The silvery, metallic color is so close to the whites of the eyes around that one inadvertently ignores the cold and unadulterated eyes, feeling that they are looking at the eyes without pupils.

Especially when he was sitting in the darkness, the windows of the castle were crawling with unknown plants, and he was like the sitting master in ten out of ten, and he was even more afraid to approach.

Jing Hao moved her wings, suppressed the fear that came up at the moment she saw those eyes, flapped her wings and flew in the direction of the window, but just when she was about to fly into the window, the person sitting in front of the window moved her fingers, and the window that had not been used for many years made a "creaking" sound, completely cutting off the world on both sides of the window.

Maxwell flicked the dust that had been splashed by the window and fell on his pure black robe, his tone full of disgust, "Get out of here, stupid bird, don't let me see the little you left on my turf." ”

He looked down at the paws that Jing had clasped on the window frame, turned the wheelchair under him and turned to leave, his black figure blending into the darkness, like a dragon returning to the embrace of the water.

Jing Hao let go of the moss that had been grabbed under his paws, flapped his wings and flew back to the big tree where he had stayed before, and looked at the situation in the castle from a distance.

The windows in the entire castle were naturally more than the one Maxwell had just closed, but it was not the best choice to insist on approaching after he had shown his attitude, at least let him know that not every bird would pull their and pee around.

Jing Hao hooked his paws, leaving a barely visible fork in the hard bark.

Maxwell, who had returned to the castle, sensed the subtle fluctuations in the air, stopped the movement in his hand, and tapped the pen next to him with his fingers.

In April 16542, a sparrow appeared in the morning, very stupid.

When she had finished foraging and returned to the tree, she raised one of her wings, her soft and short body as far back as she could, maintaining a delicate balance in an almost impossible position, and turned back to comb the messy feather under her wings near the bottom of her tail.

Frightened by the vulture and not mastering the flying posture, she fell into the snake's nest with her head, and if she hadn't reacted quickly to take off, she would not have been bitten by the snake that was hungry to the limit and reacted extremely quickly.

After combing the feathers on her body, she grabbed the dying green worm on the trunk with great difficulty with her claws, and flew a few steps to feed it to the beak of the little bird that had been chirping.

This unknown bird with no hair is still found by accident yesterday when she was looking for a place to rest, and the parents of the bird who should be responsible for taking care of it don't know where to go, and the hungry young bird chirps non-stop after seeing her, and the sharp voice seems to puncture the eardrum, which directly disturbs the nerves.

It is not okay to let Jing Hao want to ignore it.

But fortunately, he is never a picky eater, and a big green worm can eat it with relish.

Jing Hao burrowed into the warm nest of the young bird, hid his thin body under the wings of the young bird, covered it with fine down, and closed his eyes to make up for sleep.

The young bird, which had not yet eaten enough, cried aggrievedly, and its dark green eyes looked at the bird that was sleeping under its wings, and then retracted its voice aggrievedly, spread its wings on one side and maintained an awkward posture and leaned its head on the other.

His eyes were full of hungry resentment.

As it quieted, the entire forest seemed to fall into a deep sleep in an instant, so quiet that it was not like there were many innumerable and unknown lifeforms.

Maxwell, who sat at the table fiddling with a pile of utensils, felt a change in the moment he quieted down, stirring the bubbling liquid in the beaker with one hand, and with the other he tapped the pen that had been drowsy in the rare silence, and instructed it to swipe another line on the notebook.

In April 16542, the stupid sparrow was found to be of little use, waiting to be verified again.

In the evening, a dull yellow lightning flashed in the sky, splitting the clouds that had gathered together, and with a surging and irresistible force, rushed towards a place outside the forest.

Half of the sky was lit up by powerful lightning that obscured the sky by dark clouds.

Jing Hao threw a piece of carrion in front of the young bird, and the latter looked at the strange smell of carrion and screamed aggrievedly, and the sound dissipated in her sight before it could be fully uttered, and she lowered her head and ate the carrion into her stomach three or two times aggrievedly.

After eating, he looked at Jing Hao, who was standing on a branch and wiped his paws with a leaf hooked to his feet, and rubbed his beak in the soft bird's nest in a similar way, and rolled his dark green eyes drippingly, pushing all the dirty soft grass to the side where Jing Hao usually slept.

After the dark yellow lightning dissipated, the sky did not fall silent, and a faint green lightning bolt followed, like a nobleman leisurely passing through the sky, towards the unified direction of the dark yellow lightning falling, and swooped away with the momentum of thunder.

Jing Hao raised her head in astonishment, looking at the faint green light in the sky.

It was supposed to be the Golden Knight Jason's place of advancement, but how could he possibly attract light green lightning? Isn't the light green lightning that only appears when you advance to a junior elder?

A series of questions flashed through her mind, and Jing Hao looked back at the castle, the window that had been closed in front of her had been opened a few days ago, and the world inside did not have a trace of light, it was so strange that it was like a vision.

Jing Hao walked to the bird's nest and picked up the most worthless stone, aimed at the position and threw it towards the open window, and was relieved when he heard the crisp "thump" of it when it landed.

She shook the feathers off her body to make sure there was not a trace of dust, and flapped her wings and flew towards the window, standing outside the area that had been cut off by the window.

The young birds of the bird, which had spread their wings and waited for a long time but still ran □□away, chirped sharply, and opened their voices to emit a series of cries that were as terrible as if they were dying in anger.

Maxwell's wheelchair appeared by the window the moment the scream sounded, and he calmly looked at him again, looked down at the stone on the ground, and then looked down at the area where he was standing, and his black bean-like eyes expressed the language clearly with the movements.

I knocked on the door, and I didn't mess in.

Maxwell's brow furrowed as he screamed more and more violently, his silver-white eyes staring at Jing Hao, and his undulating voice was like a flat but angular piece of metal, "Go tell that stinky bird to shut up, or you won't want to get any closer to here." ”

Jing took a good look at the world inside the window, and there was a cake on the small table by the windowsill, hard as a stone.

She fluttered her wings and flew over, expertly grabbing a piece with her claws, and with the angle and force with which she had thrown the stone, she succeeded in stopping the shrill cry the second the cake fell between the trees.

Maxwell looked at her again, flicked his pen as he was lying on the side and twisted his pen for some reason, and then moved again to the room where he had come, "Don't let me see anything that shouldn't be here, or I'll pluck your hair and hang you upside down in the castle." ”