"The Phantasmal Owl is a bird with a high aesthetic taste, and usually its evolved image will be higher than the object he wants to play......" The dwarf's previous words about the Phantom Owl's changing characteristics suddenly appeared in Chang Zhaowen's mind.

Can...... It's not low in aesthetic taste just like this?!

Does this guy know what aesthetics are?

The corners of Chang Zhaowen's mouth twitched, but the phantom owl rag was obviously very satisfied with his new face, its chin rose slightly, and it raised it triumphantly at Chang Zhaowen, and the eyes were clearly saying, "Praise me for being as beautiful as a flower!"

Chang Zhaowen ignored it, and turned his head directly to look at the dwarf: "You said before that the phantom owl has a high aesthetic taste, but look at it......"

The dwarf saw the new face of the rag clearly, and was also taken aback: "I don't know, maybe this phantom owl is more special, and the brain is not very good......"

"Help—" The rag apparently understood the dwarf's words, and screamed and killed the dwarf with a menacing cry.

However, this time the dwarf had already prepared, and suddenly a round shield appeared in his left hand, and he hurriedly used the shield to protect his head and resist the fatal blow of the rag, while his right hand raised a wooden sword and unceremoniously swung it at the body of the rag!

The rag hurriedly pressed his body down and flew low, dodging the dwarf's attack. But it misses a problem - with the height of the dwarf, it is definitely a wrong strategy to fly low to avoid attacks, because this area is the best area for dwarfs to play.

Sure enough, as soon as the first sword was split into the air, the dwarf's right hand shook, and the wooden sword in his hand deftly changed direction and changed to a thorn!

The attack was lightning fast, no! The strange bird had just sniffed a hint of danger, and it was already too late. It was hit the back, and under the effect of the huge impact, its whole body was like a shot put thrown out by a professional athlete, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and finally with a "bang", the body slammed into a wooden wall.

The gray feathers were scattered everywhere, and its body slowly slid against the wall, and finally fell to the floor like a rag, and the bright yellowish floor reflected its face at the moment.

This is still a pale and bloodless face, but the moment the frighteningly sharp chin touches the floor, Chang Zhaowen can't help but feel sorry for the floor for a second, I don't know if this flat natural solid wood floor can withstand the attack of the sharp awl face.

"Woo......" After glaring at the dwarf viciously, a pair of big eyes flickered at Chang Zhaowen, as if he wanted to gain his sympathy and ask for a wave of support.

It's just that its current appearance makes Chang Zhaowen gasp, and the almost upside-down acute triangle feels like there is only a pair of terrifying eyes left on the entire face, plus the round bird body covered by long gray-white feathers, if the little white face before looked indescribably grotesque in addition to being handsome, then his current appearance is definitely terrifying.

A face is even more exaggerated than a snake spirit, but the other party doesn't know it, so he wants to put on a beautiful woman in distress to win sympathy.

It seems that this guy's brain is really not very good, and his aesthetics are too different from normal humans.

On the issue of aesthetics, it's too subjective, and it's not something that can be changed overnight, but the basic ability of the rag to observe words and colors is still there, and from the weird facial expressions of Chang Zhaowen, it probably guesses that he may have made a mistake.

If you are wrong, you can change it, and the ability of the rag to correct errors is not bad.

It flicked its neck, its pointed snake spirit face lowered, and when it raised its head again, Chang Zhaowen almost didn't lose his breath.

This time it went directly from one extreme to the other, this is a round face comparable to the full moon, in the bulging fat, the original black big eyes are more than half smaller because of the squeezing of the surrounding fat, and the round nose is simply a lump of flesh......

The corners of Chang Zhaowen's mouth twitched, in the end, it was an animal, black or white, either thin or fat, let it go, he had other arrangements for the phantom owl, but before that, he needed to ask the dwarf for a question.

"Is it possible for me to only go in and out of the Forest of Words once a day, and there are strict rules on the upper limit of what I can pick?"

"Of course. The dwarf nodded, not understanding what Chang Zhaowen had any doubts about this, and the restrictions on the Forest of Words were not new today.

"The rag comes from the Forest of Words, is there a limit to the number of times it can come and go?"

"Nope. The dwarf's eyes lit up, he probably knew what Chang Zhaowen's plan was, "And as a domesticated animal and a native of the Text Forest, it is not restricted in the activity area of the Text Forest, of course, some places are still full of danger for it, but, since the rag has been living there before, it can live until now naturally knows where it can't go......"

It turns out that the rag is not unobstructed in the forest, and there are forbidden areas that he can't go, but at least the rag's activity area is much larger than the range he can reach, which means that the places he couldn't explore before, the rag can, and some of the ingredients that he can't get by himself, maybe the rag can find it for him.

"Then if I let the rag go to the Forest of Words to collect ingredients for me, will the ingredients it bring out be limited by my maximum number of picks per time?"

"This ......," the dwarf muttered for a moment, quickly searching for the relevant regulations in his mind, and finally shook his head, "I didn't find a limit on this, there is no limit to how much the rag can take." Provided, of course, that the rag cannot be used with the help of any external tools. ”

If there is no such restriction, Chang Zhaowen only needs to hand over the ice spirit bag to it, and the rag will be stuffed directly.

Of course, the dwarf didn't say all the things he thought in his heart, even if the phantom owl was powerful, it was just a bird, how many things could its little pointed beak bring out? Of course, logically it can go back and forth many times, but the rag is not a robot, and its physical strength is also limited, and besides, this bird can be known just by looking at it, it must have its appearance, how can it really let it work as hard as it does? It must be lazy if it can be lazy.

Chang Zhaowen first twisted the lock on the wooden door, pushed open the wooden door, and the vitality of the farm and field outside rushed to him, which was the fragrance of the land and the tension of crop growth. He stretched out his hand and patted the rag's big round face, which had turned into a fat mass: "Go ahead, help me pick some more figs and come back." ”

The rag's jaws twitched, and it was obvious that it had heard Chang Zhaowen's words, but it tilted its head and pretended not to hear anything.