The little blackbird looked at Celia puzzled, and then rubbed her little head against Celia's hand, her eyes shining golden in the dim light, and the feathers with a faint golden light on the edge rubbed against her palm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing its small and delicate appearance in the palm of her hand, Celia suddenly felt that this guy seemed to be a little cute, and she liked small and delicate things.

"Squeak-" "Mommy is Mommy, who is Doris?"

The little blackbird screamed, but the thought came to Celia's mind.

"Don't call Mom, call Sister, Doris is also your sister, is this your ability?" Celia nodded its head, rolled it in the palm of her hand, and on a whim, Celia rolled it away.

The little blackbird seemed to be dizzy from Celia's roll, staggering in her palm.

"Squeak-" "Yes, I can still discharge, sister don't drive me away again." ”

After transmitting the idea to Celia's mind, a small wing burst out of a small electric current, but because it was in Celia's hands, it was more of a display, and it looked like a charred bird glowing with a dark blue light, anyway, it didn't feel handsome at all.

"It's also a thunderbolt attribute? Well, although it doesn't look very powerful now, but it will be kept for power generation in the future, well, it's really a 'power generation chicken'." ”

Although he said this, he didn't care much about it being such a small power Celia, mainly because it seemed to regard her, the first person she saw when she was born, as her mother, even if the thought was to say sister, but when she was looked at by it, it was still a kind of eyes that contained endless trust, affection and tenderness, which made her feel like she was being watched by her children, and Celia, who had never been a parent, felt weird, but she couldn't help but feel a little pity.

Being watched by a bird so fondly, Celia was a little speechless and didn't want to drive it out, after all, its real parents may have met with an accident, and the eggshells were scorched.

"It's good to take it back and raise it, let it play with Duoduo, but how does this ability feel weird...," Celia thought.

Thunder and lightning are counted, a high-level element, she herself has it, but this ability to raise thoughts in other people's minds out of thin air is different, and it seems to be quite powerful when you think about it carefully.

Raising thoughts in other people's minds interferes with or confuses other people's thoughts, and even doesn't know if she can distort other people's thoughts into her own thoughts, because she doesn't know at all that she should prevent its thoughts from entering her mind, and she has no resistance at all in the face of the thoughts that want to rise in her mind, and it directly affects such an important part of the brain, which can be imagined to be very unusual.

Looking at the little guy jumping in the palm of her hand, she kept putting thoughts into her head when she thought about things, and she was very happy that Celia didn't drive it away.

"Quiet and quiet—don't use this power all the time—" Celia covered her ears, but the thoughts still came to her mind, and it had no effect at all.

By the time she thought about it, it had already thought about it for an unknown number of times, and Celia couldn't choose whether to accept it or not, so she had received it all over again.

It feels like a number keeps calling you and saying spam ads, you can't blacklist him and hang him, you can only passively listen to the ads he says.

This Celia is tired, and when she is happy, the little guy talks a lot, and all of them turn into thoughts and send them over.

"Oh, then sister, give me a name! I don't have a name yet!"

"Names—" Celia pondered the idea that came to the little one, she wasn't good at naming such things.

"It's so dark, is it okay to call it Blackie?" Celia muttered as she looked at its pitch-black feathers.

"Squeak!" "It's not good, it's not good." Whether it is on the lips or in the thoughts, they are full of disgust.

"What's so bad, it's so dark, I can't see you at night, oh, there's a name called you Nate Harris, the same last name as me, okay, I forgot to say, my name is Celia Harris. Celia's eyes lit up as she spoke, and Night English just pronounced it, so she simply called it by her name.

After listening to Knight's fluttering wings and jumping and jumping, the thoughts came one by one, all happy and satisfied, Celia shook her head helplessly, sure enough, she still regarded her as a mother, she was so happy after giving a name, she would definitely play with Doris when she went back.

But after the joy passed, it directly turned over and lay in the palm of Celia's hand.

"I'm hungry..."

Celia lifted her forehead, only to remember that it had just been born and had indeed eaten nothing.

"Hmm... I only have jerky here, I don't know if you can eat it. Celia rummaged through the food sections in her storage space, and there was only jerky that was easier to preserve.

According to her mother, the easiest food to preserve in the storage space is the jerky, there is very little air in the storage space, and it is not ventilated at all, and the marinated jerky in this world can generally be stored for about three months.

This is already very strong, I don't know if it's dehydration or pickling, anyway, it's better than the preservation time of the dried meat in the previous life, of course, if you have to eat it on the last day of three months, you will definitely feel that it tastes weird.

Celia took the little jerky and came out, looking at such a small Nate who didn't know how to feed it for a while, how small did she have to tear up such a small mouth to eat?

Knight, however, jumped straight onto the jerky as if he had smelled something delicious, clutching it with his paws and pecking it with his beak, wanting to divide it into a little bit so that it could be late in his mouth.

Celia couldn't help but laugh as she watched its jerky, which was about the same size as herself, for a long time, but she couldn't help it.

Knight's own small body is destined to have little strength, and without Celia's situation, it is completely helpless to have superior hardness of jerky.

Seeing that Knight was already generating electricity and wanted to make jerky, Celia couldn't help but wonder, it must not be able to do it with this little electricity, should it go out and cook it again?

She was not affected by her previous loneliness now, and it was too dangerous to go out to burn the fire, so after thinking about it, Celia had to make her own stove and use light magic to warm the jerky.

"I don't have the appearance of a protagonist at all, a supporting life!" Celia was full of confusion and fed small strips and softened jerky for Knight to eat, she was busy for a long time and didn't eat it, and now she finally ate it, not to mention how happy she was.

But God seemed to hear what she was saying, and soon gave her a chance to be the protagonist.