"Mom! Mother! Ma Ma scolded ......"

"Tom!"

Feng Ma pushed the door and came in, followed by Feng Dad.

"What's howling?"

"That ......" Feng Xiaolong scratched his head, because there was no spirit beast in the original body in the plot, so he didn't know how to cultivate the spirit beast, so he simply called for support.

"What is this?" Feng Dad's eyes were sharp, and he first saw the little black bird jumping on the back of the fat orange.

"That's what I just bought...... No, the stone that I picked up was hatched by Xiaohu......" Feng Xiaolong Balabala said the cause and effect.

"You said they both made a contract with you?" This is the surprised wind mother.

"You say this little guy is a Roc bird?" This is the surprised wind dad.

"Uh-huh!" Feng Xiaolong made a shy appearance and scratched his head.

"Isn't that right? Isn't there only one spirit beast contract? Feng Ma also scratched her head, witches are one of the professions that like to contract spirit beasts the most, but usually they only contract one spirit beast per person.

"Maybe my son is a genius!" Feng Dad didn't think so, he was thinking about other things: "What kind of talent do these two guys have?" ”

Feng Xiaolong: "......" forgot to ask!

Then ask.

Xiaopeng was proud: "My talent is fast!" ”

With that said, let's demonstrate, swish......

I saw a black lightning bolt pass through the room, and in the blink of an eye, the little black bird was back on Fat Orange's back, and there was a golden glittering thing in his mouth.

"Hey, my earrings!" Feng Ma touched her earlobe.

"This one really works!" Feng Dad also nodded, and he was able to take away the earrings on Feng Ma's earlobes without Feng Ma noticing, an ordinary bird...... No! The average person can't do it.

"Whoa!" Xiaopeng proudly shook off his earrings and began to gasp for air.

"I'm tired of the baby!"

"It seems that Xiaopeng is still too small, and this speed can't be maintained for too long! It should be better when you grow up. Daddy Feng pondered.

"What about you? Little Tiger? ”

Feng Xiaolong looked at Fat Tangerine expectantly, Xiaohu was not the kind of newly hatched baby of Xiaopeng.

"Talent...... Will eat...... Ah......h Does it count as being able to fight? Fat Orange replied slowly.

"Xiaohu said he would fight!" Feng Xiaolong didn't know whether it was counted or not, so he could only truthfully relay it to Feng Dad.

Father Feng nodded, and then touched his son's head: "When someone asks back, they will say that Xiaopeng is a spirit bird, Xiaohu, you still say pet cats, lest there be two spirit beasts that are jealous and black." ”

"Got it, Dad!"

"If someone asks about the breed of Xiaopeng, you say it's a black crow." Feng Ma added that witches prefer to contract black cats and black crows anyway.

"This baby is not ...... Oops! ”

Xiaopeng flapped his wings and was about to protest, but was suppressed by Fat Orange lifting his cat's paw and slapping him.

"Alright...... Let's go to the stalls outside, we still need to buy some things, such as spirit beast food, spirit beast pill or something. Feng Dad said.

Since they hadn't raised spirit beasts before, they didn't hoard anything like that.

"Spirit beast food is used to feed spirit beasts at ordinary times, and spirit beast pills are necessary for spirit beasts to grow up......" Feng Ma whispered to Feng Xiaolong for science popularization.

Feng Xiaolong was holding Xiaohu in his arms, squatting on his shoulder, nodding while following Feng's father and Feng's mother outside.

Feng Dad had a strong purpose, and went directly to a stall.

"Give me ten catties of cat food and ten catties of bird food first!"

"This is a person from the Royal Beast Sect, his family's spirit beast food is the most authentic, the price is high, the nutritional value is high, and the spiritual energy content is sufficient, for the spirit beast to grow well, don't save this money!" Feng Ma followed behind and taught Feng Xiaolong in a low voice.

"It's still the wind sister-in-law who knows the goods!" The stall owner smiled and handed Feng Dad two large bags of spirit beast food, and responded to Feng Ma's words again.

"Brother Feng is also here to buy spirit beast food?" A voice came from the side, Feng Xiaolong looked up, hey, isn't this the middle-aged man who brought the heroine over?

Looking at the side again, the heroine really followed the side obediently, and held a fiery red bird in her hand.

Feng Xiaolong's eyes shrank, did the heroine still get the Vermilion Bird?

"A garbage turkey, what?" There was a fat orange voice in my head.

The heroine came over a little proudly: "Feng Xiaolong, look, I also have a spirit beast!" ”

As he spoke, he raised the little red bird he was holding in his hand in front of Feng Xiaolong, and poked the little red bird's stomach: "It will breathe fire!" ”

"Poof!" The little red bird spewed out a small ball of flames, which happened to hit Fat Orange's face.

"Hey! Why do you ......" Feng Xiaolong was suddenly angry, and he didn't care about finding the heroine to vent his anger, so he first looked down to see if his little tiger was burned.

He wasn't the only one who was angry, there was also a fat orange who was sprayed with a mouthful of fire.

"He's meowing Ben Meow for Kitty again!"

Feng Xiaolong's head sounded an angry roar, and before the heroine's hand could be withdrawn, she saw Fat Tangerine unceremoniously picking up the cat's paw is a slap.

This slap is still the kind that confiscated the claw.

"Oops!" The back of the heroine's hand suddenly made three deep scratches, and the little red bird in her hand also flew out at once.

"Twitter~" Spirit beasts are spirit beasts after all, and the little red bird, like Xiaopeng, will fly as soon as it hatches.

Although it was fanned out of the heroine's palm, the little red bird flapped its wings and flew up without any intimidation.

"Huh~" I saw a black shadow in the air.

"Twitter~~~~"

The little red bird, which had already taken off smoothly, was knocked down in mid-air.

Before the little red bird landed smoothly, the fat orange who had jumped down from Feng Xiaolong's arms jumped into the air again, stretched out his two forepaws up, and "snapped" to the ground, and the little red bird pounced in the two cat's paws.

Then there is the favorite left slap, right slap, front slap, back slap, and I saw the red feathers flying between the cat's paws.

"My little red! My Little Red !! The heroine is really anxious now, and she doesn't dare to reach out to grab it under the cat's paw, and the scratches on the back of her hand are still dripping blood.

"Uncle! Uncle! Save my birds! At this time, the heroine remembered the middle-aged man who brought her over.

This burst of birds and cats jumped, and Feng Da Feng Ma and the middle-aged people and the people around them all noticed it.

The middle-aged man frowned, although he didn't know that the little red bird was a vermilion bird, but the spirit beast that could attack by fire was still quite rare, so he reached out and grabbed it under the cat's paw.

Seeing that the other party reached over, Fat Orange directly opened his mouth, grabbed the two wings of the little red bird, and then ran out of the small square, ran to a big tree and climbed up.

With the body of this little tiger orange who doesn't have much flesh, don't be too light to climb a tree!

After climbing to a branch, Fat Orange put down the little red bird and found that he could no longer shoot it like a ball, which would hit the tree.

So...... Let's pluck the hair instead!