Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

The macaw buried its head in its food, eating and drinking heartily. Its feathers twitched occasionally with satisfaction, and it took bouncy little steps, clearly extremely pleased with this "induction feast."

To Qin Ming's surprise, this guy would start showing off his talents as soon as his eyes met Qin Ming's.

Initially, Qin Ming had high expectations for the parrot's live speaking performance, until the parrot uttered a sentence in perfect pronunciation—

"Water! Water! I'm so thirsty!"

The hoarse, rough voice, like that of an old smoker, shattered Qin Ming's initial intention to raise a polite little bird.

Seeing Qin Ming frozen in place without reacting, a glimmer of understanding flashed in the macaw's eyes. It roared again in an even louder, more hoarse voice, "I want water!!"

This is a little bird with no problem with IQ, but a problem with EQ.

Qin Ming's eyes were vacant as he tried to convince himself not to stoop to the level of a fool.

Before the other person could take a deep breath and prepare for the third round of loud noise, he quickly handed over some water.

Fortunately, the space stone contained all the necessary supplies. Qin Ming unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle, poured the water into a shallow basin of suitable diameter, and handed it over.

Perhaps it was the food that made the macaw less wary of Qin Ming's approach. It buried its head and gulped down several mouthfuls, clearly very thirsty.

Upon closer inspection, many of the feathers, which should have been vibrant, were disheveled and covered in dust, clearly indicating the hardships of surviving in the wild. As Qin Ming looked at them, his gaze softened unconsciously.

Just then, the macaw suddenly raised its head and met Qin Ming's kind gaze, its little beak opening wide.

"Call me Daddy!"

"..."

The gentleness in Qin Ming's eyes froze instantly, turning so cold it was almost murderous.

The macaw's head was suddenly covered by a tuft of greenish-blue feathers. It tilted its head and carefully analyzed Qin Ming's facial expressions.

A moment later, he changed his address and said, "Dad!"

It's still that crisp, sweet loli voice!

Qin Ming almost spat out his water.

Seeing that the call had finally received a clear response, the macaw suddenly realized what was going on and launched a series of clear and melodious "Papa! Papa! Papa!" like a machine gun, which never stopped.

Qin Ming felt his blood rush to his head, his toes awkwardly digging out a three-bedroom apartment inside his shoe, and his facial muscles contorted uncontrollably.

"Cough! Cough! You, you eat properly! Don't talk while eating or sleeping!" He desperately tried to wink at Keda.

Fortunately, Keda was reliable enough. He flapped his wings and went forward, using his natural command over birds, gesturing and cawing, to finally persuade the macaw, who was still eager for more, to stop the family reunion.

Qin Ming's gaze wandered, not wanting to look at the macaw's pitiful little eyes; he felt his brain buzzing.

Some sounds, even after they've stopped, will keep playing in your head on a loop.

This macaw's call, especially that series of "Papa"s, is incredibly powerful!

Qin Ming's expression wouldn't recover anytime soon.

He silently took out his phone and searched for "Macaw Care Tips". The first highly-rated comment that caught his eye was:

"Forget about disturbing the neighbors, if it roared in the neighborhood at night, it could turn on all the lights in the building!"

Qin Ming made a brief assumption in his mind: with the macaw's vocabulary and its unique vocal range for "father" and "dad," coupled with this level of volume, what if it were to unleash its power late at night in a quiet home...

He will perform a miraculous disappearance from the face of the earth on the spot.

Shaking his head violently to banish the terrifying image from his mind, Qin Ming decisively opened a shopping app and frantically placed orders for all sorts of soundproofing cotton and soundproofing panels.

Then, he pulled Keda aside and solemnly began to explain in detail.

Qin Ming only felt slightly relieved after Keda's eyes also filled with the same solemnity, and he realized that this matter concerned the reputation and peace of the entire team.

"Quack~" Keda suggested, "Let the duck live in the wild for two more days, explain all the rules, and once it passes the test, we'll see if we want to bring it home."

"That would be perfect!" Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting his mind at ease.

Keda nodded in deep agreement. He completely understood the assumption that the Spirit Master Society would die—he didn't want to lose face in front of his friends either; he had his pride too!

Watching Keda leave in a hurry with his newly acquired "language genius," Qin Ming, burdened with worries, embarked on his journey home.

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At home, all is peaceful.

However, the corner of the cabinet that he had just carefully filled in and restored to harmony and symmetry was now quietly missing again!

Qin Ming sighed as he turned his gaze to the chubby boy who was leisurely strolling around the living room after his meal.

"Little Fatty, why are you being greedy again?"

With Qin Ming's current wealth, he naturally didn't care about the intrinsic value of those few low-level spirit stones. What he cared about was the backdrop!

This is an artistic achievement that he painstakingly selected from a pile of stones of various shapes and sizes, choosing those with matching outlines and harmonious colors. After repeatedly adjusting their positions and density, he finally achieved a balance between scientific rigor and natural harmony.

Is this easy?! It's extremely difficult!

But now, this perfect composition has been ruined again!

Is this the Venus de Milo with missing arms?

Qin Ming frowned as he looked at the turtle, suspecting that Little Fatty was up to something. Perhaps Little Fatty had overheard him talking behind his back about being overweight, or perhaps he was expressing his dissatisfaction because the spicy baby lobster he ate outside yesterday hadn't been brought back.

Some things can't stand up to scrutiny; the more you think about them, the more guilty you feel.

Upon hearing the question, Little Fatty stretched lazily, yawned, raised his head, and looked completely innocent and composed. "Um, it wasn't dried out~"

Qin Ming's smooth train of thought stalled. Given Xiao Pang's personality, if he had done something like this, he wouldn't stoop to lying.

Cangxuan and Keda left early this morning and haven't returned, so the house is haunted!?

Qin Ming's expression shifted between surprise and uncertainty. Little Fatty looked over knowingly, pointed confidently towards the desk with his short, stubby front paws, and declared decisively, "The computer ate it, the turtle saw it!"

Qin Ming: ! ! ? ?

Qin Ming suddenly turned his head and looked at the laptop that was still running the program diligently and whose screen was flashing a faint blue light. His brain was momentarily blank.

He thought that since he hadn't gotten a result after so long, there was a bug in his program code, or that the amount of computation was indeed beyond his imagination, causing the process to be slow.

I didn't even dare to think about the possibility that "the computer or the program activated itself"!

This……

If this is true, then it's absolutely fantastic!