With the vegetables and rice, Lao Yang climbed the tree and sat outside the tree house, just as the manufacturer was equipped with tables and chairs, he put down the dish and sat on the chair, and ate while blowing the wind.

The environment on the trees is very comfortable, the wind blows the leaves and makes a swishing sound, such as listening to the clear waves, at sunset, the birds return to their nests, and the birds chirp.

Lao Yang thought about it and remembered a good poem:

Spring embroiders feathers, twilight to the bamboo forest. The forbidden garden is full of flowers, and the river bridge is crying across the trees.

Good poetry, good poetry!

He gave himself a round of applause.

The birds flew down when they felt his breath, and the first of them was the couple parrots that flew to his side, and they were jumping on the small table and making chirping noises as if to greet him.

Yang Shubao nodded at them after eating the soft and glutinous potatoes: "Okay, I know that you are here, can you not run to me in the morning in the future?"

The couple parrots ignored him, continued to bark blindly, and didn't know what they were calling, and they were all very happy.

Next, another group of nest weavers fell, they were small, and they began to jump after landing on the floor and on the table, so that a group was calling a group of people to jump, and Lao Yang's meal was lively.

He used the couple parrot as a band and the nest weaver as a dancer, and then he felt that his surroundings had changed.

Gradually, more birds fell, and dozens of birds roosted on the roofs and decks of the treehouse, and the occasional chirping sounded crisp and pleasant.

Suddenly, the bird flapped its wings and flew up, and two larger figures appeared, and it was two African falcons that landed one after the other.

Yang Shubao made a piece of salted meat and gave it to them, and the two birds came up and opened their mouths to peck at it, and quickly swallowed the salted meat slices into their stomachs.

'Whoa', a pile of bird droppings landed on the deck.

Lao Yang was anxious, he suddenly realized one thing, although there are more birds, although they are very ornamental, but they will poop indiscriminately, and the birds are rectum, which they can't control themselves.

The tree of life has a huge demand for nutrients, and the bird droppings will be absorbed by the roots after they land, so the underside of the tree is still clean and hygienic, but the tree house cannot absorb it, so it will not take long for the birds to stay on the tree house.

So he waved the birds away from the treehouse: "Don't be here, don't be here, you go and stay on the branch next to you, don't be here." ”

The birds were scared away, and when he returned to his chair and sat down, they flew back again.

The Warcraft Elves have not domesticated these wild birds, nor is it necessary to domesticate them, so they don't understand Yang Shubao's words at all, but they can feel the breath of the Tree of Life on Lao Yang's body, so they like to get close to him.

Lao Yang was out of options, he thought about it and ran to call the civet over.

The civets were taken to the treehouse and the birds fled in fright, and even the falcons did not dare to stay here, but they poked their necks and chirped twice before turning and flying away.

Looking at the clean treehouse, Yang Shubao laughed, and he beckoned to the civets and said, "You guys just stay here and stay with me." ”

A civet cat walked over with light steps and rubbed his head against his knee, and Lao Yang began to pet the cat.

When he reached the cat's belly, he suddenly noticed that the cat's belly was a little big, he picked up the musk cat and looked at it, and found that it was pregnant.

He looked at the other civets, and all five of the female cats in the pack were pregnant.

Jill told him at the time that the civets had never given birth since they were in captivity, and that now they were all pregnant, and that it was apparently a change in circumstances that had restored their natural instincts, and that they were beginning to expand their colony.

The inheritance of genes is the most powerful thing in nature, as long as the conditions are right, the first choice of both animals and plants is to expand the scale of genes.

The sun sets, and Yang Shubao lights a candle.

Some phototaxis insects came into the house, and he was struggling with how to get rid of them, when several wasps flew in, and when they encountered the flying insects, they opened up, bit them to death, and dragged them away.

The Tree of Life is silent at night, and the birds no longer make sounds, except for the occasional rustle of leaves when a few birds fly.

With the freshness of the trees and the scent of the civet, Yang Shubao slept comfortably this night.

But he woke up as soon as it was dark, and the early birds had worms, and this was not just a saying, as soon as the fish belly white appeared in the east, the tree of life became a mess, and the chicks squeaked, and the adults flew out, and it was called a noise.

"Go to bed early and wake up early without sudden death. Yang Shubao rubbed his eyes and stood up, facing the East Pillar of Optimus.

Since coming to the sanctuary, his body has reached an unprecedented state, healthy, energetic, and full of energy, and he feels like he can really do it seven times in one night.

The elves also woke up, and John pointed to a ball hidden in the lush leaves and said optimistically, "City Lord, we are about to have another companion." ”

The Poké Ball is protected by the Living Tree with branches and leaves, making it difficult to spot unless specifically searched.

There are dozens of Poke Balls scattered on the entire Tree of Life, but most of them are relatively small, and yesterday Yang Shubao searched for the largest one that could be found to be the size of a basketball, which is still early to mature.

The Poké Ball John found was much larger, half a meter in diameter, surrounded by twisted and luxuriant branches covered with leaves, and the Poké Ball itself was green, so it was very hidden.

Yang Shubao felt that it was time to add another elf, some time ago, the tree of life has been continuing to evolve its spiritual energy, and now that the tree spirit has disappeared, he has completely fused the breath of the tree of life, which is equivalent to the completion of evolution, and the energy will be used to breed elves in the future.

He admired the Poké Ball for a moment, then climbed down the tree for a walk.

The grassland was lively in the morning, and the dogs caught many rats in the evening, and the hyenas ran over to eat the dead mice.

The roar of a lion sounded in the distance, and Yang Shubao listened to this roar, loud, low, and hurried.

From the roar of the lion, he sensed the lion's eager, warning mood, so that he realized that something was wrong, and the lioness seemed to have discovered something.

Simba emerged from the garden, looked north, and then roared and ran over.

Yang Shubao ran after him, and when he reached the river, he saw the lioness standing up, walking slowly on the riverbank, and constantly roaring, her back arched, and her eyes fixed on the northwest direction.

A lion appeared on the steppe in the northwest, a pack of lions!

A male lion with a long mane stood among the weeds and stared intently at Shabi, with a female lion and a lion cub gathered behind it.

Simba ran over and rushed in front of his mother for the first time, its size was far less than the burly and muscular lion in front of it, but its momentum was not bad at all, it roared in the northwest direction, and the warning meaning was very clear.

The male lion, who had been in a wait-and-see state, stood up violently when he heard Simba's roar, and he ran a few steps forward, stared at Simba, and then opened his mouth and roared!

Yang Shubao heard a completely different lion roar, majestic and powerful, domineering and wild!

Simba subconsciously took two steps back, it looked back, and when it saw its mother, its eyes widened again, and it began to walk from side to side, roaring as it went.

This is the combat readiness of the male lion.

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