Chapter 373 Xiaobao: Stupid two-legged beast, you really make me angry!

At this time, Lu Wenwu had become completely famous.

It's not anger, it's holding it in.

He bit his lips hard, got down from the chair and sat on the ground beside him, hammering the soil of the arena hard.

Mr. Lu is really feeling very miserable.

Even if this is your own little cat's dark history, you should never laugh.

But mainly.

This is really hard to hold onto.

Even if Lu Wenwu knew the reason clearly,

Due to the differences between different creatures in terms of intelligence level, living environment, racial characteristics, etc., each creature has different views on mate selection and different definitions of "beauty".

In the eyes of cats, the most beautiful female cat is undoubtedly the calico, which is recognized as a beauty in the cat world and is on the xp of all male cats in the world.

The top male cats are not recognized by the female cats.

But in China, there is no doubt that female cats generally prefer the tabby cat type.

He has a strong and agile posture, a well-proportioned body, and beautiful and eye-catching fur. He is simply the Daniel Wu among cats.

Of course, this is just a simple way of saying it.

Cats make this choice, and it's not just a matter of aesthetics.

Or perhaps cats' definition of "beauty" is completely different from humans'.

The "beauty" in the eyes of cats is basically based on the instinctive reaction of wild animals, and is limited by limited wisdom. It is an optimal solution that is close to instinct and is obtained by integrating many factors.

Pattern, body shape, health, muscle level, reproductive ability, hunting ability.

Everything exists to serve the beast's instincts.

After all, it is unrealistic for small animals that have not even developed intelligence to form a unique definition of beauty.

But Xiaobao is different.

At that time, it was not an ordinary cat in the true sense. It was a smart cat that truly possessed wisdom and could be considered an intelligent creature!

This makes it completely different from its fellow species who have no intelligence and only have instincts, and it has its own views on choosing a mate and aesthetics.

If intelligent cats were to develop and evolve on their own from nothing, they would eventually form a group.

Then there is no doubt that they will inevitably develop their own unique aesthetic standards due to the times.

The more embarrassing thing is

Such species currently do not exist on the Blue Planet.

Even some large and well-established demon families have been greatly influenced by the two-legged beasts in terms of XP due to years of coexistence with humans. Mr. Lu, who knows many animal friends, has a lot to say about this.

This is not to mention Xiaobao, a cat that grew up freely in human society.

so.

It is actually a very sad story about Xiaobao, who was once a royal cat, being rejected by Lihua.

From a human perspective, the British Shorthair, a round and furry little creature, is extremely cute. It is a standard template cat that is full of bipedal stereotypes.

But in the eyes of real cats, they don’t think so at all.

Among the agile cats, Eddie Peng has a tabby cat, and among the cats with eye-catching colors, Liu Yifei has a calico cat. These two are more popular and favored by cats.

In fact, in a sense, Xiaobao is still relatively lucky.

The beautiful little idiots who were bred by crossing Norwegian Forest Cats and Maine Coons because of human aesthetics, and the Ragdoll cats whose fighting power is almost equal to zero, are the true interpretation of what it means to be disliked by cats.

In the eyes of a cat, this thing is probably the same as an extremely fat and extremely ugly goblin.

The type that will be hissed at if you get close to it, and will definitely be beaten by other cats if you are not familiar enough with them.

Imagine this.

If you are a weak saint, and suddenly a three or four meter tall goblin with waist circumference about the same as height appears in front of you, walks unsteadily, has intelligence equal to that of a mentally retarded person, and is covered with hair, tries to do something shameful with you with a smirk on his face.

What a horrifying sight that would be.

This is probably what Ragdoll cats look like in the eyes of other cats.

Lu Wenwu had already guessed why Xiaobao chose the tomboy image when it transformed. Perhaps at that time, it wanted to escape a little.

Even if we look at this matter now, it is totally not worth it to get angry with a group of wild cats that have not yet developed intelligence.

But at that time, Xiaobao was just a simple little female cat with intelligence, wasn't she?

This is really a dark history!

Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu suddenly understood why Xiaobao was unwilling to talk about this.

The shame level of this thing is no less than reciting in public the blackened words you posted on Penguin Space when you were in elementary and junior high school.

cough.

"Damn it! Stop laughing!"

Xiaobao clenched his white and tender fists tightly and waved them back and forth, shouting loudly in dissatisfaction.

"You promised me before!"

"I don't have any. Really. I don't have any."

Lu Wenwu's expression was extremely distorted at this moment, and the blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible.

He clenched his right fist with his thumb raised, and after attaching the Demon God's War Spear, he was stabbing it violently into his abdomen. Blood holes appeared one after another and kept healing, looking like a shower head that was not flowing water smoothly.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mr. Lu tried to use the pain to divert his attention.

But unfortunately, after years of fighting experience, he has basically become immune to this level of pain.

It cannot be said that it has no effect.

It worked, but the reason for it working was different from what I expected.

This incident mainly diverted my attention and had nothing to do with the pain itself.

"Speaking of which, what happened next?" Lu Wenwu began to change the subject. "You couldn't have already transformed by then, could you?"

The story is only halfway told and not yet completely finished.

"Of course not, how is that possible?"

Sure enough, the kitten sighed and continued talking.

"That being said, the Forbidden City was, after all, situated on the largest dragon vein at the time, and I was nominally a tribute cat to the royal family. Being able to share a trace of dragon energy from the dragon of national destiny, even if it was unconscious, greatly accelerated my cultivation path."

"Plus, I was completely pissed off by that idiot at the time, so I completely gave up on that thought. I started consciously looking at the moon, trying to become more powerful, catch more mice, and eat more cakes from the women in the harem."

"Soon, I found myself becoming increasingly intelligent, my physical fitness becoming stronger, and my perception of the surroundings becoming more and more incredible. With just a flick of my ear, I could hear everything in the vast Forbidden City."

"Most importantly, during one of my daily moon-watching sessions, I received a heaven-sent Emperor's Flowing Juice, officially embarking on the path to demon transformation."

Speaking of this, Xiaobao's eyes revealed reminiscence, and he missed the past.

"That was the last pure Emperor's Blood that could be produced by the Blue Star, which had already entered the Dharma Ending Age. How could I have done that?"

"On the night of Gengshen, the moon shines brightly, and within it lies the Emperor's fluid. It is shaped like countless olives, with thousands of golden threads threaded through it, dangling down to the human world. Foxes, ghosts, and demons who eat it can manifest their supernatural powers." Lu Wenwu subconsciously added, "Maomao has eaten it, too."

Maomao's extraordinary journey began when he got a drop of Emperor's Oxygen in a copy.

This is enough to be considered a sacred object in the demon world. Even the great demons who have entered the god-ascension stage will covet it.

"Nonsense, of course I know Maomao has taken it too." Xiaobao rolled his eyes at Lu Wenwu. "You don't really think Maomao is as outrageous as you, that he can make rapid progress without any guidance, right?"

"Can't I?" Lu Wenwu scratched his head in confusion. "I've fully utilized the resources I provided to Maomao. Hey! Why did you hit me?"

Xiaobao pulled back his fist in anger and rolled his eyes, "Idiot, Maomao just regressed to his ancestral state and gained spiritual intelligence. He didn't suddenly become Einstein!"

"A puppy that just gained wisdom, let alone cultivation, can't even recognize words! You can only do such a stupid thing as letting it cultivate on its own! Meow, you really are a genius!"

"Do you think I go to Lingtian Mountain and Dragon Mansion just to sleep? Isn't it nice for me to sleep on the Jianmu climbing frame at home? It's all to help you take care of Maomao!"

"No, you have to give me a massage three times a day, half an hour each time, for at least a month as compensation! I'm so pissed off!"

Lu Wenwu: “.”

He didn't know why, but after being criticized like this by Xiaobao, he always felt like that heartless scumbag.

After having a child, he left the child to his wife to take care of, and then he went out to have fun.

Although this is completely false, why is there such a strong sense of déjà vu and guilt?

After thinking for three seconds, Mr. Lu decided to "swallow his anger".

So as to avoid being beaten by the cat again.

After continuing to complain about the stupid things Lu Wenwu had done for a while, Xiaobao continued to talk about his own past.

"As for the Emperor's Flowing Juice, you know its effects. It's a top-notch treasure that can at least increase your cultivation by a thousand years, and it can also greatly enhance your cultivation talent and potential. So, back then, I, who knew nothing at all, made a big fuss."

"When I regained consciousness, I found myself being taken home by a kind, smiling old man. It was he who guided and taught me how to embark on the path of cultivation."

"That old man's surname is Lan. He's a very powerful old Taoist priest. His naming ability is even more abstract than yours. The name Lanbulu was given by him."

"I really don't understand. How could a super-old antique who lived from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, who spent over two thousand years immersing himself in poetry and literature and even taught at the Jixia Academy, come up with such a ridiculous name?"

"Well, maybe Mr. Lan wanted to combine Chinese and Western styles?" Lu Wenwu tentatively guessed, "It seems that traditional Chinese cat names might not be suitable for you at that time?"

Xiaobao briefly recalled the many traditional names for "Li Nu" in China.

Judging from its characteristics, it will most likely be named something like Dark Cloud or Black Jade.

If we take into account the old naughty character of Lan Laodao, we might name it "Blue Cloud Covering Snow without Snow" or "Blue Indigo Blue Cloud Roaring Iron" or something like that.

Meow!

Don’t do that kind of thing, meow!

After Lu's interruption, Xiaobao suddenly felt that the name Lanbulu was not bad.

"Okay, never mind that. Anyway, at that time, I went from being a cat living in the palace to a cat living in Taoist Lan's house. Every day, I was urged by Taoist Lan to learn a lot of things that only humans should learn."

"Due to the Emperor's Flowing Blood, it will soon be time for me to transform."

"At that time, I was thinking that since my original form would be disliked by the local indigenous cats, and if I were to transform into a woman according to my original gender, it would be very inconvenient in that era, so I might as well transform into a man!"

Xiaobao was moved by his genius idea from that year. He raised his head proudly, his cat-like eyes filled with pride.

"As expected, after I transformed, I immediately became a famous handsome young man in the surrounding area. Every dignitary who came to visit Old Lantou would praise me and say that I was a handsome and talented man."

"After Old Lantou announced that I was his grandson, those guys all rushed to arrange their beautiful girls for me to marry. Even the Zhu family sent eunuchs to try to get me a son-in-law!"

"It's just that Old Man Lan was quite dissatisfied with my transformed appearance and kept muttering to me for a while."

Lu Wenwu: “.”

I think Mr. Lan must have felt very sad and angry about this matter back then.

The cute and caring little boy suddenly turned into a handsome little boy.

Where can I find justice in this?

It would be strange if the old man didn’t complain about it!

If I were to be honest, if I were to choose, I would also want a traditional, sweet, and soft little cat girl that is full of stereotypes from human literary works!

In this matter, Lu Wenwu still understands Mr. Lan very well.

That's probably similar to the feeling that Sass had when he saw his cute little peanut daughter in Boruto's youth arc, and saw her suddenly transform into a short-haired little gangster a few years later.

"Shit shoveler, you seem to be thinking about something impolite." Xiaobao glanced at Lu Wenwu sharply.

Mr. Lu immediately looked at his nose and said righteously, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Well. Tomboy is not bad either, she has a unique kind of beauty and is also pleasing to the eye.

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"Speaking of which, Master Lan's purity, oh no, his cultivation should be very strong, right?"

"Immortals on land, gods on earth, half a step to ascension."

"Hiss, it's so terrifying! After we ascend, will I be able to..."

"cannot!"

"Why? You know, I just want to have a sparring match with the old man. Your grandfather is my grandfather, isn't he? We're all just that, buddies!"

Xiaobao put away his previous angry expression, all his arrogance and mischief, and became more serious and solemn than ever before.

Only at this moment did it finally slowly coincide with the image of the guardian of China that Lu Wenwu had once had in his mind.

"The old man had a fortune-teller read before the apocalypse of the dungeon, and then he died. He didn't live to see the dungeon system arrive, nor did he live to see the flourishing era of spiritual energy revival."

"Before he died, he had only one last wish—the old man hoped that after his death, I could protect this land of China from future turmoil on his behalf."

"At the time, I didn't understand why he would say such last words when Shenzhou still had several old antiques like him."

"When the Zhu family's empire collapsed, and China marched towards a republic amidst chaos, and suddenly encountered the apocalypse, and Shenzhou, despite everything being so promising, nearly fell apart for an almost absurd reason, destroying the country and the family, I finally understood what the old man said."

"Fortunately, I finally lived up to your trust."

(End of this chapter)