Feng Ming came to Yu Yao's side, but saw a black bear lying on his stomach a foot away from Yu Yao.

The black bear's seven orifices were bleeding, and their organs were shattered by Yu Yao's Jiaoxiao, and even the bones were broken! The blood and qi flowed backwards, so it bled out, otherwise it could only be seen lying on its stomach.

Yu Yao ran to Feng Ming's side, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and turned pale.

She was scared, so she instinctively wanted to make a sound. Feng Ming bowed down and picked up Yu Yao, comforted Yu Yao and said, "Yu'er is not afraid, it's okay!"

Feng Ming cast a spell to get the black bear away, and carried Yu Yao into the house. He told Yu Yao to open his mouth and looked at Yu Yao's throat - sure enough, vocal cords had grown, but she used too much force and tore her throat apart.

"Yuyao, open your mouth, ah......"

Feng Ming put Yu Yao on the chair and slowly taught her to speak.

Yu Yao was stunned for a long time before she suppressed her voice and hoarsely uttered an "ah" word, her voice was small and difficult.

Feng Ming was extremely happy to see that Yu Yao could make a sound, he hugged Yu Yao, sat at the table, and slowly taught her to speak.

Yu Yao carefully learned Feng Ming's appearance, making some simple sounds, such as "ah", "ah", "la", "na" and so on.

Feng Ming touched Yu Yao's little head and nodded: "If you can speak in the future, I will no longer worry that you can wronged people because of your mouth!"

Yu Yao smiled, looked at Feng Ming, and slowly spit out a word: "Big ......"

Feng Ming thought about it and felt strange, he didn't teach Yu Yao to say this word, how did she learn it? And what did she want to express when she said this word, disliking him too much?

Feng Ming knew that Yu Yao had only started to speak now, so he couldn't say a word completely, let alone a sentence. What's more, she had just completed her first Jiaoxiao, and her throat was torn again, so she couldn't be too reluctant, so she didn't want to explore what this "big" meant, so she only said: "Yu Yao, let's have a good rest today, and then practice slowly when my throat is better tomorrow?"

Yu Yao thought about it, opened her mouth again, but spit out the same word: "big"!

Feng Ming touched her little head, tapped Yu Yao's forehead with her fingers, took out the game she had just found, and made her something to eat.

There is no ginseng fruit on this mountain, so Feng Ming can only cook the three meals himself.

Now Yu Yao has condensed some aura, so she is not very dependent on food, and only ordinary people's food is enough for her to eat.

At the dinner table, Yu Yao clumsily picked up a piece of meat and sent it to Feng Ming's eyes: "Big!"

Feng Ming looked at it, opened his mouth, and Yu Yao happily sent the meat to Feng Ming's mouth. Yu Yao was very happy, so she grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth.

The tiger tooth was originally her fang, and after changing its original form, the fangs were exposed, which was extremely terrifying.

The days passed quietly, Yu Yao practiced her voice day by day, and day by day, the words she pronounced became more and more accurate and clear.

But what makes Fengming feel strange is that she has been practicing for half a year, and she can only utter one word each time.

For example, "eating", "sleeping", "hugging", "jumping", ......

Feng Ming didn't think it would be difficult for Yu Yuyao to pronounce a word, she was already thirty thousand years old, her life was long enough, and she could fully understand what others were saying, which showed that she could speak coherent sentences.

But so far, the only thing she says the most is that one word: "big".

It took Feng Ming a long time to slowly understand the meaning of Yu Yao's word - she was calling him.

But Feng Ming didn't understand, why did she call him "big", was he too big, or was he too strong?

Yu Yao spoke for an extremely long time, and every time Feng Ming asked, she had to think about it for a long time before giving a word.

So their daily conversation becomes:

"Yu'er, is today's soup delicious?"

"Good ......"

"Yu'er, what are you looking at here?"

"Bird ......"

"Yu'er, it's time to eat!"

"Eat ......"

Every time Feng Ming finished asking, he had to wait for almost three or four breaths before Yu Yao slowly spit out that word.

It's just that Feng Ming is never in a hurry, he has time to wait, waiting for her to say that word.

Although in the past six months, Feng Ming's training to speak to Yu Yao has had little effect, but Feng Ming has been persistent, telling her to practice slowly, he doesn't mind waiting for her to slowly find that word from her mind, and then spit it out.

Day after day, year after year, Yu Yao finally failed to learn how to control her vocal cords and say two coherent words.

Feng Ming watched her speak slowly and leisurely, not discouraged, still patiently waiting for her to speak.

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The swing in front of the house had already broken down, so Feng Ming replaced Yu Yao with a new one, and she sat on it, waiting for Feng Ming to push it.

The pine trees in the mountains bear pine cones, and Feng Ming also picked some and fried them to make snacks for Yuyao. It's just that she is sometimes greedy, and when she eats too much, she gets very tired, and she can't eat anything else, so she tugs at the corner of Feng Ming's clothes, puffs out her mouth, and asks Feng Ming to rub her belly.

Feng Ming also patiently rubbed her bloated little belly. Most of the time, Feng Ming rubbed it too comfortably, Yu Yao didn't know when she had already fallen asleep, sometimes she would murmur out of her mouth, Feng Ming had also listened carefully, but there was always only one word: "big".

Feng Ming touched Yu Yao's little face, covered her with a quilt, and lay down with her to sleep quietly.

When Yu fell asleep, she habitually had to hold Feng Ming. Feng Ming thought that she just needed to hold something, so she gave her a soft pillow, but the little girl struggled to throw it down in her sleep - she only wanted Feng Ming, except for Feng Ming, she would rather not hold anything.

Feng Ming looked at her so persistent in her sleep and felt funny. This feeling of being deeply attached made Feng Ming feel very comfortable.

In the ninth year of Changyang Mountain, Feng Ming felt that it was time to leave with Yu Yao, maybe she needed to go elsewhere and find her own way.

So Feng Ming took Yu Yao, went down the mountain, and continued south. After passing the snowy mountain, Feng Ming took Yu Yao to an endless grassland.

The green on the grassland made Yuyao very happy, she clapped her hands and said to Feng Ming: "Grass ......"

After a long time, he spit out another word: "Green ......"

Feng Ming touched her little head and nodded, "Does Yu'er like it?"

Yu Yao nodded, slowed down, and then said, "Happy ......"

Usually, she only uses one word when she says "like", as for when to use which word, Feng Ming has not mastered any rules, it seems to depend on the mood, and she can use which one she wants!

Feng Ming touched Yu Yao's little head and said, "Does Yu'er want to live here?"

There are not many people on the grassland, and Yuyao always has to slowly adapt to people, or gods. asked her to face many people at once, and Yu Yao was always a little timid.