"Today...... I missed lunch and dinner......" He didn't say any more, but the way the man looked at the bird was not quite right.

"Don't, don't, don't! I'm not good at eating, I'll burn your mouth; besides, if you eat me, how can you explain to Huang Duqi? I have dry food and water here! You let me go, we have something to say!" The bird with the light of the fire suddenly spoke.

Ink Frost let it go, turned over and continued to lie on the ground panting.

The firebird was let go, flapping its wings in the air a few times, and its body gradually grew larger, until it became a bird slightly larger than Inkfrost.

This bird's head, rump, snake neck, fish tail, dragon pattern, turtle body, swallow's jaw, and chicken beak look like a small finch with a rather bright color when it shrinks, and when it grows larger, it can be called a strange shape.

"Are you...... Strange beasts?" Ink Frost raised her head and looked at the strange thing in front of her in some surprise.

"Have you ever seen such a beautiful bird as me?" the strange bird shook its wings.

“......”

"You wait a while" The strange bird sorted out his feathers that were scratched by the ink frost for a while, but when he saw the glow flowing, there was a very faint human form in the transpiring light mist that he couldn't see, and slowly the human form began to thicken, and the fog gradually dissipated, and a man who looked quite young came out of it, which should not be as big as the ink frost.

The man was red, with red clothes, red eyes, and dark red hair, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a kind of mischievous and cunning in his almond eyes.

The corner of Mo Shuang's eyes swept the person who swept away the monster bird, and then closed his eyes and did not speak.

The man didn't know what he was looking for, so he searched for himself, flipped left and right, and after a while, he finally found a Huiyun bag, and took out a few steamed buns and a bag of water from it.

"Hey, don't you want to eat, why do you sleep?" the man with the fire lightly kicked Ink Frost's feet and motioned for him to get up.

Mo Shuang frowned, turned over and sat up, the man handed over a big steamed bun and said, "You eat slowly, I feel choked, I have water here." ”

The man silently took one, it was still hot, and it was quite soft; at that moment, his throat stirred a few times, and he bit it down without hesitation, and it didn't take long to finish eating one; the person in front of him handed him another one.

"That...... My name is Suzaku, what about you?" the fiery man looked at the ink frost and gobbled it up for a while, feeling quite good.

The slightly padded stomach was not so hungry, and the man's action of eating steamed buns also eased, and he looked at Suzaku's slightly round and big eyes and said, "Ink cream." Why do you bring these things?" and then thought, "It's Huang Yue?"

Suzaku nodded: "No, you haven't eaten much today, he was afraid that you would faint from hunger, so he asked me to bring a steamed bun over; but I thought, where is enough to eat; look at your tall horse, fortunately I brought a few more, otherwise it will not be enough for you to eat, what if you eat me!"

"You really think highly of me, I don't have the guts to eat strange beasts. Ink Frost took a sip of water.

"So you've eaten an ordinary spirit beast clan?!" Suzaku was a little surprised.

Inkfrost shook her head.

Suzaku patted his chest and sighed, "That's good...... That's good. ”

"But...... If the time comes when I have no choice, maybe I'll be hungry too. The man looked at Suzaku's noisy appearance and said a little teasingly.

It's just a joke that is in a good mood at the moment, but it startles the bird: "Bah, bah, what are you talking about! Even at that time, we can't eat our own clan! Even if it's a low-level spirit beast cultivated by ordinary small animals!"

Inkfrost's dark eyes stared at the fiery red man in front of him, and he asked strangely, "Why?"

"Because I heard that it will be cursed!" Suzaku said mysteriously, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not kidding, although we also eat chickens, ducks, fish and the like, but once these things have a spirit and become spirit animals, we can't eat them anymore, because they will become our kindred!"

"Cursed, has anyone been hit?"

"I don't know, I haven't found it. Hey, I said, you, why do you always want to eat your own people, what kind of mentality!" Suzaku frowned, extremely dissatisfied with the ink cream.

Ink Frost glanced at the man and didn't answer, returned the water bag to him after eating, leaned against the tree and stared blankly at the distant scenery.

Suzaku followed the man's gaze and found nothing to see, so he had to sit down next to the man and kindly remind, "Don't sleep, you have to practice tomorrow." ”

"What about you, now that you've done what you need to do, what are you still doing here?" Ink Frost looked sideways at the man and asked indifferently, "Spy on me?"

Suzaku plucked his ears as if he didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

The man shook his head, bothered to pay attention, and closed his eyes.

"Tsk, you're so boring!" Suzaku took two steps into the distance with a disgusted expression, and then transformed into a magpie-sized bird, flew to the tree and began to nap.

The next morning, the person who woke up the ink cream was Suzaku, and before the man could wait for him to be willing or not, the fiery man pulled him to the dining hall to eat without saying anything, and by the way, he also taught him some "skills" for eating.

Only dare to eat six points full, Ink Frost is really afraid that he will eat too much this time and will not be able to run, and when he arrives at the meeting point, Suzaku goes to his training ground and Ink Frost parted ways with him and walked to the grove.

Today is still one of those seemingly simple trainings that require perseverance, and those who are prepared will eventually stumble to complete the task, and although they just pass the level every time, it can be regarded as passing.

In this way, after more than a month of special training for endurance, Huang Yue finally handed over the ink cream to Heya, but he did not ease down, because according to the instructions of the lord, he had to increase the schoolwork for the young master in the evening or in the morning.

When Mo Shuang officially stood in the crowd of people who had already taken pictures in various ways, the eyes of that group of people were full of novelty and heat, and they all wanted to step forward and ask how the man rolled out from under Huang Yue's hands, but one by one they were repelled by Mo Shuang's own aura that was not close to the living, so they had to stuck their heads in their throats and made eye contact with each other.

Today's training is just endurance, compared to the torture given by Huang Yue, Mo Shuang felt very relaxed; during the halftime after training, no one dared to talk to him, and although he felt a little lonely, he didn't take the initiative to make friends with people; after saying hello to Heya, he walked in whatever direction he wanted.

Then he heard some noise beside a ramp that was sloping into the ground, and Inkfrost followed the source of the sound, and he saw a slight flicker of light, and followed a few steps with curiosity.

After entering the underground dark hall, he saw the scorching fires coming from all directions, draped over the zenith one by one, and a wave of heat came out of those fires, but before it could heat up again, they were all sucked away.

In the dark hall, which was already too brilliant to open without lights, Ink Squinted and hid behind a pillar and secretly watched, and when he saw who the person wrapped in the light of the flame was, he was slightly surprised-Suzaku?

When he watched the alien beast of the fire genus swallow the fire spirit essence of heaven and earth in such a majestic manner, Mo Shuang only felt bitter in his heart.

When will he be able to swallow the spiritual energy between heaven and earth effortlessly like them, and when will he be able to continuously inhale the spiritual energy into his body like them, instead of being limited by the damn upper limit of spiritual power?

The man sighed silently—it seemed impossible, he was a waste, and God would not waste his eyes on a man like him.

His eyes were a sea of red, and his skin felt the fluctuations of the heat wave, and after standing for a moment, Ink Frost finally turned his head and left, without stepping forward to interrupt Suzaku's breathing, and leaving no traces of it, he was like a thin cloud, coming and going without a trace.

I walked around again, looked at the sky and continued the training later; Ink Frost returned to the team with a blank face, listened to the teaching with a blank face, and practiced with everyone with a blank face; it was not until after dinner that someone told him that Huang Yue was going to give him a separate extra lesson, and his expression changed.

......

Under the small bamboo forest under the bright moonlight again, Huang Yue tonight was dressed in a coarse cloth suit, carrying two wooden swords in his hands, and when he saw Mo Shuang coming to him, he directly threw one of the wooden swords to him.

As soon as Mo Shuang took the sword, before he could open his mouth to ask the purpose, the weapon in Huang Yue's hand had already reached his right arm, and with a slight stroke, there was suddenly an obvious mark on the man's clothes.

"Your right arm is broken!" Before the words fell, the tip of the sword stabbed cleanly.

Mo Shuang was startled and suddenly realized that the other party was going to test his emergency ability, and immediately entered the state to parry Huang Yue.

In just a moment, there were more than ten marks on Mo Shuang's body, but fortunately, the vital places were protected by himself, while Huang Yue's body had three scratches, but they did not fall to the critical places.

For a time, the sand and rocks were flying, the bamboo forest trembled, and the flock of birds hiding in the bamboo forest that had not returned at night were so frightened that they flew up and changed places with their chirping.

The white mountain mist began to pour in slowly, covering the forest with a thin layer, but the bold moves of the two of them kept stirring the originally uniform and slightly cool gas, and from a distance, it looked like a huge white veil, embroidered with various irregular patterns.

Bent down to avoid the cold wind that came from the horizontal row;The sword in Ink Frost's left hand took advantage of the momentum to slash;A few more moves,The opponent's sword blade was inserted from the other end of the mist;Ink Frost's eyes rolled this time,Immediately abandoned the sword,The only remaining left hand against the opponent's blade is a grab,One force,Break the wooden sword,And then the body is slightly deviated。

Eventually, the broken sword hit his right chest, avoiding the location of his heart, while the broken blade in his hand passed directly through the gradually thickening mist and reached Huang Yue's throat.