628 Thunder Peak

Rollie meowed a few times before she reached out curiously and grabbed the cat by its neck. She held it up and asked, "Which street did you come from? What breed are you? The pattern on your head looks so cool. I wish I had it too."

She learned this from the MDT.

It was obvious that the yellow cat was not blessed by a golden apple. It looked at Rollie in confusion. She had a pair of ears like the ones it had, but she was very different in other aspects. Soon, it recognized the silly cat's smell and language, realizing that they were of the same race; it began to show her respect—well, it was not necessarily because of her smell and language. Not like one could figure out the worldview of these cats. Even Hao Ren had yet to figure out how the strays in the Southern Suburbs got along so well with Lily.