It may be that Wang Linlin's prayers played a role, and the electric light emitted by the "All-Seeing Eye" became stronger and stronger, but it did not point to Sun Hui's body.

At this moment, a small sparrow suddenly flew in from the window.

Sun Hui couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this sparrow.

He couldn't remember what kind of "Murphy's Law" he had read in any book, which probably meant that if something could go in a bad direction, it would definitely go in a bad direction. It's like eating bread with jam for breakfast, if the bread accidentally falls to the floor, then the side that touches the ground must be the side with jam.

Just like now.

The "All-Seeing Eye" instantly shot out a small electric light, right in the middle of the little sparrow that had foolishly strayed into a strange place.

Sun Hui felt as if a black hole appeared on the little sparrow's body, and then he screamed (of course, no one would hear it except himself), and sucked the black hole into the little sparrow's body.

When he opened his eyes, he found that this time his soul had successfully "merged" with the little sparrow.

Yes, he became a sparrow.

He first hit his head against the beam, his feathers stiffened, he lost his balance, and he fell.

Fortunately, he did not exert himself violently, and although he was dizzy from the blow, he immediately flew again, and he did not feel ashamed, and once again spread his wings, and bent vigorously with trembling and trembling—slowing down little and little, losing his balance again—and he knew that he was no ordinary bird.

Under the stunned gaze of the four girls, he flew out of the window.

He himself did not know why, but as long as he kept his balance and flew low with less than half a wing, he could stay in the air longer and with less effort.

It was a real problem for this little bird to raise its wings, and he couldn't be careful. He tried ten times, and ten times it was the same, and as soon as he reached a certain speed, he lost control, became a fluffy mass, spun around, and fell straight down, and once fell into a pond.

He was drenched in water, and finally realized that the key was to keep his wings still when flying at high speeds—to fly close to the limit, and then to hold his wings still.

He tried again from a height of two thousand meters. As soon as his speed reached the limit, he turned and swooped down, his mouth pointing down, his wings fully extended, motionless. It was very laborious, but it was successful.

But the victory was short-lived. He was just about to change his flight posture and change the angle of his wings, when he suddenly lost control and failed.

He just flew like this, and before he knew it, he flew to the surface of the river.

He jumped more than 2,000 meters from the river (his own estimates) without thinking about defeat and death. He pressed his forewings close to his body, allowing only the narrow, streamlined tips of the wingtips to meet the wind, and then swooped vertically.

The wind roared in his ears like a beast. He flew faster and faster. At the limit, the tension on the wings is not as great as when it is close to the limit. With a slight bend of his wingtips, he easily changed his swooping stance, grazing the water like lightning, like a grayish-brown bullet in the sunlight.

He narrowed his eyes into two slits against the wind, and his heart was full of joy, and at this speed, he could still control it! I don't know how fast it is to dive down from a height of 5,000 meters, if not from 2,000 meters......

He had forgotten the unhappiness of being a sparrow just now, and had been blown away by the gust of wind. He looked down from a height of 5,000 meters, and the sailboats on the calm river became small dots. The flock of waterfowl eating is like a thin cloud of dust, slowly floating on the surface of the river.

He's alive! He trembled slightly with joy, and was proud that he was able to suppress the fear in his heart. Then, without hesitation, he tightened his front wings, unfurled his short, angled wingtips, and swooped straight towards the river.

By the time he had crossed an altitude of about four thousand meters, he had reached extreme speed, and the howling wind was like a solid wall, holding him in front of him, preventing him from moving at a faster pace. He's flying straight down now. He swallowed, knowing in his heart that if he spread his wings at such speed, he would be crushed. But speed is power, speed is joy, and speed is pure beauty.

He changed his flight posture at an altitude of about a thousand meters. The wingtips crackled in the wind, and the outlines were blurred; A flock of waterfowl swept diagonally past him, bursting like a meteor.

He couldn't stop; He didn't yet know how to turn at such speeds.

Hit something and you're dead.

He struck through the flock of waterfowl for breakfast, hearing only the whirring of the wind and the screams of the birds.

The god of fate was smiling at him, and no one had died.

By the time he raised his mouth to the sky, he was still moving at a speed close to his limit. Then he slowed down a bit, and finally spread his wings, and about four thousand meters below the sailboat had turned into a peanut floating on the river.

He simply flew to a higher airspace, folded his wings, and swooped down from an altitude of about 8,000 meters, figuring out how to turn.

He found that by turning a feather on the tip of a wing, he could make a sharp turn smoothly and steadily at high speeds. Before he learned this, he had discovered that at that speed, he could spin like a spinning top with just one or two feathers...... He didn't know if he was the first sparrow in the world to do stunts.

He regained the feeling he had when he was a "feather man".

"What nerves do you have? Can you hear me? Ye Chuchu's voice came from behind him.

Sun Hui turned his head and saw a huge silver ball shining behind him.

Ye Chuchu actually caught up with his crazy little sparrow.

Sun Hui flew to the silver ball and opened his mouth to call her name, but he was surprised to find that all he could say was a chirping "bird language".

"Okay, okay, don't bother, you don't have to say it, I don't understand it anyway." Ye Chuchu appeared from the silver ball, squatted on the silver ball, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at him fixedly, "Try if your ability is still there, you can prove that it is not you." ”

Sun Hui understood, his heart moved, and instantly turned into a "firebird".

"Yes, it's really your ......" Ye Chuchu sighed and stretched out his hand to Sun Hui, "Come on, let's go home." ”

Sun Hui sighed, collected the flames, flew to her hand and stopped.

Ye Chuchu took him into the silver ball and began to fly back, Sun Hui was in the silver ball and couldn't see the situation outside (Ye Chuchu could, because the silver ball could be said to be a part of her body), but because it was in her hands, his original restless heart gradually calmed down.

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