Everything has returned to calm, and the birds are in a daze.

In the sound of the wind and the sound of the waves, in the dim thousand yin pearls, only the pain in the body reminded it that everything that had just happened was real.

"Little fish!" it cried out suddenly, anxiously, tugging at the wound.

But it didn't care, and reluctantly stood up, searching back and forth through the pearlescent light.

"Little Fish ......"

It was echoed by the roar of the hole.

It dragged its broken left wing and tried to fly to the other side to take a look, but before it could fly, it fell into the sea.

The cold water stirred it up a lot, and it slammed back to the rocky shore with its kicks.

The wound was more painful due to the invasion of seawater, and blood dripped down the tips of the feathers.

It's never been so embarrassed, and it's never been so anxious.

Will small fish be eaten by giant beasts?

Did the little fish fall into the sea?

In just a moment, the Sun-Chasing Bird had already asked seven or eight questions in his heart. Of course, I hope that the little fish just fell into the sea and was not swallowed into the belly of the giant beast, and that the little fish still had a chance of life.

But Xiaoyu can't go too far, her sense of direction is so poor, she will get lost in the sea, and she will not find her way back.

The sun-chasing bird cheered up, he was going to find her, and he wanted her to come back safely.

First he had to go back to his homeland.

There are yellow radishes planted in the home, and its aura can help it recover its body.

Step by step, grasp the raised stone on the cave wall, and in the difficult place, you have to stick your mouth into the crack of the rock, so you can use your mouth and claws together, slide down, and come up again, endure the pain in your heart, and finally climb out of the hole with your injured wings.

But outside the cave is a cliff wall cut like a knife, and even the cracks are difficult to find, and there is nowhere to claw.

In order to maintain its strength, the day-to-day bird returned to the cave, tidied up its broken wings, and tried not to move as much as possible.

A wounded bird, a bead that is so strange that it can capture people's spirits, a small tree that has just grown wildly, and an inconspicuous stone that does not know when it will shake.

Finally, there is light, life, warmth, and hope.

The day-by-day bird is not afraid of the cold, and its feathers have their own heating system. When the sun rises, it produces more heat as the blood rushes faster.

The heat also steamed up its body, and it had just bled a lot.

So it wants to drink water now, the sea water is bitter, and drinking it will not quench its thirst, it will only accelerate the loss of water in the body.

It drank a few sips of seawater, but it could only moisten its mouth, and it felt more and more thirsty in its throat.

You can't die of dehydration here.

"Click" is the sound of water dripping on a stone.

The day-to-day bird follows the prestige, and it is the liquid dripping from the tip of the leaf of the thousand sunwood.

Water droplets are condensed on each leaf, and finally converge on the tip of the leaf, falling to the ground full, and finally dripping.

The day-chasing bird hurriedly stretched out its beak and put those that had not yet dripped into its mouth.

This thousand sun wood can nourish all things, mainly because of the juice it secretes, which has the effect of growth and healing.

It is worthy of being a heavenly immortal tree, and its rich spiritual energy is naturally incomparable to that of yellow radish.

In this way, the day-to-day bird is not busy going back, and only recuperates here with peace of mind.

Although there are reefs everywhere and there is nowhere to take root, fortunately, the sea is abundant and you can see light during the day, so even if it does not grow vigorously, it cannot die.

During the day, the ivory-white mist is the same as before, and it doesn't change much, but at night it condenses water droplets full of life energy.

Time passed day by day in the cultivation of the day-by-day bird, and the small fish never reappeared.

The little red fur found this cliff with its sensitive nose. It's just that it can't get down, and can only whine and say things that the birds can't understand.

The birds and beasts do not communicate well, and no one knows what anyone means.

However, this little red fur is really talented, it catches seabirds every day and throws them off the cliff, and when they are lucky, there are always a few of them washed by the waves onto the reef where the sun-chasing birds recuperate.

The day-by-day bird was grateful, and thought to himself: he will help it be reborn one day.

At present, we must first repair our injuries, and then we must cultivate diligently and let ourselves be reborn as soon as possible.

During the day, it travels the aura of the Thousand Sunwood into its body, and at night, it refines it according to the method of swallowing and breathing it has been accustomed to.

When you are thirsty, you drink the water from the leaves of the Thousand Sunwood at night, and when you are hungry, you will eat some seabird meat given to it by the little red feather.

It is said that it takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones, but the day-to-day bird is not an ordinary bird, with the help of Qianyangmu, it is only about seven or eight days later, and the wings can be flapped in the wind.

This time he came out of the cave again and brought a thousand sunwoods with him.