Fake hair balls as undercover

Creatures such as dragons have always been a symbol of evil in legends. Their fierce eyes can drive back cowardly humans, and their sharp claws and flames are enough to kill enemies who dare to challenge its prestige. The fixed impression of thousands of years makes most people have a strong impression of dragons. There is a kind of fear.

At this moment, in Noka's eyes, Al saw a trace of... Lost.

That kind of emotion is very shallow. The cub didn't even run away and form a circle to refuse to communicate to express its dissatisfaction. It just looked at him intently, and almost said: Why don't you talk too much.

A sensible child can always soften Al's heart. After all, he was not so obedient when he was a child and caused countless troubles for Joe, but the thing Noka chose is indeed too inappropriate to buy.

So, under Noka's slightly disappointed eyes, he tried to reach an agreement with a cub and said, "We can buy a smaller one."

Noka was still staring at him.

"It doesn't matter if you buy two more," he said.

Noka was indifferent.

Even if the little beast didn't do anything that surprised Al, the dark vertical pupils alone were enough for Al to feel guilty. It is obviously impossible for a treacherous parent to set a good example Before Al started his great educational career, he was tortured by his conscience.

Al silently felt the same embarrassment as Joe did back then, and apologized to Joe for the first time, saying, "Okay, that's all."

Noka spread his wings excitedly, raised his head, and proudly expressed his satisfaction.

The pair of vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and the ears were put behind the head in a completely smug look, but in Al's view, it was very cute.

He couldn't help but reached out and touched Noka's head. Unexpectedly, the cub's eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body became stiff, as if it had been fixed.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Al moved very quickly. Some rare beasts don't like to be touched, such as the head, neck, back, stomach, and tail are forbidden areas. He grew up under the palm of his hand, and Tumonti cubs like to be stroked by their trusted elders and companions, so he didn't particularly refuse.

However, Nuoka's appearance is really not like the one he is used to touching, he looks shocked.

After Al stopped, the stiff cub slowly climbed down Al's lap, then lay down, forming a dark ball.

In Al's view, this is a wronged reaction.

When the cub was wronged, he would often cry out to express his protest, and occasionally he would roar frantically to express his dissatisfaction, but Noka was really a little unusually restrained, just like Moss guessed, like a little mute.

"Noka, can you speak?" Al asked.

The pitch-black dumpling didn't want to talk to him, and kept an indifferent refusal attitude, motionless.

"If you don't speak, then I'm going to touch your little head!" When Al spoke, his palm had already stretched out to Noka, even guarding against the sudden rage of this little beast.

Modern medicine is very advanced, but neither Al nor Moss is an expert in this field. If you want to use instruments to judge whether Noka's physiology is healthy, you must at least go to Lisen to find a doctor who will not reveal the secret.

However, Noka is obviously very smart, and they don't need to use such a tactful method to judge whether he is healthy or not.

Sure enough, under Al's seemingly real threat, Noka suddenly jumped up, took two steps back guardedly, and bumped into the cradle, causing it to shake.

It seems that this cub really doesn't like being touched on the head.Ai Er silently remembered this, and still had a hateful threat in his tone, and said, "I won't touch you after you call out."

If Moss heard such ridiculous words, it would definitely turn into a scene where gangsters molested little girls, and maybe it would be accompanied by exaggerated performances.

But Noka was obviously confused, staring at Al with a puzzled and wary expression.

"Well, I want to know if there is any problem with your vocal cords." Al confessed truthfully, hoping to reach an agreement with the cub, "I am very worried about your health, after all, you have not spoken since we met."

This kind of explanation was more acceptable to Noka than the previous threats. His eyes were full of struggle and entanglement, and suddenly, in Al's expectation, he made a deep voice.

"Wow."

The cry was weak and helpless, and Noka lowered his head aggrievedly, and even spread his wings in an attempt to cover his face.

Probably, this is the expression of Noka's embarrassment.

Seeing the action of Noka's black wings covering his eyes for the second time, Al felt that he had a better understanding of dragons.This is a kind of wonderful rare beast. He will not be afraid of being treated rudely by humans, but will be ashamed of his own weak performance.

Self-esteem is strong, but also gentle and kind.

However, that whining sound was so cute, Al held back his smile, and comforted him: "It was like this when I was a child, but when you grow up, you will become a heroic and handsome dragon, just like in the legend."

It's a pity that this kind of words to coax the children did not please Nuoka. After hearing this, he immediately retracted his wings and suddenly slammed his front paws on the bed, and let out a soft "woo" sound with a fierce expression. The vicious look he had put on on purpose was instantly shattered by the sound, making him helplessly withdraw his claws, and lay down on the bed with his head down.

Those black vertical pupils raised up and stared sideways at Al, expressing small emotions of sadness and grievance.

If it was replaced by a small Tumonti, Al would definitely not be able to resist touching Noka's back, but the dragon's resistance to the touch remained in his heart, and Al could only say: "Don't be sad, The cradle has been bought and brought home, and I can see it in two days."

Of course, it is impossible to move this kind of big rocking chair to the Chuck. Al resolutely filled in the address as Suzanne's house, clicked to confirm, and comforted: "If you feel lonely, you can sleep in my cradle first."

Once talking to the child, Al's tone couldn't help becoming childish. However, the little black ball lying on the bed didn't appreciate it, and even turned his head to face him with the back of his head.

Noka must have felt ashamed of letting him make his voice, Al thought.

He is a little helpless, cubs will always have a wonderful self-awareness, and when the heroic and powerful illusions are shattered, they will be extremely depressed.

So, he said, "As an apology, how about making you a pimento milkshake tomorrow?" Although, it was Moss who made it.

However, Noka ignored it, closed his eyes and curled up as if he was asleep, and even his tail was tightly attached to his body.

"Okay, I apologize, how can you forgive me?" Al made a compromise to a clever cub.

"Wow."

Noka raised his head, looked at Al expectantly with vertical pupils, and shook the cradle with his slender tail.

Al smiled clearly, feeling that the cub was indeed a cub, and said, "Okay, you can sleep with it."

The imaginary picture of the cub jumping up to sleep in the cradle did not appear. Nuoka's expectant eyes dropped instantly, and he returned to the lying state just now, but he was not as tense as before. He exuded disappointment. Mood, the tail drooped from the cradle as if weightless, and the whole body stretched out in sleep.

Al was confused by this unexpected reaction. He really didn't understand that Noka was so interested in the cradle, but he didn't seem to want to sleep in it?

The next day, Moss discovered that Al actually went to bed early and woke up early, and appeared on the dining table of the spaceship.

Moss opened the refrigerator and asked casually, "Did Noka wake you up because of his restless sleep?"

"No." It's just that he didn't sleep all night, and Al didn't think there was any problem. "Noka is too small, and I'm afraid that sleeping will overwhelm him."

"Oh, you can change into a fluffy animal form, and communicate with Noka like sleeping with a kitten." Moss put Xiangguo in front of Al, and unconsciously used words to fight.

To be honest, Al didn't think about turning into a cub beast in front of Noka, because their appearances were too different, and Al was afraid that Noka would doubt and feel sad about his own existence after seeing his fluff all over his body. .

Al, who aspires to be a reliable elder, of course cannot treat Noka as casually as Coco.

He said: "Don't always say such things. Noka's animal behavior is very different from ours. If such a gap is in front of him, he may feel sad."

There is no way for furry rare beasts and hairless rare beasts to understand each other, at least from Al’s point of view, he prefers the appearance covered with thick down and feathers, even the beastly hairless Susanna , I also like Sensei cats with strong hair like Coco.

"If it is determined to send Noka to Seablue Planet, then we must tell them that we must find an elder who is similar to Noka."

Because of Noka, the journey of the Chuck has become extremely long. Their stays are all small transfer stations that do not require strict inspections, and they are not the only way for commercial routes. There is a possibility of rare beasts being exposed on the spacecraft. Sex is reduced to a minimum, and Al and Moss' schedules are gradually relaxing.

They have enough time to collect the information they need from the Internet. Suzanne maintains a communication frequency three times a day to update the surrounding news, and kindly reminds them to remember to read the news.

Judging from the daily broadcast of the interstellar news station, the negotiations between the Empire and the Federation have not made any substantial progress.Du Bo III's elite soldiers are still stationed in Sensai's territory, and even maintain the habit of military drills.

This battle suddenly launched by the empire shows no sign of ending.

"This monarch of the Funk Empire is a bit of a civil disobedience," Moss said.

The iron-fisted policy of the previous imperial monarchs was implemented domestically. Every time they showed the momentum to break through the federal border defenses, they would stagnate due to various accidents. The peace can be maintained for such a long time, most of the reasons are on the empire. Now, Du Bo III is likely to tear up the peace agreement and make great plans in the new era.

As a precious beast with no sense of national belonging, Al only has Seablue Star in his heart, and he has no interest in the endless battles of human beings. Those changes in the territory and laws will make their situation worse and worse, but Funk The empire has always strictly controlled the trading of ferocious beasts, which made him look forward to what the monarch would do.

He said: "Dubeau III would do more if he were willing to lower immigration standards than if he fought for the Freedom."

However, this is not possible.

A country's control over the flow of people will only become stricter, and most of the rare animals that will be auctioned on the black market basically cannot meet the minimum standards of the immigration empire.Sometimes, Al even wanted to become the director of the Empire's Immigration Bureau, but he could only hold back in the face of those complicated relationships and inspection procedures.

Moss looked at the various evaluations of Du Bo III on the news. The host's speech had pushed the monarch to the dictatorial trial stand, calling him a "sinner of history" in a long speech.

"I really admire the host of the Freedom Federation. Isn't he afraid that the Funke Empire will one day demand sanctions from the Federation in the name of 'slandering the emperor'?"

Al didn't think there was anything wrong with the host's words, "At least most of what he said was correct. People who are used to peace don't want war to happen again..."

Suddenly, the siren from the spaceship overwhelmed Al's voice.

Moss almost jumped up and rushed to the console.The Chuck is running smoothly in the Owent galaxy, and there are occasional interstellar pirates wandering around in this area, so he adjusted the early warning level of the Chuck to the highest.

"What is it?" Al also came over, the Chuck's warning would never be a passing merchant ship.

But after a while, they clearly saw a battleship, with dark blue spray paint and emblem, and they could tell at a glance that it was an interstellar cruiser of the Freedom Federation.

Moss stared at the huge ship approaching, like a giant shark in the deep galaxy, it may open its mouth at any time.

He asked: "Is our recent luck a bit bad?"

The author has something to say:

Moss told a story: Once upon a time, there was a kitten named Al, who was always late for school, so he scratched a "Chuan" on the table with his paw, telling himself that if he dared to be late, there would be such a table.Later, he was punished by the teacher to think behind closed doors for intentionally damaging public property, and he no longer had to get up early to go to school^o^

Al: I also have a story to tell.

Moss: 0.0

Al: Once upon a time there was a little mouse named Moss, and his fur was ripped off by cats for telling stories :)