"A bird can't spit out ivory from its beak!"

The flower fat mist pinched the tail feathers of an immortal bird and looked at it.

Its tail feathers are reddish, narrow and smooth, with a proud sheen and a heavy burning aura.

It is said that a piece of the tail feathers of an immortal bird, if it falls to the ground, can turn into an immortal fire, which is a very precious thing.

"Tail hairy! I'm dripping my tail hair! You pay me for a drop of hair, woo woo woo...... Without the tail hair, they can't dance, and the other females can't look down on the deity......"

The immortal bird pouted its ass in distress, turned its head to look, and one wing lifted the feathers and rubbed the plucked place.

"Forget it, isn't there a single hair missing, and I didn't pull you naked."

The flower butter mist glanced at it, and carved the feather in his hand with an anti-scorching spell with a nonchalant face, and then deposited it in the Qiankun ring.

"You know!" The immortal bird screamed, "On the tail of the deity, there are a total of ninety-nine feathers, which are opened just to form a fan screen, and the crown is beautiful!" If you pull one out, the fan screen of the deity will not be perfect! Not perfect, you know?!"

The flower butter mist didn't raise his head, "I don't understand." ”

"Woo woo, you're still plucking the biggest and most beautiful tail hair of the deity...... Woo woo, the deity is going to burn you! ”

The immortal bird screamed in pain, and opened its mouth to breathe fire.

"Stop."

Sitting cross-legged, facing the Qingxuan Iron Furnace, he stared thoughtfully at the pseudo-heavenly fire, stretched out a hand, and blocked the attack of the immortal bird to the right.

"Why are you holding the deity, the deity is not alive! What is the difference between a bird without tail feathers and a waste bird?! ”

She covered her ears, thinking that the voice of a certain bird looking for death and life was too noisy: "In this way, you tell me, why my spiritual power can only be refined into pseudo-heavenly fire, I will help you buy a daughter-in-law, it's interesting enough." ”

"What? Buy a daughter-in-law?! The bird's eyes lit up.

"Hmm. In the auction hall, there are often spirit beast auctions. ”

Hua Zhi Wu nodded, and said carefully, "You teach me to refine fire first, and when I learn it, I will go and refine the elixir, sell it and make a lot of money." Earn money by working on technology, and then buy you a daughter-in-law, whichever you want, you choose. ”

The immortal bird instantly forgot the pain just now, jumped up, and stood on the top cover of the Qingxuan Iron Furnace: "Yellow-haired girl, not very old, abacus is not small!" ”

"Say if you want to." The mist glanced at it impatiently.

The immortal bird coughed twice, cleared his throat, straightened his belly into a general's belly, and pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring: "Ahem, do you think the deity is so easy to buy?" Is the deity like a villain? ”

She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows: "Otherwise? ”

The immortal bird looked resolute and said indignantly: "I want to buy two!" ”

Flower Fat Mist burst out laughing: "Oh, I thought you had a lot of backbone, it turns out that you don't have a bird's face, and you are a guy who wants to see it." ”

The immortal bird flapped its wings, raised its head with its chest straight, and stepped on the Qingxuan Iron Furnace with a crackling sound: "Hey, hey, yellow-haired girl, please pay attention to your words!" The deity, the dignified immortal bird is also! You are a ball, a villain who has only been in the world for more than ten years, and you dare to blaspheme the deity? ”

It had its head held high and looked down at her with disdain.

Hua Rou Wu shook her head, patted her ass and stood up, "If you have to talk like this, then I'll go and ask my teacher, about helping you buy a daughter-in-law, I've never said it." ”

After saying that, he was about to leave.