The scorching sun scorched and dozens of children rushed back to the tribe, they walked next to the walls of the stone house, their figures sneaky, as if they were afraid of being discovered, their young faces were full of excitement, and it was difficult to hide the excitement in their hearts.

When a few of the clansmen who were polishing their weapons in the shade of the trees saw the appearance of the children, they all looked puzzled, and thought: What is wrong with these children?

However, they did not pay much attention to it, and expected that the children in the tribe would be fine, and continued to work under the trees.

"Could this blackbird be a descendant of a fierce bird?" Mo Shan muttered softly as he stared at the blackbird in his hand. However, the fierce bird he could think of was different from the little black bird.

"Ah! the little black bird's wound is still bleeding. Mo Fan saw that the red blood flowed out of the black bird's wound, staining Mo Shan's animal skin clothes red, and hurriedly reminded everyone loudly.

"We have to find a medicine to stop the bleeding and scatter it to stop the blackbird's bleeding, and we must not let it lose too much blood and die. ”

"There must be hemostasis at Grandpa Mo Yuan's house, let's go, let's go to Grandpa Mo Yuan's house." ”

"We must also ask Grandpa Mo Yuan, is this little black bird a descendant of a fierce bird?"

A group of children shouted and walked towards Mo Yuan's residence.

In a moment, they pushed open the door of the clan elder Mo Yuan and rushed into the stone house.

The light in the stone house was a little dim, Mo Fan just stepped into the stone house, and a lot of old medicines mixed with it, a rich medicinal fragrance like a substance suddenly came to his face, he took a breath, the medicinal fragrance was sucked into the stomach, and suddenly turned into a small warm current flowing throughout the body, Mo Fan's little face showed a look of enjoyment.

On the walls of the stone house hang many sun-dried old medicines, which are dazzling to look at. More than a dozen old ginseng plants, vaguely there are human body outline rudiments, roots are also densely packed innumerable, at a glance you know that the year is long enough, extremely rare, as well as such as yellow essence, Ganoderma lucidum and other precious old medicines.

When the children pushed open the door, Mo Yuan was preparing some special medicine on the stone table, and when he heard the sound of pushing the door, he stood up and looked back.

"Why did you dolls come to me?Huh! Where did you catch a blackbird?" Mo Yuan looked at the children who pushed open the door and walked in, his expression was a little surprised, and then his eyes were slightly condensed, and he noticed the blackbird in Mo Shan's arms, and two essences shot out of his eyes.

Mo Shan was about to explain to Mo Yuan, but before he could speak, a few of the children who were fast-talking quickly narrated the incident to Mo Yuan.

"Grandpa Mo Yuan, is there any medicine to stop bleeding? The little black bird's wound is still bleeding!" Mo Fan saw that the little black bird's wound was bleeding, and hurriedly stepped forward, and said to Mo Yuan in a childish voice.

Mo Yuan heard the children's narration, and then carefully glanced at the blackbird held by Mo Shan, turned around and walked into the stone house, and took out a packet of medicine powder used to stop bleeding from it. When Mo Shan saw it, he hurriedly handed the black bird he was holding to Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan took the black bird from Mo Shan's hand, and applied the gray-colored hemostatic powder to the black bird's wound, and the blood gradually stopped.

"Grandpa Mo Yuan, what is the name of this blackbird, is it a descendant of a powerful fierce bird?" The children's eyes were dark and bright, and their bones were spinning, and they looked at Mo Yuan with anticipation, and asked in childish voices.

They wanted the Blackbird to be the offspring of some powerful bird, so that in the future, when the Blackbird grew up, it would bring back a lot of prey for the tribesmen from the mountains.

"Child, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, for this little bird with black feathers is common in the mountains, and it is not the blood of some powerful bird. Mo Yuan smiled when he heard the children's questions, he looked at the children's expectant eyes, his eyes showed a touch of kindness and wisdom, and then patiently explained.

"The world we live in is too vast to be described as vast. There are all kinds of steep and strange mountains and rivers, and there are countless groups of fierce birds and beasts living in the barren land, and they are also unknown and innumerable. In addition, the fierce beasts of different races will also be combined, which makes the blood of the beasts mottled and mixed, and the appearance is strange, which is even more difficult to distinguish.

Therefore, only those races with noble blood and strong strength, such as dragons and phoenixes, peng birds, etc., or beasts with extremely large and extremely wide distribution, and obvious body characteristics will have names, such as wolves and horned sheep. As for the names of other beasts, most of them have different opinions, and they are extremely confusing, and even many fierce beasts have more than one name, just because their appearance is too ordinary people, and their bloodlines are also very weak, and their origins are unknown, and this blackbird is probably like this. I have seen many birds that are very similar to them in the mountains. ”

"Then when this blackbird grows up, can it bring back prey for us?" The other children were a little disappointed when they heard this, but Mo Ning still didn't give up, he raised his head and looked at Mo Yuan, the blazing light in his eyes was unabated, and he asked eagerly.

"Haha...... Most of the eagles and beasts are wild and untamable, but they are not easy to raise, especially the birds, if they are not careful, they will flee and fly back to the mountains, and this blackbird is too small, I am afraid that there is no blood of the beast, even if it is an adult in the future, it is difficult to fight with the powerful beasts in the mountains and forests, you should not have too much hope. Mo Yuan laughed a few times, then handed the blackbird to Mo Shan, touched his little head, and said with a smile.

How could he not know the minds of children!

The tribesmen once thought of domesticating fierce beasts, but after several attempts, they found that most of the fierce beasts with powerful bloodlines were difficult to tame. And even if those weak beasts are successfully raised, they only consume the food of the tribe, and it is difficult to achieve the original purpose at all, and the tribesmen sometimes have not enough food for themselves, and where can they be used to raise fierce beasts, after many failures, they will also give up that mind.

Hearing Mo Yuan's words, Mo Shan hugged the blackbird, hanging his head and feeling a sense of frustration, and the whole person was like a blade of grass outside the stone house that had been wilted by the scorching sun.

"Goodbye Grandpa Mo Yuan. Finally, Mo Fan politely said goodbye to Mo Yuan.

The children came out of the stone house and went out into the tribal clearing.

"This bird does not have a strong ferocious bloodline and cannot bring back prey for the tribe. Mourning said disappointedly.

"What about the blackbird, let it go, it's so badly wounded, I'm afraid it won't survive!" a child glanced at the blackbird, lost his previous excitement and excitement, and said in a flat tone.

"Don't you like it? it looks so cute!" Mo Fan asked, stroking the little black bird's feathers, looking at the other children suspiciously.

"Afan, if you like it, keep it, but be careful not to get hurt by its sharp beak and claws. Mo Shan felt that Mo Fan liked this blackbird very much, and said casually.

"Okay, okay......"

Mo Fan's little face showed a look of joy, and he took the blackbird from Mo Shan's hand, looking excited and excited.

"Little blackbird, I'll give you a name first...... Well, your feathers are jet black, or I'll call you little black. He carefully took the blackbird in his arms, combed its messy feathers, stroked the blackbird's feathers, and muttered in a low voice. It seems to be saying it to the blackbird in his arms, and it seems to be talking to himself.

The blackbird curled up with a trembling body, and his jewel-like dark eyes secretly glanced at Mo Fan, and there seemed to be a faint grateful light in his eyes.