Tonight, the little Suzaku kept wailing again, and if it continued like this, even if it was not eaten by eagles and snakes, it would starve to death.

Although the vine golden moss is good at confusing people's hearts, it can cause biological perception barriers, the mangrove golden moss has first-class evasion tricks, and has self-protection methods, and it is even more rare that the mind is superior, it is more than enough to protect this little vermilion bird, but after all, it is only a plant, and it really can't afford to raise a spirit beast.

Seeing the little Vermilion Bird's appearance, the manjin moss looked anxious and sad, his mood looked very low, the golden light of his whole body became dim, and the petals were also a little wilted, as if he had lost the water and nutrients that he relied on for survival, and he no longer had the beautiful appearance of the previous Ambilight.

"Little one, eat this drop, it's good for your body. After the dew had condensed, it had become wilted, and it had done its best, and with a shake of its petals, it threw the drop of dew into the mouth of the little Suzaku, and the Suzaku smashed its mouth and swallowed it, but the cranberry knew that the young Vermilion Bird would eventually die.

The little Vermilion Bird is tightly wrapped with petals, but it still can't warm the body temperature of the Little Vermilion Bird, and the Little Vermilion Bird may not survive tomorrow morning.

But just as the poor Vermilion Bird was about to die, a bright moon slowly rose, and the animals, plants, demons and monsters in the forest, including them, did not know that this day happened to be the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the Gengshen year, and they actually got the good fortune of appearing only once in sixty years.

Although the little Vermilion Bird is small, the nature of the spirit animal makes it know that the things in the moonlight can keep it alive, so this little thing desperately stretches its neck to catch these things. It struggled with all its might, and finally swallowed another, and another ...... The feathers on its body began to light up, and it slowly became refreshed.

The vine watched its movements in bewilderment, and it pondered for a long time before it realized that the little thing was trying to catch something floating in the moonlight.

"I'm going to keep it alive, I'm going to keep it alive. ”

Surprised and delighted, it also began to catch something from the moonlight and feed it to the Suzaku, it wanted to keep the little thing alive, it had already regarded the little Suzaku as its own child.

But it has no hands or feet, and it can't "grab" anything at all. It saw and wanted to grasp the Emperor Pulp, it tried to catch it with its petals, holding its head high and desperately absorbing the essence of the moonlight, watching them penetrate its body one by one and melt away.

It doesn't know what failure is, it doesn't know the existence of emotions such as giving up and withdrawing, it just wants to capture the emperor and feed it to its children so that it can survive. It didn't know that because of these actions, the Emperor Slurry had successfully melted into its body and changed......

The moon slowly sank, and before the last of the Emperor Slurry fell to the ground, the Cranberry felt like it could move freely, and it managed to catch one of the Emperor Slurry.

It was reborn, and it was reborn as a monster instead of a plant because of the Emperor Slurry that had dissolved into it. It was very excited to hand the emperor slurry it had caught into the mouth of the little Suzaku and watched it eat it happily......

A rat-like sniper runs down a cliff, followed by a group of monkeys it has just spotted.

Soon, this group of monkeys began a brutal infighting, they pounced and tore each other, one bit the neck of the other, even if they were scratched by each other's claws, they also "squeaked" and did not let go, a monkey king was besieged by several male monkeys, and the monkey king struggled to bite a few to death, but he was also torn to pieces.

The baby monkey cubs in the arms of a female monkey also kicked and bit their mothers, and the mother monkeys threw each other's baby monkeys at each other, and some even went crazy and even threw their little monkey cubs on the ground and trampled on them...... Soon the monkeys were all dead.

Sniper stood triumphantly and witnessed all this.

Sniping like this kind of monster, the combat power is very weak, but it can cast a spell that makes creatures kill, it is good at provoking wars, making them kill each other, and then hiding to watch the process, it looks at the corpse of the monkey on the ground, and walks into this small battlefield in ecstasy, sniffing the stumps and pieces of flesh hanging on the branches, and gnawing on the corpse on the ground, it rolls on the bloody grass excitedly. It's a great satisfaction for it.

Suddenly, a dark shadow pounced on it and bit its throat, it struggled to dodge, but it was bitten anyway, and when it heard the sound of its own trachea rupturing, it realized that it was its own shadow that bit its neck, but it died before it could think "why".

The dark figure rose from the ground and took on a human form. As he picked up the body of the youkai, a small Suzaku quickly flew down from the tree and landed on his shoulder. Eat the corpse in his hands.

This dark shadow is the reborn vine moss, which now has a full form, and the little Vermilion has grown to the size of a dove. If they could do the math, they would find that they had been roaming the forest for more than fifty years.

The mangrove moss stroked Suzaku, who was gobbling up food, and wondered if if he would eat the corpse of a monkey on the ground if it wasn't enough for him to eat a sniper.

"Eat", this is one thing that is difficult to understand, the light of the sun gives him all the energy he needs, and the little Suzaku is with him, his energy is growing even at night, he does not need to "eat" to stay alive. But the little Suzaku needs it, and the other animals and monsters in the forest need it, and through his observation, he found that many animals are "eating" every day. Is "eating" the purpose of their existence?

No matter how confused he is, he still has to find food for the young Suzaku, and he gradually discovers the difference between "food" and "food", grass, leaves, and fruits, Suzaku does not eat, it eats some animal meat, and youkai and ghostly monsters will make it eat especially happy.

"Well, it's delicious!" Xiao Suzaku swallowed the last bite and nodded in satisfaction, "It's a pity that it's missing." ”

It shook its head at the dead monkey on the ground. It doesn't want to eat this kind of thing.

Lately, Cranberry has been looking for more food for the Suzaku. After all, his spells are quite good, and Suzaku is gradually able to help, for ordinary youkai, they can easily catch them, they are very rational and try not to provoke the big youkai, in fact, with Suzaku, the big youkai dare not provoke them.

He was particularly lucky today, he quickly caught a sniper, and soon caught a mountain leopard dog, and when Suzaku was full of food and drink and curled up in his arms and fell asleep, he sat on the highest branch of a huge tree to bask in the sun, and sitting quietly in the sun was his only hobby.

"Hello. ”

When he looked up, he saw an old man standing on a branch in front of him, greeting him tremblingly. Except for Suzaku, he had never spoken to any other creature.

"It's a nice view," said the old man, and sat down beside him, "but you have a good eye." ”

"Scenic ......"

"Manjinmoss" doesn't know what "scenery" means, for him, it's just that there are no branches to shade the sun, so he can enjoy the sun to the fullest.

"Youkai have been killed by you lately, right?" the old man immediately cut to the point.

"The food?"

"You just killed them just to eat it?"

"It eats. Cranberry pointed to Suzaku asleep in his arms.

"There is a lot of food to eat in this forest, why eat the same kind?" the old man's voice became stern.

"It loves. ”

"Kill them just because you like them!" the old man secretly clenched his fingers angrily and looked at him viciously.

"They are also eating what they like, even their own kind, monkeys, birds, tigers and wolves, some grass, leaves, fruits...... Everyone eats and is eaten. "Cranberry tried to express what he understood in the language it mastered.

"What if one day you become food yourself?" said the old man, looking at the man's golden moss in some surprise, and his clenched five fingers loosened again.

"I don't eat, and I can't be food. ”

The old man pointed to the Vermilion Bird in the arms of the Vine Golden Moss and said, "What if that Vermilion Bird is eaten?"

"Suzaku?"