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Why was Iron Whistle considered as an ’interesting being?

Because he was a new life form, and had super good growth ability---it was not about its body, but about its brain.

Humans needed to use around 30 years to build their whole worldview, and common animals would probably not be able to do that; as for monsters... they needed more ti along with good positions and fortunes.

Luo Qiu, who started to research these, almost had new surprises every day.

It abided by its instinct, although it had learned how to think. Luo Qiu didn’t try to lead its direction of thought with outside viewpoints.

He wouldn’t tell Iron Whistle all the content it wanted to know... For example, a mathematician could give a basic equation, but nobody knows what kind of theoretical system they could put forward.

"What are you doing here?"

...

What are you doing here?

Iron Whistle had gotten used to the sudden voice, so it acted calmly. It didn’t even want to open its eyes, rely moving his body slightly.

There was a thin blanket around its body, with the sll it enjoyed---cheese.

Also, there were so other slls that could trigger its appetite.

This was a bed in the basent---to be exact, this was the house Cheese and his family had lived. It had been empty for two days after Shu Xiaoshu and her babies were taken away by Long Xiruo’s followers.

"Killing ti." Iron Whistle gave him a lazy answer.

Luo Qiu felt that was a proper answer.

Wasn’t it? iron Whistle wore a thin blanket and its legs were spread out on the bed. Even if its heavy body bent the bed board, but from any angle, it was like a dostic cat lying in the basket after a big lunch.

"Are you full?"

"No. On the contrary, I feel hungrier. Recently I found I cannot feel full no matter how much I eat... Is this the ’desire’ you ntioned?"

"Appetite is one kind of desire."

Iron Whistle fell silent; he asked, "But why don’t I want to move even if I feel hungry? I’m sure I want to eat Cheese, but I don’t know why I can hold back this feeling when I stay here... Well, is it the ’pain’ you ntioned?"

"This place?" Luo Qiu said with slight astonishnt.

Crack.

Iron Whistle opened its eyes, looking around before saying, "It’s a weird feeling. I know it is bad for myself, but I’m unwilling to leave. Anyway, I know I will not stay here any longer."

"Why?"

"Because it’s bad to ." Iron Whistle gave him the answer as per its biological nature, "I cannot stay in a place where it is bad for ."

"Do you think you may be a threat to other beings, so they don’t want you to stay here?"

Iron Whistle was stunned, and said so, "It’s a very common thing. I need to exist, and others too. They are weaker than , so they cannot stop from eating them. If I’m weaker than them, I’ll be eaten."

"In other words, if another creature is able to expel you from this place, you won’t feel angry or hateful, will you?"

"Hateful? Angry?" Iron Whistle thought for a very long ti, then shook its head, "I don’t know, but..."

"Did you hesitate?"

Iron Whistle shook its head, "I don’t know. I think if I cannot stay here, I don’t want the one who would kill to be Cheese... Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because that will cause a lot of pain. I know sothing in my body keeps stopping ... no, I cannot stay here any longer."

Iron Whistle got out of bed; its tail lashed the bed violently, dividing it into two parts.

It suddenly roared and climbed out of the basent room.

Boss Luo then showed himself. He glanced at the broken bed, waving his hand to restore it.

Luo Qiu looked up to the thing sticking on the wall.

It was a certificate of rit that kids brought back from school. Parents tend to stick it on the wall.

Nobody knew who set this precedent.

That weekend afternoon, the sunny weather turned cloudy.

...

...

Being operated by a large amount of capital power, a gorgeous huge stage had been built half a day before the program.

Therefore, all the singers had ti to prepare... and it gave rise to the rehearsal.

Hong Guan didn’t know if he could avoid stage-fright and perform well in the studio of the TV station, let alone such a huge gymnasium.

Could only his nightclub experience calm him down?

Looking at a famous singer practicing on the stage, Hong Guan palms sweated--- ’Was it to easy-going to promise Zhong to take part in this program?’

But thinking that he had ntioned it to his pregnant wife and her admiring look, Hong Guan had to make good on his promise.

"Mr. Hong, Mr. Hong!"

Cheng Yun called him and walked quickly towards him, "Why are you staying here? Isn’t it your turn? Are there any problems? Just tell ."

Hong Guan appreciated that and smiled bitterly, "I feel... a little nervous."

’Then why did you co here’... Cheng Yun thought that, but didn’t show it. Instead, he said, "Mr. Hong, good news, I found what you asked to look for and will send it to you tomorrow!"

Hong Guan was surprised, "In such a short ti..."

Cheng Yun was complacent, "Mr. Hong, Feiyun Entertainnt is powerful! This is just a small case... Oh, do you have any other requirents? I’ll try to coordinate with you!"

Hong Guan took a deep breath and shook his head, "No... I’m going to the rehearsal! I need to pass this stage."

Under the gaze of those old stars and the other singers’ agents, Hong Guan stiffly walked onto the stage.

It was wonderful...

One day ago, he was just a street singer, singing while selling power banks on the square.

’Yiran... did you want to tell you sothing here?’

Such an idea rose up in Hong Guan’s mind, when he faced the spacious gymnasium without any audience.

...

Another man got on the stage... watching the guy under it, Wind sneered, "Enjoy yourself, because you’ll have no ti to show off."

Wind was now standing at one corner of the rooftop, overlooking this city.

Soon, a figure climbed up to the rooftop behind Wind, then walked carefully to him.

It was a human with a staff uniform, not a monster.

Well, a high-level staff.

"Wind, I’ve done it." The man said, "I’ve changed it before it was sent here. They also set it up and didn’t find anything weird."

The wind blew strongly, making sounds through the human’s clothes. Wind revealed a slight hint of a smile, "Good job."

"We’re good friends right! It’s just a small case." The human laughed.

"Right, we’re good friends." Wind squinted his eyes, "I’m eager to watch the show tomorrow..."

Wind sneered, clapped his hands, before saying, "BOOM!"

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