The Rat's Warning Trick

Anyone who heard about a cat chasing a mouse for a long distance would subconsciously judge that the cat harbored ill intentions toward the mouse. This had nothing to do with morals or ethics, but was merely a judgment of instinct and logic.

Hearing Ding Dang Ear's interrogation, Black Cat somewhat awkwardly averted his gaze, drifted for a few seconds, and only then thought of another way to change the subject. "What you're saying is so funny, hahaha... By the way, how did you spot me? Is it some kind of magic belonging to rats?"

Although he was not born as a professional mouser, Zheng Qing still had some confidence in his ability to conceal his tracks. Especially since he had paid the price of an inferior talisman for it.

There was no reason why a little rat could so casually see through the magic effect of a talisman!

Ding Dang Ear did not immediately answer the young scholarship student, but instead stuck that slender branch it had just pulled from between its crotch into the soil at the mouth of the tree hole, making the black cylinder point diagonally toward the sky, and then reached its claws back between its crotch, rustlingly beginning to fish around, looking exceptionally proficient.

While fishing around, it said to Black Cat in a disdainful tone, "How did I spot you? What a joke... Do you even need to use magic to spot you?"

"With those two bloodshot eyeballs of yours, you could blind me from across a public square. What cat goes around running and tracking with its eyeballs staring that wide... looking like it's terrified people won't see it!"

Black Cat silently lowered his eyelids.

Ah right, he had forgotten that his eyes were a bit abnormal right now—perhaps the next time