Fake hair balls as undercover

"Al, are you okay, where are you?"

The sound of communication reached Al's ears. He was in the labyrinth area of ​​Hotekella, and after running quickly around those dead ends and forks, he finally got out of the range of information shielding.

Standing in the narrow labyrinth alley, he spoke the first words he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I'm fine, we'll join you right away."

The famous labyrinth area of ​​Hotkela is like a joke made by its owner to the outside world. In this era when any intelligent creature can rent flying equipment, the three-meter-high wall can be crossed from the air casually.

The only ones that can be trapped in a maze are land creatures.

Al walked towards the goal, such a winding maze could calm his anxiety about escaping.He was about to be driven crazy by the days of imprisonment, all because of the unreliability of his partner Moss.

There are still 3 minutes to the destination spacecraft.

There was still plenty of time. He stood in the last layer of the maze and said as if he had a breathing room: "Moss, I have to remind you that this is the third misinformation, and I am very angry."

As an excellent technician, Moss is really bad at intelligence analysis. He vowed to tell Al that there is a rare beast, the Huayan Bird, which has been extinct for 100 years in Hotekera, and Al will not hesitate to risk it. appeared in this place with his life in danger, and paid a heavy price.

Moss looked extraordinarily relaxed, his voice was accompanied by faint interference, "It was my fault for the misjudgment of the information, but it is also a memorable experience for us to be able to enter and exit the Dark Emperor's territory alive."

"There is no us, only me." Al didn't want to recall those painful days anymore, "I still have 2 minutes to arrive at the scheduled location, get ready, and set off immediately."

As long as he thinks about what the Dark Emperor has done to him, he doesn't want to stay in Hotekella for a moment.

The cruel ruler of the gray zone had a cold aura all over his body, and every movement made Al feel scared.

Moss confirmed the response time, and said relaxedly: "I didn't expect you to have the opportunity to escape without disturbing anyone. I thought you could only change back into a beast and tear the Dark Emperor apart, and fly back with wings!"

Al sneered and said, "Then my appearance will be played in a 24-hour loop on the interstellar network, and then I will appear on the headlines of major media?"

"Isn't that cool, 'Rare and strange beasts are alive, and the human crisis is coming again', I'll help you think of the title, when the time comes..."

"Moss."

"Cough, low-key, low-key is the best." Moss's joke stopped abruptly, "Don't be too nervous, according to my news, the dark emperor will come back tomorrow at the earliest."

The entire Hotkela is in an unsupervised state. This seemingly primitive and harmless planet, in order to achieve the purpose of hiding the dark emperor, the outside world is always surrounded by a layer of fine meteorites, which shields the signals of biological existence. It looks like The abandoned Saturn has been abandoned for many years, so their spacecraft can quietly approach this overlord's private territory.Now, the owner of Hotkela is doing a routine inspection, and there is no equipment that can search for Al in the interference signal sent by Moss.

Al suppressed the anxiety in his heart, "I hope so."

Al's adult animal form can fly, even in such a huge maze, he can reach Moss's location within a few seconds.

but……

He looked up at the sky. The top of these mazes is covered with surveillance cameras belonging to the Dark Emperor. As long as he appears from above, even if he will not be attacked, his image will be frozen into video data, which will be sent to the optical brain for review. .

This was not the development Al had hoped for.

"Moss, expand the interference, and in 30 seconds, I can..." Al's voice suddenly stopped, his breathing froze, suppressing all his own voices.

Moss on the communicator hadn't noticed any abnormality yet, his voice was relaxed and he was about to happily celebrate the completion of the task, but the excited and noisy tone suddenly fell silent.

Al's hearing was so sensitive that he could pick up slight sounds hundreds of meters away, and he heard the sound.It was the footsteps of the soles of custom-made leather boots hitting the floor of the maze. The owner of the boots did not deliberately restrain this arrogance, allowing this knocking sound to represent him as a warning to the creatures in the maze.

The cloth blown by the wind makes a strong and soft sound, as if accompaniment to the rhythmic footsteps.

Hotkela's master, Dark Lord Dre, returned to his castle early.

He has a laid-back look, and he has just returned from a routine inspection. His shiny black hair is bathed in the artificial sunlight of Hotekella, and he is wearing a strict dark black trench coat.The dark and deep eyes pierced through the maze wall, as if locking on the prey, and walked in the direction he decided without hesitation.

To him, the labyrinth of Hotekella was as familiar as the corridors in a castle, those winding dead ends never confused him, and Dre's choices always led to the most correct destination.

Then, here he is.

Drey's cold expression was finally tinged with tenderness. He looked at the white hairball creature that had cornered him and cornered him.Its stupid movement of stretching its short legs trying to climb over the wall obviously pleased the unsmiling Night King.

He bent down and gently picked up the trembling hair ball, letting it leave dirty paw prints on the fabric of his arms and chest.

With an imperceptible smile in Dre's voice, he asked, "Baby, why are you here?"

This is... the fourth time that Moss has given Al a wretched tip with unreliable information.

Although compared to the number of missions in the past, the "four times" mistakes are completely within the allowable range, but Al decided - he must hang Moss up to have a good time when he goes back.

Then, he trembled all over, silently moved a position, but was grabbed back by a pair of hands.

"Honey, be good." A cold voice came from the top of Al's head, accompanied by the touch he was most afraid of, the warm palm touched his neck, his back, and then his tail.

Al kicked his legs, jumped out, and ran to the farthest corner of the living room.

"My lord, it seems that hating cats is really not suitable for domestication." The voice of the housekeeper Linster who witnessed the whole process was full of laughter, "This is the third time it has resisted."

"The third time?" Drey looked at the fluffy white cat curled up in the corner from a distance, sweeping the ground with its big fluffy tail, "No, it's about the eighth time, but..."

The young ruler stood up, and his boots made crisp footsteps, each of which made Al prepare to flee in panic.He looked around, waiting for an opportunity to escape, but Dre held his tail with one hand.

Once caught by the tail, Al will be very quiet. If it is an adult beast, he will definitely blow a strong wind, breaking Dre's ribs.It's a pity that he is just a minor now, and his tail is his deathbed. Usually Dre can touch it unconsciously. After being held down, Al can only try to hold back the anxiety and violence rising in his heart, so as not to expose His murderous nature.

"It will get used to it." Drey let go of his hand in satisfaction, and squatted in the corner to observe his beloved pet.

"I didn't expect adults to be so interested in hating cats." It was the first time Linster saw Dre express such a great interest in a low-IQ pet.

Dre picked up Al, who had calmed down, and held him up at eye level, "This is not an ordinary hater, Linster, the information you checked does not match its characteristics."

The housekeeper was a little surprised when he heard this, "The cat is the closest species to it in the database. It has fluffy fur, a long tail, an IQ lower than 5, lives alone, and is afraid of people. I think it is because of its nature that it is so afraid of you. .”

Dre held Al in his arms, gently stroking the fluffy body in his arms, "Afraid?"

His movements avoided Al's tail, keeping the quiet beast from struggling to escape.As if he heard something interesting, he deliberately plucked Al's pointed ears.

"No," he said, "it's not afraid of me."

This is not the first time Dre has kept pets, but it is the first time he has encountered a little thing that dared to resist him. It looks so weak that one hand can easily strangle it to death, but in fact it is so capricious and has a bad temper. It has never been really afraid. over him.

The only thing the hated cat was afraid of was Dre stroking his tail.

"It ran out by itself?" Dre returned to his seat and placed Al on his lap.He returned to Hotkela early, not expecting to find his pet in the maze.

Linster stood respectfully, and said apologetically, "I didn't take good care of it, please punish it, sir."

"You see, if you know how to escape, your IQ doesn't look like it's lower than 5." Dre was happy with his discovery, and didn't think about punishing his housekeeper.

Al, who was as quiet as a cat with a low IQ and hates cats, curled his ears back when he heard these words.

He usually pretends to be docile, just to make the Dark Emperor, who is keen on challenges, get tired of him as an ordinary creature as soon as possible.

Although covered in fur, Al thought that his cub form was nothing special. There were at least seventy species of creatures in the interstellar world with white fur and fluffy tails.

Now, he began to think about how to be a low-IQ disgusting cat.

Linster asked: "Maybe the escape was just an accident. Judging from its usual performance, its IQ is not high."

Drey disagreed with the butler, "It's the smartest guy I've ever seen, because it won't do things that stupid beasts would do."

Dre: It doesn't lick its fur in front of people.

Al licked his paw, even though it was embarrassing to do such a thing while sane.

Dre: It doesn't show a faux pas.

Al stretched and even made a rude grunt.

As if surprised by the continuous accidents, Drey raised his eyebrows and tried to say: "Beasts with high IQs are like it, and they don't like others to touch their tails."

Al lay in Drey's arms, as docile as if he had fallen asleep.When Drey felt that this grumpy and cunning guy would repeat his tricks and confront him, a smile rose in his heart, and he reached out to touch Al's tail again.

In an instant, he was counterattacked by swiping his claws!

"Hiss—" Drey let out a low cry, and subconsciously let go of his arm.

"My lord!" Linster was terrified by the pet's sudden madness. "These creatures all carry viruses. If it is a species that has not been recorded, the unknown germs it carries will threaten your safety! I will call the doctor right away. "

"No need." Dre didn't take these minor injuries to heart.

Al fell to the ground and stood firm, staring fiercely at the man who dared to touch his tail. Regardless of whether the words just now were a test or unintentionally, he would never become a docile pet.

Perhaps, the temper should be a little more irritable?Al's fur exploded like a fluffy ball.He has seen many beasts that cannot change form, and the reason why rare beasts are called fierce beasts by the outside world is also because of their strong aggressiveness.

As if he had found the key, Al acted like a wild beast, ready to give this man another claw at any time, even with his tail erected to enter a fighting state. If it wasn't for his unwillingness to roar, he would have acted more realistically.

As if observing, Drey squatted beside Al, trying to capture him with his hands.But Dre's actions were like teasing a pet, and he even let out a nasty laugh when he saw Al's slapping his claws in response.

Suddenly, Drey caught Al very quickly.

Before the snow-white fur ball could recover, he lightly slapped his palm on the buttocks of this vivacious and disgusting cat, making his pet tremble all over.

Al was stunned, he had lived for 120 years, and no one dared to touch a hair on him, let alone spanking!

Drey took Al's blankness as submission, and held Al in his arms in satisfaction, and motioned to the butler, "Look, sometimes all you need is a little punishment."

Linster saw Dre carefully clamping the limbs of the white hairball, but it was struggling like crazy.Linster frowned slightly, and said helplessly, "My lord, you can't condone its bad temper."

Drey indifferently let the scar on his hand become red and swollen, and responded with great interest: "It's just not used to being touched by my tail. I will let it get used to it."

Al, who was caught by four claws, broke down.

This cannot be used.

He has to go!