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Cang Shilan was disappointed in her heart, the little bird did find food, but it was only food for the birds.

A bird's pouch is thicker than a human's stomach and is able to digest hard things.

The eggshell was as hard as stone, and the bird was fine if he ate it, but if he ate it, the result was similar to swallowing a razor blade.

The little bird pecked for a while, and when he saw that Cang Shilan didn't eat it, he took a large piece from the eggshell and put it in front of Cang Shilan like a treasure.

Cang Shilan touched the bird's head lovingly. The bird's attachment to him gives him a sense of responsibility as a parent.

However, he did not eat eggshells. Just kidding, he's not stupid enough to be like a so-called domineering president, as long as it contains love, he will eat nonsense.

The bird soon ran out of eggshells.

I really can't imagine that the bird's small belly can hold such a large eggshell.

When the bird had eaten and drunk, he jumped on the head of the blue man, straightened his hair, made a bird's nest, and then lay on it, dozing off with his head.

When Lan saw that the bird was asleep and that the thatch had been almost collected, he stopped moving and sat down to weave the sack.

Cangshilan on the earth is a rural person, and when he was a child, he often knitted sacks for pocket money, so now he is familiar with weaving sacks.

It only took a little over an hour for the sack to be knitted.

Of course, because it is handmade, the sack is not particularly beautiful. The turquoise appearance also indicates that this is just a consumable item that will rot in a few days.

However, Cang Shilan didn't care, as long as he could hold on for a few days, get out of the Jinglin and see the market, he would buy a new one.

After robbing the elven ancient tree, he is a millionaire, why not.

At this time, the little bird woke up, jumped down from Cang Shilan's head, pecked at the mouth of the sack with his small beak, and found that it could be opened.

It flew to a height of more than a meter and chirped a few crisply, seemingly enjoying the pocket.

Then, it flew down and squeezed through the mouth of the sack.

Cang Shilan only saw a small bulge moving around in the sack.

He reminded a little worriedly: "Be careful, there are hairs in it, beware of cuts." ”

It seems that it is still too late to remind, and the bird squeezes out of it, and the feathers on its body are scattered.

The bird snorted angrily, as if criticizing the sack for maliciously attacking it.

After a few calls, the bird jumped on the sack again, stomping and stepping on it desperately.

Cang Shilan smiled and picked up the bird and helped it straighten out its feathers with her hands.

The little bird rubbed his little head against his hand again, and whispered as if he were complaining about the rudeness of the sack.

Suddenly, the bird flew up, opened its mouth wide at the sack, and spewed out a line of flame.

The sack burst into flames.

Cang Shilan was in a hurry and wanted to put out the fire, but there was no time.

He wanted to slap the bird a few times, but he couldn't do it, and he wanted to scold the bird, but the bird didn't understand.

Cang Shilan could only sigh secretly and be unlucky, ready to make another one.

The flames slowly extinguished, and a black sack appeared inside.

Cang Shilan smiled bitterly, this is probably the last image of this sack left in the world.

Its body has been reduced to ashes, and although it looks intact, it will instantly turn to powder when touched by hand.

He blew a breath to blow away the sad thing. But the sack did not move.

Cang Shilan blew hard again, but the sack still didn't respond.

It seems that his physical fitness has improved, but his lung capacity is still not large.

So he stretched out his foot to sweep away the ashes.

This time the sack moved, but it didn't fall apart.

He was very strange, and when he reached out, the sack went up.

It turned out that the bird had only burned the excess fur on the sack to carbonize the thatch and make it stronger and more durable.

What kind of bird is this, and why is it able to breathe flames, and the flames are so well controlled?

He asked Platini in the sea of knowledge: "Old Pu, I found a strange young bird, the whole body is fiery red, and it can breathe flames, do you know what kind of bird this little bird belongs to?"

Platini replied: "The number of fire-type birds is staggering, and it is difficult for me to judge based on your description alone. ”

To let Platini see the birds, it's as simple as lending him the vision for a while.

But yesterday Platini encouraged him to rob the Elven Ancient Tree, which made him wary of Platini, and he did not dare to lend him his five senses easily. It is easy to lend out, but difficult to repossess.

He smiled and said, "Didn't you show me a light curtain a few days ago? I can clearly see the outside from the light curtain, so why don't you show that magic today?" ”

Platini smiled wryly, "That's not magic, it's the race ability of the King of Trees." The king of the trees can command the trees and see things from their perspective. Now that the title of King of a Hundred Trees has been given to you, I'm just a bad old man, how can I still use it?"

Cang Shilan felt it slightly, and sure enough, he found that his consciousness could see the perspective of other plants.

The same object, in different perspectives, presents different appearances. Some look down, some look up, some look at it and look small, some look at it and it's huge. This probably has something to do with the height and size of the observer.

Cang Zhilan swiped with his finger, and a light curtain appeared in the sea of knowledge, and with another stroke, the content in the light curtain changed.

Damn, isn't this a tablet from another world? Cang Shilan is relatively poor on the earth, and he has no money to buy a tablet, so he has a lot of fun when he catches a tablet from another world.

Suddenly, he felt a sinking in his head, and it turned out that the bird had finished spewing fire, and was very tired, and lay on his head and took a nap.

He then remembered to ask about the bird's origin, and quickly adjusted it to the right angle and asked Platini to watch it.

Platini looked shocked, and said to Cang Shilan with a little envy: "Phoenix, phoenix! For so many years, all magicians, whether humans or elves, wanted to get a large magic pet, and the phoenix was the one who got away with the big magic pets. It's clean, loyal, magical, and racial. Hurry up and harvest it as your own pet. It doesn't matter, I'll teach you the magic contract for adopting a demon pet. ”

Cang Shilan was overjoyed, he had long known that this little bird had an extraordinary origin, but he didn't expect it to be a phoenix.

However, he shook his head and said, "No, this little bird means a lot to me, it thinks of me as a mother - well, it should be a father, and I think of it as my own son - or maybe a daughter." I don't know what the Warcraft contract is, but it must be beneficial to the owner and bad for the Warcraft, so I won't sign this contract, just let it follow me freely. ”

Platini looked at him as if he had never known Cang Shilan, then nodded appreciatively and said, "If I hadn't known you first, I would have thought you were a druid among the elves." The druids advocate harmony between man and nature, and never adopt pets. However, their relationship with Warcraft is more intimate, and they can transform into Warcraft form at any time to enhance their combat effectiveness. You have the noble character of a druid, and I will give you the power of the tree, not to the wrong person. ”

Suddenly, Platini's eyes fell on the sack, and he smiled: "Is this the sack you braided?" The mesh is a little bigger, and all the contents have been seen by others. ”

It turned out that after the flame barbecue, the thatch lost water and shrank, and the original airtight sack became a fishing net.

Cang Shilan said a little embarrassedly: "Hand remnant, no way." But after a while, when I go out and find the market, I'll replace it. ”

Everything was ready, and Cang Shilan officially began to rob the elven ancient tree.

The first time he robbed the elven ancient tree, he was single-handed, and the second time he robbed the elven ancient tree, he took the phoenix young bird, father and son.

It's not that he doesn't want to put the little bird down, after all, as long as he is a father, he doesn't want his son to see his despicable side.

But although the bird is obedient, it is very stubborn.

He put the bird down, so that he could wait for him here, but as soon as he had taken two steps, his head sank, and needless to say, the bird returned to him.

If it was repeated, he had no choice but to let it go.

He ran towards the ancient tree of combat effectiveness, and without saying a word, he took out the master token and began to dig.

The hanged man screamed loudly: "Why are you here again? I tell you, there is a limit to the number of times you can visit the Elven Ancient Tree, and a person can only get one promotion in the same Elven Ancient Tree in his life, and it is ineffective to visit again." Don't threaten me, because it's useless. ”

Cang Shilan blushed and said, "Actually, I forgot to tell you last time that my profession is a robber. ”