The moment the rope was put up, a system prompt immediately rang in Liang Yiming's mind—
Bird's Mouth: [Detected that your personal item has had extensive contact with target Little Y., successfully locking onto the target for you.]
Bird's Mouth: [Now conducting compatibility check between the target and your strategy character...]
At this moment, the chubby orange cat in front of him finally woke up.
Disturbed from its sweet dream, the orange cat became agitated, letting out a low growl of "meow~ meow~," extending its sharp claws from its front two paws, swiping fiercely at Liang Yiming's chest.
Liang Yiming hurriedly dodged to one side, causing the orange cat's claws to miss, landing on the floor and effortlessly scratching three deep grooves into it, as if a blade slicing through bread.
Glancing at the grooves on the floor, Liang Yiming's breath caught; had he not dodged in time, his guts might have been shredded.
At this moment, the system prompt in his mind rang again—
