The stone raised his arm and sniffed the smell of his body: "Hmph, it's sour and smelly, no wonder you can smell it!" Okay, as long as you can kill me, I'll let you gnaw my bones! Come on! ”

The road is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, the eagle does not pay attention to the provocation of the stone, it sticks to its strategy.

The two sides were in a stalemate for half an hour, and the stone decided to take the initiative.

He picked up the brass rod, and just in case, he didn't swing it straight away, but stabbed the eagle lightly.

The eagle still didn't move. He took two more strong steps, and finally saw the full picture of the eagle clearly.

This is a crested buzzard. It was dying, its eyes were half-closed, and its beautiful golden iris was dull. The scaly feathers on both sides of its head are very thick, short, stiff.

It was from these feathers that the stone recognized the crested buzzard.

He and the crested honey eagle have known each other for a long time.

When he was a child, he liked to poke honeycombs, not for the sake of delicious honey, but purely for fun. The black-pressed bee poured out of the hive, and when he ran after him, the bee hawk swaggered into the hive, enjoying the unearned delicacy.

In fact, even without his help, they dare to smash the hive single-handedly.

Unlike the usual birds, birds, and ferocious beasts that avoid bee colonies, adult bee hawks use their armor-like feathers to enter and exit the hive with impunity, shuttling among the colonies.

The bees were useless against them, and the swarm could only watch the sweat of their toil turn into tears, helplessly accepting the Creator's arrangement.

What happened to this bee hawk? Because it is an old man, the stone almost dispels the guard.

He slowly approached the Bee Eagle and crouched down.

It was a young eagle, smaller than an adult bee hawk, and its head was swollen and purple, presumably injured.

"Eaglet, what's wrong with your head? Is it as naughty as when I was a kid and was stung by bees? ”

The stone gently stroked the bee hawk's feathers, and the bee hawk blinked with what little strength he had left.

"Eaglet, where are your parents? They must have told you not to mess with the bee colony until the feathers are grown, so why are you disobedient? Ay! I'm not much better than you, I always make my father and mother angry, how nice it would be to see them again! ”

Under the sentimentality of sympathy, the tears of the stone fell on the body of the little eaglet.

The eaglet's body shuddered, opened its eyes, looked at the stone, and let out a low moan, as if to call for help from the stone.

"You let me save you? But there is no medicine in this hellish place, how can you let me save you? We don't even have anything to eat, I'm going to die here, you're going to die here, but luckily we can be company. ”

The little eaglet did not seem to understand the difficulty of the stone, and still looked at him pitifully with pleading eyes.

"Don't keep looking at me, I know it's painful to be stung by a bee, and if I don't give you an antidote, you won't survive...... Well, Uncle Hai's medical book mentions that the herbs that can detoxify are seven-leaf and one-branch flower, golden thread heavy building, white-flowered snake tongue grass, and half-branch lotus...... But ......"

The stone looked around, full of weeds and dead leaves, and the usable herbs may not have yet broken through the ground.

He sighed: "Little eaglet, little eaglet, don't count on it, I can't save you, and God can't save me." Let's accept our fate! Actually, the situation is not so bad, you think that in the last days you and I will be together, isn't this a blessing in misfortune? ”

The little eaglet no longer insisted, closing his eyes in despair, untouched by the optimism of the stone.

The wind grew quieter and the cave warmer, but that didn't stop death from reaching out its claws to the stone and the young eagle.

Stone's eyes were dark and dizzy, and just as he was about to cut off contact with the outside world, the little eagle suddenly groaned in pain, a sound terrible enough to wake Stone from his fainting.

The eaglet closed its eyes tightly and twitched, its black talons scraping at the dirt on the ground.

Stone turned his head to the other side sadly, unable to bear to witness the young eagle suffer.

The red whip huddled in a small puddle suddenly jumped into the eyes of the stone, he was overjoyed, jumped up, rushed over and grabbed the Shennong whip: "Little eaglet, you are saved!" It can cure all the poisons in the world! ”

Before he could finish speaking, his smiling face had disappeared, and his body stiffened in place.

"Oh no, I don't know how to detoxify with Shennong's whip, and I didn't say anything about it!" The stone scrambled to pick up the sheepskin and read the words again.

The mosquito-like mosquitoes on the sheepskin don't mention the cure for the poison.

The stone turned the sheepskin upside down, and there were no words on the back. He rubbed the sheepskin a few times unwillingly, delusionally trying to get the secret of the mezzanine by surprise, and in the end all his efforts were in vain, and at the bottom of this cave that no one cared about, there was no other possibility than death.

"Hey! Little Eagle, it seems that you are as destined as I am. The stone dragged his feet, took the Shennong whip, and walked to the little eagle, "Either I will strangle you, and then I will strangle myself." ”

Although the stone used a negotiating tone, the Shennong whip was already on the neck of the little eaglet.

The red color of the wet Shennong whip was even more dazzling, as if bright red blood could be wrung out of it.

"I, I'm going to pull!" The stone crossed Shennong's whip, his eyes protruded, he held his breath, his lively heart lingered in his throat, and the calm and composure of the faceless executioner.

The little eagle's eyes widened, and a crystal clear tear rolled out of its eye socket, landing on the Shennong whip and also on the heart of the stone.

The stone trembled, and tears burst into tears: "Little eaglet, you...... Do you want me to help you? He asked the little eaglet, and he asked himself, and for a moment he felt as if the grief he was going through was just a dream.

The little eagle closed his eyes, and the moist sockets of his eyes proved that the tears he had just had just had existed.

"You open your eyes and give me a hint, what should I do?" The stone lowered his hands, and the Shennong whip still hung from the neck of the little eaglet.

Dead as silent. The little eaglet could not hear the call of the stone, and no longer opened its eyes, and remained motionless, except for its still warm body, there was no sign of life.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you open your eyes? Sort me out! I'm so lonely! Didn't we say we'd be with each other in our last days? Little Eaglet! ”

The stone gently stroked the eaglet's head, spread his wings, and reached in to rub his body, trying to pass on his remaining life force to the eaglet, living and dying with him.

"Goo! Cuckoo! ”

"Where's the voice?" The eyes of the stone searched the small hole like a cheetah. The voice was close to him, and it should have been right next to him.

"Eagle Youngster, is that you? Are you calling? The stone stared at the eaglet, carefully placing its ear close to the eaglet's beak.

"Goo!" The little eaglet called again.

"Little Eagle, you're not dead! I knew I wasn't going to leave you behind! Wrong! You're not going to leave me! The stone was so excited that he was incoherent, and held the little eagle tightly in his arms, for fear that he would lose him if he let go.

The little eaglet slowly opened its misty eyes, weak and weak, but full of gratitude for the stone. The stone wiped the tears and snot from his face, and removed the Shennong whip that was put around the neck of the little eaglet.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. How could I have come up with the bad idea of strangling you? I'm so dizzy! ”

He had palpitations, if he did do it, what was lying in front of him now was a cold corpse, not smiling at him, not making a cooing sound.

"Goo!" The little eagle called softly again, as if to say, "Good brother, I know you are good to me!" ”

Shi was ashamed, and clumsily picked up the little eagle: "I'm a stupid person, I almost hurt you." I'll see how your wounds are doing? ”

At this time, the red sun had set to the west, and the already faint light in the cave had almost disappeared.

Faintly the stone saw that the little eaglet's wound had subsided, and he couldn't believe his eyes, and tossed and turned in the narrow hole, looking for the brightest spot.

After repeated verification, he was sure of what he saw, his mouth couldn't help but open wide, and the voice was about to come out of his throat, but he was unexpectedly stuck.

The little eaglet felt the almost crazy joy of the stone. He flapped his wings and brushed lightly against the stone's face.

"Little Eaglet!" The stone finally spoke, his chest rising and falling violently, "You won't die, your wounds are healed!" You're not going to die! ”

"Goo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! The little eagle flapped its wings vigorously, spun in a circle, and returned to the embrace of the stone.

The stone pressed its face against the young eaglet, as if they shared a life, and whoever lived meant that there was no death here.

"That's right!" The stone suddenly woke up, "This Shennong whip says it can detoxify!" It must have detoxified you when it was around your neck just now. The stone picked up the forgotten benefactor and examined it carefully.

"Shennong whip, Shennong whip, it turns out that you are really a divine thing. Come, little eaglet, put it on, your current poison may not be completely solved! ”

The little eagle broke free from the bosom of the stone and stepped back.

"Why are you hiding? I'm not trying to strangle you this time, it can detoxify you! The little eaglet's body shook even more, "Okay, it's all my fault, I scared you just now." So let's not put it on now, if your swelling is not completely gone, can we use it again? ”

The little eagle was relieved, no longer shaking its body, returned to the stone, and sat down obediently.

The stone stretched out his hand and stroked his feathers: "Little eaglet, you have to fly out when you are well, don't be trapped here like me, you go to your father and mother." I miss my dad and mom too. Woooooo ”

Stone thought that he might never see his father and mother again, and he cried out in grief.

The little eagle gently flapped his back with its wings, as if to say, "Don't cry, don't cry, you can't die with me." ”

"Well, little eaglet, you're thirsty, drink some water."

The stone points to the only shallow puddle where Shennong Whip had been soaked before.