The Tower of Death is called a tower, but it is actually a castle with a large area, a whole circle of forest outside, tall trees one after another, as if they have an independent sense of life, when they are in a good mood, they wave their arms, and when they are in a bad mood, they wave their branches, and none of them stop a little.

Jing Hao walked through a group of trees that were too enthusiastic, standing on the window frame and looking down to sort out the messy feathers, the small ones were together, and they looked really aggrieved.

"You've become a sperm and you've been bullied by a group of things that only have spiritual sense, you're really weak and stupid."

Maxwell slid his wheelchair and stood silently behind her, flipping a test tube between his fingers, but not a drop fell outside when he turned it upside down, he frowned and looked at the thing in his hand, his silver-white eyes full of suppressed irritability.

He looked up at the sparrow standing in the window to be completely ignored, and his gaze lingered on the few tufts of hair still messy on her tail.

The light gray hair was flipped upside down, and it was actually refracted in the sunlight with an indigo-like sheen.

The color that he couldn't make appeared on the butt of a weak bird.

"Just those few stray hairs that can be counted, it's a shame that you peck a hundred and ten times a day and haven't finished it." He glanced disdainfully at the purest indigo, and in an instant he plucked the feather out with his hand.

Jing Hao subconsciously screamed, jumped a few steps away from him, and glared at him angrily with black bean-like eyes.

Maxwell changed the test tube in his hand with a movement of his fingers, and dipped the gray feather into the pure white liquid, the color on the feather gradually receded, and the pure white water was dyed a dull gray instead of the indigo he wanted.

The entire tube was smashed against the wall and shattered.

The test tube that had been cherished by those silver-gray eyes a second ago was shattered at this time, and he didn't get the slightest pity that he had had existed a second ago.

Maxwell didn't give the feather a little more look, he looked up at Jing Hao again, his silver-white pupils were slowly expanding, revealing the fierceness and mania that had been hidden before, like a male lion that was about to burst out in the next second, mercilessly biting the throat of the prey in front of him.

"Heh, it doesn't even work."

He was about to raise his hand as soon as his fingers moved, and he opened his mouth subconsciously, but there was a sharp birdsong, she flapped her wings and flew up from the window frame, her small wings pointed to the feathers on her tail, and then pointed to the test tube that he smashed to the foot of the wall, and the small cry was particularly rapid.

The simple action was repeated by her several times, during which she almost fell out of the air because of her loss of balance, so frightened that she quickly tilted her wings back and turned her little head to point to the sides.

"You mean, you can get the color I wanted?"

Maxwell's silver-white eyes looked at her steadily, reined in the violent feelings that almost lost control, and twisted the colorless feather in his hand into small sections, as if it was pulled into slow motion, until finally turned into powder in his hands.

"It's not that time anyway, I'll wait."

He uttered the last three words slowly, but his usual undulating tone made people feel the coercion and murderous aura that rushed to their faces, and provoked the young birds in the trees outside the window to call sensitively.

Jing Hao followed him all the way into a room of more than 300 square meters, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw all kinds of test tubes densely placed on the wall, and there were only slight differences between the whole column of colors arranged and combined, which looked like a rainbow that had been refined to the extreme.

It's just that a large piece is vacant in the middle, and it looks like it has been cut off from mid-air.

Jing Hao was about to look up for a second time, when a test tube was thrown in front of her, if it weren't for the skillful grasping skills that her claws had trained in the past few days, I am afraid that the sound of shattering would be heard in the next second.

She glanced at the test tube in her hand, grabbed something with her other paw, circled around the incomplete rainbow, and in a few minutes flew back in front of Maxwell, holding the same color he had seen on her feathers.

It was perfectly connected with the colors on the broken rainbow.

Maxwell took the test tube that was handed to him, shaking it to check the color inside, "Go on." He raised his miserable white finger and dipped it in a little color, and slowly closed one eye and smeared the color on his eyelids, which were more like eyes open.

But he just applied one side of his eyelids and stopped his movements, looking at the test tube in his hand motionless.

A whole row of test tubes were placed on the table quietly, but the claws were no more flexible than the hands, and the wobbly round-bottomed test tubes were restless in the shallow container tank, and if they were not careful, they would be overturned by her flapping wings all the time.

So Maxwell came back from his trance, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the sparrow, which had been clever just now, hurriedly holding a pile of test tubes, and his panicked demeanor was the same as when he was pointing east and west with one wing just now, but he was so stupid that he could barely maintain his balance.

"It's so stupid, it's really hard for you to still be a sperm."

Jinghao's paws slipped and he didn't grasp the test tube, and the test tube that fell obliquely was held by the hand that came from behind, and flew to the wall in a well-behaved line, obediently landing in the right place.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a large piece of cheese on the hand in front of her, and the pale yellow solid was placed on the hand that was too pale, and it looked like it was placed on snow-white porcelain.

"Reward you."

Maxwell looked up at the gray sparrow that was standing still, then looked down at the piece of cheese that was melting in the palm of his hand, and frowned in disgust to take the cheese back in his hand.

Before he could do anything, the gray sparrow had already fallen boldly into his hand, and with a small beak bowing his head and pecking, a small gap appeared on the surface of the smooth cheese, and before he could make any more movements, the gap was already expanding, and there was a corner missing.

The round head is still moving, and the smooth velvet on it reflects different lusters at different angles, and it is a magical natural color painting.

Maxwell lowered his eyes and made a rather disgusted sound, and raised his hand to flick the little head that kept moving, but the strength was not well controlled, and the little sparrow leaning forward with his head leaned forward with the force he exerted directly into the cheese, and the slightly dissolved cheese made her face.

The attack came so suddenly that Jing Hao raised her head and screamed angrily at him.

The feeling of being in cheese was not much different from that of being in some kind of excrement, not to mention that she was covered in mush.

Unable to speak, she felt too aggrieved, and Jing Hao screamed twice angrily, and her dripping black bean eyes couldn't contain her anger.

But her angry appearance seemed to someone like a weak, stupid gray sparrow that had been provoked, so stupid that she had the courage to roar at a lion.

The necromancer, who had lived alone for many years, and had unknowingly become accustomed to living alone, reached out in rare kindness to save a stupid sparrow from a piece of cheese large enough to suffocate her, and with a movement of her index finger and thumb pinched her mouth that was still thinking about chirping.

"Okay, I'll remember to feed you a little bit next time."