock, who didn't react, fought and retreated, flapping its wings in fright, bluffing, trying to scare Huang Mao away.

...It seems that I am sorry for this peacock. I will feed it more bamboo and rice later, so I can't scare it in vain.She originally wanted to clarify with both parties before starting training, but Huang Mao rushed out directly.But it should be measured, knowing it's just practice, right?
As soon as she thought this way, she saw a bird rushing out of the bushes over there, rushing towards the still proud Huangmao, and slapped it away with one wing.

Honghua:? ? ?
Take a closer look, isn't this the female peahen mixed with green peacock blood?
The peacock stopped imposingly, and honked a few times, as if announcing victory.

Over there, the yellow hair lying on the ground was about to cry: Manager, you plotted against him again!It quit!It's going back to the store!Can't stay here!
(End of this chapter)