Chapter 8 Kitten? (Revised) Shut up!

The fluffy ball is all puffed up, in every sense of the word.

It tried to dart away, but the little zombie was very strong, and in the end, it only ended up struggling like a pupa in the little zombie's arms.

The little zombie watched it wriggling around, its hands starting to stiffen in frustration: "Ugh..."

The furry ball immediately quieted down and even propped itself up to gently rub its head against his face. But this act of being cute and affectionate only lasted for two seconds before it turned its head and started barking at him again.

The little zombie quickly figured out why it was making that noise.

A creature with a brown body, a round head, and a ring of dark brown down around its neck approached him.

This creature has a short snout, large and round amber eyes, and a very noticeable ring of small black hairs around its eyes, as if it had eyeliner on, making it look very pretty and cute.

It walked up to the little zombie sitting on the ground, plopped down, and asked, "What are you?"

Upon hearing this, Maotuan let out a howl and pounced over. Because Maotuan had been acting cute earlier, the little zombie's grip loosened, and Maotuan shot towards the ground like lightning.

The two fur balls instantly rolled into a ball, each biting and kicking the other, rolling all over the ground.

"You think you can beat me now? Dream on."

"Awooo!"

"Wow, you can't even speak anymore? How pitiful, hahaha."

"Awooo!!!"

By the time the little zombie realized what was happening, the creature had already pinned the fur ball under its rear end and was laughing arrogantly, "Oh dear, look at you, you pathetic sight. I could laugh for a hundred years."

The little zombie ran over, reached out and grabbed the scruff of its neck, pinched the scruff of its neck and lifted it down, then scooped up the fur ball that was pinned to the ground.

He held the fluffy ball protectively in his arms, staring at the beautiful, furry creature.

The little guy placed on the ground looks like a short-haired cat, but his limbs are very thick, and he has a ring of long, unusual-colored fur around his neck that cats don't have. I don't know where he came from.

It froze on the ground for a moment before suddenly shivering as if it had recovered from a malfunction.

It looked at the little zombie with its big eyes and said in disbelief, "How dare you treat me like this!"

The little zombie didn't want to pay any attention to it.

He placed the fur ball on his belly, gently stroked its head, and then used the cloth he was carrying to wipe it with the water he had exchanged.

The system spoke up at just the right moment: [Host, it's fine.]

Previously, Maotuan bumped its head and bled profusely, which looked particularly terrifying.

But now that the bloodstains have been wiped away, not only is there no wound, but even the scar is nowhere to be seen.

The little zombie touched the spot where it had been injured, very gently.

The furball looked up at him, shook its head a few times, then squinted and leaned closer, placing its face in the little zombie's palm as if to say, "I'm fine."

Here, a zombie and a fluffy ball of fur are having a heartwarming moment, while over there, a fluffy kitten turns its head away with utter disdain.

Its dark brown tail swayed behind it, but no one paid any attention to it for a long time.

It snorted and got up to walk towards the farmland.

"Hello."

The little zombie looked at the fluffy ball in its arms, which was resting with its eyes closed, and they didn't even glance at it.

The brown kitten's whiskers twitched with anger, and it raised its voice: "Hey!"

Still, nobody paid any attention to it.

The brown kitten had never been treated like this before. It raised its head, turned around, lay down on the ground, and remained silent and still.

Meanwhile, the system's voice was softly ringing in the little zombie's mind.

[Host, that thing used something to disguise itself, and my current level isn't high enough to analyze it, so I don't know exactly what kind of creature it is.]

It glanced at the fluffy ball in the little zombie's arms, paused for a moment, and then said, "[It shouldn't be dangerous.]"

This is a one-sided judgment by the system. It simply feels that if the creature of unknown origin were an enemy, the furball wouldn't be resting so peacefully.

The fluffy creature clearly knew the cat-like creature, but unfortunately it couldn't speak, otherwise it could have asked it for clarification.

Thinking of this, the system suddenly had a flash of inspiration: [Host, you can make it your pet!]

That cat-like creature is also an intelligent being, and it can even talk; it's most likely a rare species.

However, the little zombie shook its head, just like the fur ball had done before.

"No!"

[Oh? Okay then.]

The fluffy cat had a fight with the brown kitten. Although it lost, it was fortunate that it wasn't injured.

For the past few days, it had been sleeping while being held by the little zombie, but today it stubbornly slept only at his feet, and every now and then it turned its head toward the little zombie's back, obviously worried that the little zombie might be struck by lightning.

It had only been an hour since the lightning struck, but that hour felt incredibly long. The little furball was exhausted and fell asleep almost as soon as it closed its eyes.

It was still dark.

Aside from the initial shout, the system remained calm throughout, but in reality, it was in a state of extreme panic.

The examination results showed that there was nothing unusual about the little zombie, but after observing it for so long, it also discovered why it had always felt that something was wrong with its host.

—Too lively.

The little zombie feels more like a living person than before.

It needs to be examined carefully.

The furball and the system were both quiet, but the zombies didn't get tired, nor did they need to rest or sleep.

So when night fell again, only the little zombie remained in this dark space.

He stared at the farmland in front of him with his eyes half-open, just like countless nights before.

Suddenly, a slight rustling sound came from the ground.

The sound was very faint; if it weren't for the zombie's excellent hearing and the fact that it was very quiet here, the little zombie wouldn't have noticed it at all.

He didn't move, but instead opened his eyes wide and looked toward the location where the sound came from.

It's those few plots of farmland.

Three meters away in the farmland, a figure was twisting and turning, seemingly digging in the soil.

The little zombie looked at the fluffy ball sleeping next to him, then at Tian. After tilting his head and thinking for a long time, he finally got up and walked over.

The zombie had no aura of life, and the figure itself was also very nervous, so it didn't notice that the little zombie was already very close to it.

"There's nothing here..."

Just as it took a long breath and was about to pull its paw out of the soil, it looked up and saw a bluish-gray face.

"Ugh—"

The little zombie swiftly pinched its mouth shut, silencing the scream.

The brown kitten's tail stood up, and once it recovered, it immediately used its hands and feet to pull its mouth out of the little zombie's hand.

Its whiskers twitched, and just as it was about to say something, it met the little zombie's eyes.

Those eyes were clear and black, devoid of any emotion. At first glance, they seemed eerie, but the brown-furred kitten inexplicably understood what the little zombie meant and lowered its voice: "Why are you scaring me!"

The little zombie stared at it for several seconds, then blinked blankly.

The system wasn't working, so he couldn't understand what "scare" meant.

But his reaction was seen by the kitten as simply not wanting to talk to it.

The fluffy little creature with its beautiful fur immediately became unhappy. It turned its back and sat down directly in the mud.

At this moment, the two fields planted with pansies are full of small green shoots, and several morning glories are almost fully grown, with green vines winding around the bamboo tubes that help them climb. It is estimated that flower buds will sprout soon.

The brown-furred kitten was sitting in the corner of the field where the morning glory was growing, next to a small hole it had dug, which was just out of the way of the morning glory plant.

Because it was facing away from the little zombie, its long tail draped over the white sand, creating a striking contrast between the dark and light colors.

Its tail is thicker than a real cat's, and the tuft of fur at the end is the same color as the fur on its neck. Because this tuft of dark brown fur is longer, the whole tail looks like a small dandelion, or... a cat toy.

The little zombie stared at it for a while, then couldn't resist and quietly stuck out a finger to poke the tip of its tail.

He moved very gently, and the kitten probably felt ticklish, so it flicked its tail twice.

The little zombie looked at it again, and a few seconds later, it reached out again—and poked it.

When the fluffy "cat toy" started swaying even more, the little zombie's eyes widened almost instantly.

While the little zombie was staring intently at the tail hair, the tail's owner quietly turned his head away.

It glanced at the little zombie, looked away and turned its head, but its tail did not retract. Instead, it swung its tail more vigorously and reacted faster than before. Each time, the tail would deliberately slow down and then suddenly swing away just as the little zombie was about to touch it.

The little zombie had no idea it had been tricked.

So one of them chased after the other and poked the tip of the tail, while the other swung the tail, and they played like that until the middle of the night.

The two little ones were having so much fun that neither of them noticed the red mist slowly gathering towards the farmland.

As dawn broke, the brown-furred kitten swiftly flicked its tail from the left and raised it high to the upper right. Seeing that the little zombie had missed its target once again, it immediately tilted its head back triumphantly and snorted.

—Then it met a pair of large, scarlet, diamond-shaped eyes.

A mouth appeared on the bald head of the fluffy ball, with a subtle curve at the corner of its lips.

It squinted slightly and glanced sideways at the kitten: "Hoo."

The little zombie saw the tip of the brown tail in front of him explode into a ball in an instant.

"Shut up, ahhhhh!"

The brown-furred kitten darted away like the wind, and in an instant, the two fur balls rolled into a ball again.

Just as the little zombie was about to step in to break up the fight, he suddenly felt a strange fluctuation, as if something unseen had pushed him.

The two furry balls, who had been punching and kicking each other, stopped at the same time and looked towards the farmland.

The crop has been detected as ripe; please proceed to harvest it.

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