Chen Yang interrupted decisively and said with great interest: "I found something more interesting."

"Pang Dun, if you want to go, just go by yourself."

The fat on Fatty's fat face was shaking, and he trembled: "But..."

Chen Yang waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say anything more, and his attention was 99% on the winged cat.

In just two words, the winged cat turned into a white light and swept behind the giant tree that grew horizontally.

After just two or three breaths, the white light flashed again, and the winged cat once again swept out from behind the giant tree, flickering away into the distance.

With Chen Yang's eyesight, he could clearly see that the winged cat was holding a large lump of golden stuff in its arms, running around and licking it with its little pink tongue.

Chen Yang looked strange when he saw this scene.

...He is actually still a greedy little cat.

"I'll go over there and take a look."

Chen Yang stopped talking nonsense and chased the little greedy cat in the direction where he disappeared.

Taking two steps forward, Chen Yang paused and added, for the sake of Fatty's good licking along the way: "If there is any danger, run this way."

As he spoke, Chen Yang didn't bother to look at Pang Dun's grateful expression, and chased the winged cat in the direction where it disappeared.

"Okay~"

Pang Dun beamed with joy, then started gearing up, and finally shouted uneasily at Chen Yang's back in a low voice: "Brother, don't run too far."

Chen Yang didn't hear the last words at all.

While following the traces left by the winged cat, his Yin Shen magic power soared into the sky from above his head.

The magic power of Yin Shen has not formed a visual image. If it were like a fountain, rushing to the highest point and then flowing down, it would be like wearing a pair of goggles on Chen Yang.

From Yin Shen's perspective, a curved and jumping trajectory suddenly appeared in the tall grass where there was no trace at all.

Sometimes it runs, sometimes it leaps, sometimes it glides, sometimes it flaps its wings...

Chen Yang followed it leisurely.

After a short while, which was about enough time to finish a cup of hot tea, Chen Yang stopped.

Ten steps away, from the back of an open stone, a clear spring gurgled out.

The winged cat squatted by the spring, holding the golden thing in its two front paws, burying its head in and licking it, and from time to time it let out a pleasant "meow" sound.

That golden thing was not exactly honey as Chen Yang thought, but resembled a whole piece of honeycomb.

The structure of the honeycomb is like a piece of wafer. Sandwiched in the gaps is full of golden honey. As the winged cat feasts, the rich fragrance spreads.

God knows how this cat managed to take out a man's lair while the swarm of bees were still there.

Judging from its skillful look, I'm afraid this isn't the first time it's done this.

In contrast, people, including Pangdun, were confronted with bees, but how could they be made to look foolish by this cat?

Chen Yang didn't do anything bad to disturb the cat's meal. He crossed his arms and watched the winged cat eat half of the honeycomb in one go. Then he carefully placed the remaining honeycomb on the stone and straightened it with his little paws, for fear of fear.

It looks like it fell.

After doing this, the winged cat dipped half of its body into the spring water and bubbling out. After washing enough, it kept licking its fur and paws.

He is also a greedy little cat who loves to be clean.

At least I know that brushing your teeth and washing your face after meals is not the right thing to do.

Chen Yang saw that it had finished eating and stepped forward.

He didn't hide it intentionally, he just took a step. He just broke a small branch under his feet, and the feathers on the winged cat's tail exploded.

"Meow~"

"Hululu~~"

The winged cat turned its head, leaned down, and purred menacingly from its throat. It looked fierce.

"It's quite fierce."

Chen Yang relaxed his hands on both sides of his body and strolled forward without stopping. He even cast his gaze provocatively on half of the honeycomb, acting like a cat trying to snatch food from its mouth.

The next second, the winged cat stood up, ready to pounce, then turned around and ran away.

With a chirping sound, only a streak of white light was left. The short legs kicked in the air, the wings flapped, and the mouse scurried away.
Chapter completed!