Belch...... The dwarf still had his eyes closed, ready for the worst. What can be done about this? Who called himself unlucky to be on the stray with such an unscrupulous master?

But as an excellent farm guardian elf, the most important thing for him is to assist the master to run and develop the farm bigger and stronger.

Even if you have to make some sacrifices yourself, as long as it's for the farm...... The dwarf clenched his fists, and a fearless light appeared on his face.

"Quick, quick, I've held him down, how can I really domesticate it?"

"Domestication, even if my body is sacrificed for righteousness, but my spirit is still independent, this does not mean that I have been domesticated by you like this......" The dwarf said impassionedly, feeling that the style of painting was a little weird, and when he opened his eyes, he found Chang Zhaowen kneeling on the ground beside him, his hands pressed against the floor.

"The host...... Are you proposing?"

"What are you proposing? I think you're fainting, come and help deal with the phantom owl!" "God knows what this little dwarf is thinking in his head!" Chang Zhaowen glared at the dwarf angrily, but the wooden plank pressed under him slammed up, his eyebrows frowned, and the strength of this phantom owl was really not small.

"What?Phantom Owl?Found it???" The dwarf's face froze, and he immediately reacted, this is also incredible, isn't it? He searched for a long time but couldn't find the Phantom Owl, how could he find it as soon as he shot at the text?

But the truth is not to be believed, it turns out that the guy is hiding at his feet, and although he is close, but because he looked up to look for it, his eyes did not look at the ground at all, if it was not Chang Zhaowen, I am afraid he would not be able to find it if he was blind.

Sure enough, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

However, even if the phantom owl was so cunning, it could not fool Chang Zhaowen, and the dwarf admired his master a little more.

But is this floor really? The dwarf lifted his foot and stepped heavily on the floor that was firmly pressed by Chang Zhaowen, and his body shook, yes!

The moment he stepped on it, he clearly felt the floor push hard, and it was obvious that the phantom owl was struggling with all his strength. And the feeling of stepping on the feet is completely different from the feeling of stepping on a solid floor, although it looks like wood, but after touching it, I found that the feeling of the feet is completely different, and it feels like stepping on a short pile carpet.

Lying on the "floor", the dwarf's face was about to touch the ground, and when he looked closely at such a close distance, he made a new discovery—although this wooden board was highly similar to the wooden floor in terms of color and texture, but after being so close, he would find that these colors and textures were all made up of short hairs of different colors! If he had a magnifying glass in his hand now, he would be able to see more realistically.

That's enough, though!

The dwarf was absolutely excited, and his face was red with excitement, stinky bird, he was so dragged before, wasn't he trampled under Lao Tzu now?

The dwarf stood on the plank and jumped several times, which can be regarded as venting his previous "disfigured revenge".

"Master, when did you find out that this guy was hiding here?"

"It's nothing, it's just the taste. "Eating perilla foreskin shrimp sashimi before has improved his perception a lot, but this phantom owl is too good at camouflage, plus the environment just now is very chaotic, full of confusing fluff, if it weren't for the faint scent of perilla emanating from the dwarf's feet, he wouldn't be so easy to spot the strange bird hiding.

"Taste ......" The dwarf sighed in his heart, could it be that the lobster meat sprinkled with perilla that the master had just sprinkled with bait was not ready to eat from the beginning? Could it be that he was just a smoke bomb used to attract the phantom owl to bite the bait? No, this is impossible! I am the guardian spirit of the farm, how can the importance and status be compared to this broken bird of unknown origin? Yes, I must have thought too much!

"Help—" Both of them pressed on their distorted faces, the phantom owl really couldn't hold on, and after a miserable scream, a gray-white feather came out from under the plank, and then Chang Zhaowen felt that his feet slipped - the plank was gone!

"Woo......" A pitiful little white face came out from under his legs, his watery eyes swayed, and he looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Now I know how to pretend to be pitiful, why did you make such a ruthless heavy hand when you grabbed the shrimp to eat just now?

The dwarf was not impressed by the owl's weak appearance, and he mercilessly dragged one of the owl's short and thick feet, pulled its claws together, and put a metal trap on its foot with a "click".

"Master, what are you going to call this debt collector?" asked the dwarf, holding the strange bird by the neck, in a rough voice.

"Do you want to name it?" Chang Zhaowen raised his eyebrows, too, since it is more convenient to domesticate it with a name, but what is the name of it?

"Master, the name will be completed within three minutes after the identity ring is belted, and this phantom owl will officially become a poultry in the animal hut, if it has not been named, it will be released by default......"

Of course, it is impossible to release it, Chang Zhaowen carefully looked at the strange bird that was now choked by the dwarf's neck, because of a fight, and the feathers on his body were sparse and embarrassed, and the other party was looking at him with expectant eyes, and he didn't know whether he was begging for himself to quickly free it from the dwarf's "claws", or hoping that he would give him a well-known name.

"One minute!"

What's the name of "...... guys"? It's better to call it a Decepticon in this way! No, this name is too domineering, and this guy in front of him is so cheap that he feels that he can't hold up this name.

By the way, don't people say that the name should be cheaper, so that it will be easier to feed! Thinking of this, Chang Zhaowen was inspired by the text, and nodded at the strange bird, and already had an idea in his heart.

"Woo......" The strange bird's intuition gave him a sense of foreboding, but what could he do now......?

"Rag!" Chang Zhaowen cleared his throat and spat out two words.

"What?" the dwarf didn't hear, and the strange bird's body trembled violently, feeling like it had been abandoned by the whole world.

"It's called a rag!" Chang Zhaowen stretched out his hand and gently patted the disheveled head of the phantom owl, and repeated it again.