Chapter Twenty-Three: The Hope of the Star-Pickers

The three star-picking horses suspected of "borrowing corpses to resurrect their souls" woke up faintly, except for the faint stripes on their faces, they did not immediately show any difference from before.

Anima looked at the four horses' faces and hesitated visibly. But after two breaths, she still clasped her teeth and said, "You have joined my Star Picking Clan." ”

Prior to this, neither Anima, nor Red Shanta, nor the other Star Picking Demon Clans had spoken to the four of them from the human realm. The humans in Zhang Ning's world would still talk to animals even though they knew that they couldn't speak, while the Star Pickers didn't regard the Star Pickers from the human world as objects they could communicate with at all, and they didn't accept them until they had markings on their faces.

But this sentence is very strange, since it is possessed by the soul of the deceased Star Picker, then why use the word "entered" instead of "return"?

"Baizig. Anima said and turned to lead the way.

The three star-picking horses should have understood, and followed closely behind Anima, and Zhang Ningan walked quietly at the back.

After a long day's journey, they returned to the camp where Zizig was. All the star-picking horses gathered here, and they silently watched the horses that came by, their expressions showing no joy or sadness.

Zhang Ning secretly slandered to himself, this is to hold a welcome party, why does it look like a funeral?

As soon as the four of them walked into the herd, the horse demons of the Star Picking Clan began to scramble, up and down, smelling - if they were still in human form, Zhang Ning's goosebumps would spread all over the camp.

After a tea time, the ceremony is over. Four new horses were sent to the "tent" of the Qizig......

......

"If there is power, give the generation, will lead. "The stout new horse demon snorted and snorted in a slur and upside down.

"Enough, this is...... Letter, should. The second star picker stumbled and coughed.

The third star-picking horse opened its mouth and let out a squeak—the markings on its face were so faint that they were almost indistinguishable.

Zizig gasped heavily, his eyes closed.

Anima's eyes show disappointment, but she turns her gaze to the foal.

"Wo, womenlai, let's come, be fed......" The foal was a little slurred at first, but soon spoke fluently, "Big Bird chases, and then ...... here"

Zizige's eyes widened, staring at the foal.

"Two evil eagles from the human realm?" Anima asked solemnly.

"I don't know, I ...... soon after I was born," said the foal timidly.

"Pick the stars and make ...... Where the wisdom is, the ancestral forest prays for blessings...... I can't be enlightened, and the star pickers in the human world are not my kind...... Send, send to diplomatic ......" Zizig said her will with difficulty - although time was short, as long as there was a breath left, she would still be the Zizig of the Star Picker.

"But this little foal ......," Anima asked, hesitantly.

"Little Pony Treasure is left, he has been blessed by his ancestors, his wisdom has been opened!" Red Shanta rushed in.

Zhang Ning was secretly happy in his heart, sure enough, the pitiful eyes before he came in were not in vain, Hongshanta had been eavesdropping outside, and the Holy Mother was the best at turning the tide at the right time!

Zizig closed his eyes, panting more and louder.

"Grandma Qizige, the 'Zulin Prayer' was originally the last chance for the congenitally deficient clansmen, but now it seems that the foals are easier to obtain spiritual wisdom, and in the future, our foals should be sent to the ancestral forest to open their wisdom after they are born!" said Hongshanta solemnly.

Zhang Ning also felt that these words were reasonable, well-founded and restrained - as the next Zizig's best friend, isn't it natural to interfere in politics?