Change jobs, pet beast!

"Splash splash~~"

Within the realm of the mind, three semi-transparent cards floated in mid-air, surrounded by a soft, shimmering light, seemingly merging with the sea of ​​the soul.

Jiang Mo felt a sudden stirring within him—he could now use the Trainer Level 2 exclusive ability "Weakness Prediction" at any time, for a period of three times, and then stop after using it up.

[Weakness Prediction: A trainer's signature skill, predicting a pet's weaknesses. This can be used to correct a contracted pet's fighting habits or to find opportunities for critical hits against rival pets.]

(The longer you spend with your pet, the easier it is to predict its movements. Combined with the Trainer's Level 1 Authority "Synchronization," you'll achieve twice the results with half the effort.)

Jiang Mo smacked his lips.

Unfortunately, there was no synchronized tuning.

There are old cranes, but there's no way to borrow them.

However, this is only a Level 1 wish box, what more could you want?

If you really want to be high-class and sophisticated, deal with Lao He's difficulty levels 3 and 4, and you can bring home mountains of gold and silver!

"Hey! Chu!" (≧∀≦)♪

Jiang Mo received the gift box very quickly, her thoughts passing by in a flash.

Inside the room, round, chubby little black mud penguins waddled around on their short legs.

One moment it would approach the wall and tap or touch it with its beak, the next it would tilt its head and examine the only wooden bed, its bright black eyes unable to hide its curiosity.

"In our human world, this layout is called 'bare walls'."

"It means they were very poor, struggling every day just to have something to eat, and their lives were very hard."

Jiang Mo completely ignored the dense muddy footprints in the room, squatted down and asked with a smile:

"Would you like to build a mud hut in the backyard, or live in one with me?"

"Mud, mud, mud!"

The little black mud penguin pointed at the wooden plank bed, almost speaking in its eagerness.

"..."

Jiang Mo hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Mud penguins usually sleep standing up, and it's best to squeeze in with other mud penguins.

This belly-to-belly contact not only locks in heat but also provides a sense of security.

Niwan was isolated, and he mostly slept alone.

but……

But it's heavy clay!

They themselves are unaffected by gravity, but it is their masters who bear the risks.

Although your master possesses beast-transformed hands, it's impossible for them to be active 24/7. He's far from being a legendary super immortal...

"mud!"

The little black mud penguin still wanted to give it a try.

Jiang Mo sighed and agreed.

With such a precious pet, who else would we pamper if not it?

"Click!"

Unsurprisingly, as soon as Niwan jumped onto the bed, the wooden plank broke, and the entire bed collapsed with a crash.

"Mud..." (ó﹏ò｡)

The little black mud penguin was about to cry.

When it lived in the colony, the other penguins were afraid of it. When it was young, it didn't understand, but now that its owner is teaching it, it is slowly understanding that this is called "gravity".

But... it's really inconvenient.

As long as both feet are off the ground, when applied to other objects or living beings, the object itself will not feel any obvious changes, but the target will bear dozens or even hundreds of times the pressure.

If you happen to encounter a small pet, and before you know it, you sit on it and it dies... Where can you go to apologize for that?

"It's nothing, it's just a piece of wood. It was going to be replaced anyway, so the sooner it's replaced, the sooner we can enjoy it."

Sensing the little guy's distress, Jiang Mo quickly threw the broken planks into the kitchen to leave for the old crane to use as firewood.

After some comforting words, the little black mud penguin calmed down and suddenly showed a determined look.

Decided!

Let's just live in a mud hut!

I won't cause any more trouble for my owner!

Having made up his mind, Niwan swayed and immediately headed for the back door, acting with remarkable speed and efficiency.

"This little guy..."

Jiang Mo was both amused and exasperated.

The unwavering resolve of Niwan at that moment even reached the soul through "heart sound".

It's genuinely afraid that if it accidentally crushes its only owner while sleeping together, it will cry for a very, very long time...

"Chirp chirp chirp! Chirp chirp chirp!"

In the backyard, the little black mud penguin is working hard.

It deliberately chose a spot directly opposite the back door, estimated the distance, dug through the soil with its claws, gathered its small wings together, and moved its round body back and forth.

Occasionally, he would lose his balance and fall flat on his backside into the dirt, but he would just shake his head in a daze, get up, and continue working.

Jiang Mo crossed his arms and watched with great interest.

The soil in the backyard was originally dry and cracked, severely lacking nutrients.

But where the little guy stood, cool moisture kept seeping out, and a warm, damp scent of mud spread out.

Soon, the hard soil crumbled and came back to life, and when you looked again, it had transformed from barren and desolate land into a wet and soft muddy area.

"mud!"

The little black mud penguin suddenly stopped, tilted its round little head, and slowly looked around at the newly renovated land.

Those clear eyes sparkled, showing no sign of confusion, but rather a gentle sense of contentment.

Long live the farmers!

Long live the master!

That should complete the foundation; now it's time to build the nest!

The little black mud penguins rubbed the wet soil into clumps, building up low walls one handful at a time.

Every now and then, it would bend down and use its soft belly to press down the mud layer little by little, making the loose mud smooth and dense.

If it finds a crack, it will wiggle its head from side to side and immediately bring over some fine mud to fill it.

Silently, drops of luminous sweat trickled down its wings and claws and onto the soil.

Jiang Mo leaned against the door, her gaze gentle.

Mud balls and farmers are indeed a perfect match.

The "soil-moistening aura" that ordinary mud penguins possess is an innate talent that keeps the soil within a 1-meter radius constantly moist and soft.

Promoted to a natural ability, greatly enhanced.

In addition, with its inherent power of "turning sweat into dew", Niwan is essentially a walking fertilizer bag.

"Hey!" (´⌣`ʃƪ)

Half an hour later, after confirming that his masterpiece was flawless, Niwan puffed out his little chest and proudly flapped his wings twice.

The mud nest is done!

Master, look! Look!

A solid, thick ring of mud wall was built up layer upon layer, with the top cast into a rounded arched dome that completely covered the top of the nest.

Niwan waddled in, squatted down, and turned around. Her eyes met Jiang Mo's by the door, and she immediately flapped her little wings, happily showing off the little nest she had built herself to her master.

"Not bad, not bad, you're very capable. This mud pit looks really nice."

"Nichi~"ヾ(≧▽≦)♪

The little black mud penguin waddled out of its mud nest, then pointed to the open area outside the nest, chirping incessantly.

"You mean to ask if all this land belongs to you?" Jiang Mo smiled and said, "Of course."

"But let's not work hard today. Get a good night's sleep, and we'll start cultivating the spirit fields together tomorrow morning."

"Chirp!" The little black mud penguin nodded vigorously, looking forward to tomorrow's work.

"Young master, this old servant has bought a bottle of antidote, a bottle of odor-eliminating ointment, a new pot, and some other pots and pans..."

"Oh, the wooden plank bed is ruined? Perfect, I ordered two rattan beds and a dining table, they'll be delivered to my door soon."

He Zhifeng strolled to the backyard and saw the perfectly round, exquisitely small mud pit. He was taken aback at first, then gave it a thumbs up.

The Firehound was utterly shocked, never expecting that the little guy could create such an exquisite and secure nest.

In contrast, the haphazardly dug earthen pit in the front yard was dilapidated, drafty, and looked just like a filthy pigsty.

"Muddy chirp, muddy chirp!"

The mud ball suddenly rushed into the front yard.

Dog is its predecessor.

It's just a small favor to help a senior colleague build a nest.