That night, after enjoying the grand welcome party of the Romir tribe, Lianyue returned to Blue Star with a full harvest.

In the second half of the night, the tribe's routine salutation of life had stopped, and everything seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and there was silence all around, except for the sporadic sound of insects.

In a hut, a baby leopard is lying on a straw mat with its belly turned up, pillowed on its brother's belly, purring and sleeping soundly.

There is also a large silver leopard cub beside it, the silver-gray fur is very soft, curled up and half-lying to sleep, when you look at it, you know that it is the king of meows.

Suddenly, King Meow opened his eyes suddenly, his vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and he turned his head lightly to carefully observe the situation in the room.

The space in the hut is not large, except for some sundries, it is only about ten square meters of space, which can barely accommodate a family of four. It glanced at its sister lying in its belly, and quietly shifted its position to let the little one lie down little by little.

After some careful operation, the little guy's little belly bulged and he slept very sweetly.

On the other hand, Apa who had turned back into a beast and was lying on a straw mat had fallen asleep after taking medicine at night, and Eminem had also changed back to his beast form, and a snow-white long-haired cat curled up into a small one and snuggled up around Apa's neck.

At this time, the silver leopard cub had quietly stood up, walking lightly, the soles of its feet lightly stepped on the ground, without making a single sound, its steps were very confident, and it did not look back at a step, and it was not worried about being found at all.

"Rustle" twice, the little guy gently pushed open the grass door of the hut, and his footsteps were very fast, and he rushed out at once.

Little by little, the moonlit meow king revealed his form, and he stood at the door of the hut, pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and when he found that there was nothing unusual, he took another step and walked deeper into the tribe.

The moonlight in the second half of the night was very bright, sprinkled on the earth, and there were layers of glow.

The speed of the meow king is very fast, but the cat's steps are very steady, in this silent and uninhabited night, dressed in moonlight, he actually walked out of an extraordinary show, but unfortunately, no one can appreciate it.

There was another "rustle" sound, and I saw King Meow scurrying into a hut around the square.

The room was very dark, but it didn't seem to be a problem for the meow king, who had excellent night vision. It tilted its head back and walked gracefully, searching the hut for its target.

Soon, after some closer inspection, it jumped onto a stone platform, buried its head in a clay pot, and sniffed its target, a fist-sized piece of shell beads.

The clay pot was so deep that it needed to reach half of its head, and it stuck its little paws in and struggled to catch the pieces of shell beads. This process is a bit laborious, the little guy is lying on the edge of the clay pot with one hand, and the other hand is laboriously pulling the shell beads, and he plays with it all at once, and then falls down again without paying attention, making a muffled sound.

"Huh?" The people in the hut let out a dazed moan, as if they were still half-asleep and half-awake.

Hearing the movement, the little guy didn't dare to move at all, his whole body froze there, and only his little paw scratched twice.

It was only when the man had fallen silent again, and the hut fell silent again, that the little one began to move again. After a long time, he understood that it was very difficult to stretch out his claws to fish for shell beads, so he simply stopped, jumped slightly, and stuffed his whole body into a clay pot, piling up a solid meat.

The little guy opened his mouth wide and let out a silent meow, and then he looked down and sniffed the piece of shellfish beneath him.

Because of the previous movements, Bei Zhu smashed down in the clay pot a few times, and dropped a few crumbs and powders, relying on what he vaguely heard during the day, he intuitively felt that these were good things.

For a long time, King Meow, who had taken a closer look, lowered his head, and did not waste it, his little pink tongue stretched out, licking it little by little along the traces of spilling.

The more he licked the little guy, the brighter his eyes became, and his movements kept speeding up. After licking the spilled powder and crumbs, he was still a little dissatisfied, and opened his mouth wide to bite the shell beads. However, although this battle was large, it did not bite anything, thanks to its sharp teeth, but it also left two marks on Bei Zhu.

The little tongue curled, and he licked the shell bead powder stained on his teeth with satisfaction, and the little guy gnawed faster and faster. Soon, the fist-sized piece of shell bead was visibly gnawed down to the size of a fingernail.

The little guy also kept moving, his eyes were shining, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he was very excited.

In this way, unconsciously, the little guy swallowed most of the shell beads, but he didn't mean to stop at all, but the movements on his mouth came faster and faster, and little by little, like a wind-up doll, it gradually began to be wrong.

"Whew~~~" A whole shell bead went down, the little guy seemed to wake up, the little tongue unconsciously licked the flesh pad of the palm, and the mouth made an uncomfortable whimper.

"Wow~~" The voice gradually became high-pitched and became poignant.

The people in the room were awakened by such strange noises, and sat up suddenly, desperately scanning the surroundings with wide eyes, trying to catch the source of the strange sounds.

It's a pity that the little guy can't pay attention to it at all, its little body curls up in the clay pot, and it keeps twitching, its face is distorted and full of pain, and even the clay pot can't bear it, it can't stop shaking, making bursts of noise.

Hearing the vibrating of the clay pot, the man in the room groped his way to his feet and strode towards him.

Before he could get closer, he heard a bang, a muffled sound from the clay pot falling to the ground. I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, the moment it fell to the ground, the clay pot did not break, but bounced on the ground a few times and collided back and forth, hitting the corner of the stone platform, and then it shattered.

Accompanied by the sound of the clay pot shattering, there was also the sound of shards piercing the flesh, and it hurt just to listen to it a few times in succession.

But the little one didn't feel it, and his little body was still rolling and twitching on the debris all over the ground, and his expression was extremely painful.

"King Meow?" The man in the house approached, and then he saw what it was that broke into the house and made a strange noise, and asked.

It was the voice of Hilda the priest.

In response to her, there were still only rolling convulsions and painful howls from King Meow, and she noticed the fragments of the crockpot under King Meow, and looked up at the clay pot that was originally placed on the stone platform, and there was one missing inexplicably, so she realized what had happened.

"King Meow!" She stretched out her hand and picked up the little one, stretched out her hand to comfort it, but found that the little one's limbs were twitching while switching between animal legs and human legs, flashing back and forth in a second, very unstable.

This is, evolution?

Hilda's eyes were a little suspicious, she had presided over many cub evolutions in her life, she had never seen such a situation, even if the head remained the same, the changes in the limbs were also back and forth, and it seemed that it was stuck in a certain link and stagnated. It's so weird!

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she suddenly raised her head, strode in front of the stone platform, rummaged through it, and found that the clay pot containing the shell beads was gone, and the fragments of the clay pot under her feet seemed to remind her of something.

"Did you eat the pearls?" Hilda's eyes were terrified, and she handed the small body of the meow king in front of her, grabbed its small neck, and asked.

"Whew~~~~~" The little guy's voice was very painful, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he seemed to be very laborious.

"Beizhu!"

Hilda was a little nervous, she had never seen what it would be like to take the Pearls Evolution. This meow king did not show signs of adulthood earlier, and the amount of shell beads taken like this far exceeded the amount that Lian Yue said, and the current scene was far beyond her control.

"Woo!!!" She took a deep breath, put her fingers in the ring ten, put it to her mouth and blew a trumpet.

Suddenly, as if the whole tribe had suddenly woken up, there were gradually human voices around them, and soon the nearest tribesmen rushed over.