The howling mountain wind crossed the cold cliffs, and the four unprotected chicks lost their spirits when they saw England suddenly fall to the ground, and they kept playing with the corpse of the big bird that fell on the thatch with their beaks, and the nest was suddenly filled with desolate chirping. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Andy sat slumped and gasped, he hadn't recovered from his panic, the beak of a bird was as wide as a coffin in a church cemetery, and he would never believe he was alive if it weren't for the long arrow stuck in his brown eye.

The four chicks slowly stopped chirping, and they gathered around each other rubbing their necks. Andy looked at the long black arrow that pierced England's eyes with some curiosity, anyway, the person who shot the long arrow was his savior, so he could say some words of thanks when he saw him, but he looked around and didn't find where the hero who rescued him was.

Andy moved to England's side, and he pulled out the bow and arrow that was stuck in the bird's eye. The surface of the bow, which was about the same length as his own height, was smooth, and a kind of evil power seeped from the pure black color. He continued to look around with his bow and arrows in hand, and found nothing unusual, he wanted to know what had happened outside while he was in the bird's beak.

Andy's right leg was numb with the flesh turned out, and blood slowly flowed down the bare skin into the nest. The four chicks had long since ceased to pay attention to their prey, and the little ones who had gathered around England's corpse to keep warm had now obediently closed their eyes. A gust of wind blew, and in the distance came another England.

In contrast, the big bird in the distance was even more terrifying than England in the nest, and it was like a house with wings. Andy looked helplessly at the surrounding cliffs, and then looked up at the clear blue sky, his desperate eyes were full of a little reluctance. He took a few steps to the edge of the cliff and sat down in the nest again, his hair clinging to the saliva from the beak on his shoulders like a wick about to burn out.

At this moment, more than a dozen flaming bows and arrows were fired at the bird's nest on the edge of the cliff. As soon as England fell to the edge of the nest, the dry thatch was set on fire, and the big bird saw the raging flames and immediately kicked out its legs and retreated out of the nest, its huge wings bringing up a gust of wind. The thatch that had been lit was flapped everywhere by the wings of the big bird, and the flames spread rapidly throughout the nest.

England kept hovering above the nest, trying to fly back to save its chicks, but the flames finally caused the big bird to fly away in a panic, and the four abandoned nestlings in the nest screamed in the direction where the big bird had flown away.

Andy breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at England in the distance, although he temporarily relieved the threat of the big bird, but the fire in the bird's nest caused him new trouble. The four chicks in the nest screamed incessantly, and their almost sluggish movements tried to get rid of the ferocious tongue of fire.

Seeing this, Andy immediately felt pity, and took advantage of the fire to not burn the four chicks, he stepped forward and captured one of the abandoned chicks. He put the chick behind him and went to catch the other three.

He tried to get as close as he could to the side of the cliff, and as he moved, he noticed a depression in the cliff wall, and he struggled to squeeze into it. The narrow depression served as a screen that completely separated him from the flames, and he immediately dragged his injured right leg to grab the other three as soon as he had set up the first chick.

The fire scorched Andy mercilessly, his hair scorched by the flames, and the strong smell of smoke almost suffocated him. The three chicks screamed as they moved in the opposite direction to him. He stretched out his hands to keep the distance between them as little as possible, and he grabbed the wings of two of the chicks with his butt against the cliff wall. The panicked little ones looked like frightened children, and they couldn't see their parents at all.

There was still a chick on the edge of the nest screaming at the edge of the fire, and Andy was nervous. Although the four chicks almost killed him just now, his only thought now was to save all four chicks from the fire.

Andy lowered all three chicks into the hollow of the stone wall, and he turned and moved towards the position of the fourth chick. The little creature had closed its eyes from the flames, and it was hiding on the edge of the cliff with its neck bent.

Andy's back was clinging to the rock wall of the cliff, the nest beneath his feet was about to collapse, the dry thatch was almost burned by the fire, and England, who had been killed by a bow and arrow, began to crumble. He stomped his foot on the hot rocks, making sure to keep some distance from the burning wood, and the air was filled with the smell of thatch and feathers burning.

Andy stretched out his right hand and finally grabbed the wings of the last chick, and he didn't know if the little thing was still alive. He carried the silent chick back to the hollow of the cliff face, and he placed the fourth chick with the previous three.

Moments later, the stand of the nest fell into the fog-obscured abyss below the cliff along with England, who had been killed by a bow and arrow. The other three chicks gathered together as soon as the fourth chick returned to them, stroking each other with their wings, and Andy smiled happily at the sight.

As the four chicks crowded together, Andy, who was leaning against the rock wall, unconsciously shed tears. He suddenly realized that life is very precious to any species, but family affection is not unique to human beings, and the originally dull left chest glowed white again with the surge of Emma's essence.

Andy could still feel the scorching heat behind the rock face, and it wasn't long before England's nest was completely burned down. He was clinging to the stone wall with his back in the direction of the bird's nest, the skin on his back made the gray rock purple, and the claw wound on his right leg made him feel like he was about to lose it. But he couldn't help but grin when he looked at the little guy who had been awakened by the other three chicks at his feet.

Andy listened to the fading "crackling" sound outside and decided to take a look at the bird's nest, and he poked his head out from behind the rocks with his neck crooked. The wide nest was gone, and less than half a meter from him was the cliff.

Andy looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know what to do, although he was lucky enough to escape England's predation, but the bottomless cliff was obviously an insurmountable obstacle for himself, even if the little naughty was estimated to be in vain here.

Andy was frowning and pondering, when suddenly some voices came from above the cliff top. He turned his head and saw a green vine coming down from the top of the cliff, and then a little fat monkey grabbed the green vine and went down to the stone wall, it tiptoed on the narrow cliff to find something, and its anxious expression was reflected on its face.

The chicks had all become "bald chickens" after the roasting, and they chirped quietly behind Andy. The little fat monkey seemed to hear the noise behind the cliff, and it tiptoed to the hollow in the rock where Andy was hiding. It lifted its wrinkled little face and looked at the red-skinned Auston and shouted, "Aha!