Maxwell obviously didn't expect the stone he threw to smash the weak gray sparrow, he lowered his eyes to avoid the accusatory eyes looking at him, and moved his staff to summon a healing spell, the last spell was gagged but he quickly took it back.

When the injury is healed, all I know is flying around outside every day, and what to do if I get better so quickly.

It's just that......

He looked up at the soul hanging in mid-air, and after the accusation flashed, she only looked down at the wound on her foot, and her expression was only chagrined.

There is no resentment, and there is no greed for those gems.

He hesitated and spat out the last spell, but added it quickly before it could take effect, watching the flying bandage wrap around quickly, tying the tiny claw into a large dumpling.

"Don't fly around until you're fine."

Jing Hao looked down at the wound tied on her paws, the pain just now disappeared the moment the bandage was tied, and even gave her a sense of relief that the wound had healed.

She spread out her wings and poked the bandage, and tied it there roundly, not to mention that she wanted to get out, and with the weight here, she was afraid that she would not be able to fly like the sound control bird.

Bandages shouldn't be so heavy, right?

Her wings had just touched a small horn of the bandage, which seemed to be conscious of its own accord, and her hand glanced sensitively in one direction, and quickly shuttled through the bandage bush, so that in the blink of an eye she could not find where the original bandage was.

Jing turned his head and glanced at the place where the bandage head had just looked, but he only saw Maxwell's back in a double-minded and full-fledged manner.

The idea of wanting to remove the bandage was completely invalidated by the lack of cooperation of the bandage, and he jumped a few steps on one leg, sat down on the edge of the table in frustration, put his legs out, and shook his wings at once.

She just wanted Maxwell to put away the psychic book so that the duo wouldn't find it, but she didn't dare to say the psychic book directly to make him think that she had another purpose in the first place, and she thought about writing a treasure to hide, but before she finished writing, she was hit on her toes by a bunch of things.

She looked in Maxwell's direction and sighed.

She was obviously in a good mood just now, but in the blink of an eye, she was like this oil and salt again, even if she could finish writing the words just now, the people who wanted to read them might not necessarily read it.

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became, and she couldn't help but sigh again.

"Sigh again, sigh again, I'm sure I'm not wrong today, this bird really sighs, or sighs like a human, hey, pen, you hurry up and write it!"

A small, noisy sound sounded all around, but it only stopped dimly for a moment.

Jing turned her head to follow the sound, and saw a palm-sized notebook turning the pages under her wings, as if desperately looking for a place to write.

It turned too fast, and the old, tattered title page was so old that with a "click" the knot of the binding loosened, and the rapidly turning pages were scattered to the ground with inertia.

The stunned notebook stood up anxiously, looked left and right for his missing pages, and turned around to see that the gray sparrow that he had been amazed by just now had been staring at it for a long time, and there was a little surprise in it, obviously even seeing the scene where it had just scattered itself.

The title page, which hung with some kind of tattered leather, bent the two corners of it, and looked like a little girl who was shyly covering the hem of her skirt blown by the wind, while shouting questions about eating tofu with her eyes...... Bird.

"Look at what? Haven't you ever seen a book and can talk? Hmph, ╭(╯^╰)╮Ignorant and stupid birds, you must have been stunned by grandpa's wisdom. ”

As it spoke, it twisted down a quarter of the way up, looking like a teenager with his head held high proudly.

As a result, the posture of the whole body is even more weird.

Jing Hao retracted his gaze, pointed to the page that was about to be blown to the window by the wind outside the window, the awkward book screamed quickly, turned around and was about to rush towards the page, but after seeing the height of the table at his feet, he trembled and retreated, and turned his head trembling and commanded Jing Hao.

"Hey, ignorant and stupid bird, hurry up and help the great psychic book pick up that page," it hugged a white radish behind it, eager to stick itself completely on it, "It's your honor to serve the great psychic book, don't hurry up and thank you." ”

Jing Hao looked at the tattered "psychic book" in front of him, which was really a little unbelievable. In the historical records of the continent of Chia, the psychic book is a book carried by the ancient gods, and it took several years of cultivation and some adventures to have their own spiritual sense.

It is said that the psychic book knows everything, knows everything, and the various precious and unpopular laws and spells recorded in it have made people flock to it for thousands of years, and it is rumored that those who get it can achieve hegemony, and the supreme spell makes the rest of the mages can only sigh.

But the book in front of me is so tattered that it almost doesn't exist, and it is thrown aside casually, and even the pages can be turned to fall apart, and the notebook that is afraid of heights is the legendary psychic book?

It seems that she had seen a number of notebooks in the corners of the castle that looked very similar.

She sat still, and the psychic book immediately turned itself around, turned his back to her, and bent down to highlight the few words in the corner behind her that were almost invisible.

"See! Psychic books, genuine psychic books! This was written by my first master, he is the first god on the continent of Sia, the first one do you understand! ”

Babbling a few times about the greatness of his master, the psychic book turned around, with his head held high, as if waiting for the worship of a stupid bird.

"For the sake of you and having something to do with me, I won't bother with you about the little things you're too excited about, now hurry up and pick up my pages, I'll fall them all out if I fall again!"

The moment it flew out with a bang, it felt like it was a match for some kind of tree that lost its hair like crazy in the spring.

It's just that a tree can have leaves, but it can't grow pages!

Jing glanced at the tattered cover, which was made more conspicuous by his movements, and then at the records on the pages that had fallen at her feet, the distorted handwriting was written in bits and pieces, and had no legendary value at all.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that it didn't seem like it would make things too strict for such a psychic book to be taken away by the duo.

Sending the other party a pig teammate should be affirmed.