"No wonder I used to hear people say that magpies don't remember grudges, they only remember that I plucked your hair, and they don't remember that I rescued you, and they are really ungrateful birds."

On the way home, Jiang Yifan, who was still worried about this, muttered angrily.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, there was a bird's cry behind him.

When he turned his head, he found that five or six white spirit magpies were flying towards him.

'Woo-''Woo-'Woo-'

They didn't give Jiang Yifan the slightest chance to react, and immediately let go of the pebble in the bird's claws, and attacked him like a missile dropped by a bomber.

"?"

Jiang Yifan, who was taken aback, subconsciously accelerated the frequency of pedaling with both feet, making the bicycle run forward a lot.

But even so, he still couldn't completely escape the attack of these stones, and two or three smashed on his back.

If he had been a little slower, he would have been hit in the head.

'Woo-''Woo-'Woo-'

After an attack, the white spirit magpies were still unrelenting, quickly circled in the air, and flew back to throw out the stone held by the other bird's claw for a second round of attacks.

This time, because it was a head-on attack, Jiang Yifan was useless even if he pedaled the pedal fast, so he could only hurriedly stretch out a hand to block his face.

In addition to the stones, which smashed on his arm, shoulder, and chest, one of them happened to fall on the finger of his one-handed grip.

Under the pain, his hand shook unconsciously, and he almost stumbled off the car.

"Silly beep! Silly beep! ”

The bald-tailed fat white spirit magpie yelled at him twice, with a mocking expression on his face, and flew away with his companions.

"Kind of come back! I'll let the snake master come out and stab you to death! ”

Jiang Yifan shouted angrily while picking up his schoolbag.

But before he took out the Sumeru bead where the bronze snake was located from his bag, the distant backs of those white spirit magpies were already so small that they were almost invisible.

"Wait for me, I'll go to the library tomorrow to squat you, if you dare to come, see if my snake master can't pierce you."

Jiang Yifan, who had nowhere to vent his anger, could only hammer the handlebar violently, gritted his teeth and put down the cruel words, then put the schoolbag back on his back, and slammed on the pedal under his feet.

I pedaled so fast and so hard that the chain of this mountain bike, which had been ridden for many years, made a somewhat overwhelming sound.

'Squeak-'

After riding a small distance, he slammed the brakes, causing a screeching sound of the tires rubbing against the ground.

Jiang Yifan, who stretched out his feet to stabilize the body, turned his head to look at a garbage can on the side of the road.

More accurately, looking at a blackbird standing on a trash can.

[Black Feather Raven, D-Class Netherworld]

[The appearance resembles a crow, the whole body is jet black, and the eyes are blood red.]

There is a short feather on the top of the head, which rises high and sharpens the edges when in combat to defend against attacks to the head. But when it comes to being with its close kind, this feather becomes soft because it relaxes.

As the most worthless demon spirit, the black crow has the same high intelligence as the white spirit magpie, and can recognize the difference between human faces, understand human language to a certain extent, and learn human language to conduct simple conversations.

The combat effectiveness is slightly higher than that of the white spirit magpie, and the social nature of the group is stronger, and the black feather jays that live in the wild tend to gather together in large numbers to hunt and eat, which can be called a wilderness nightmare.

Although there are many similarities with the White Spirit Magpie and its combat effectiveness is superior, the number of Black Feather Crows living in the city is far less than that of the White Spirit Magpie, and they are often driven out as soon as they appear in the field of human vision.

The main reason why the two are treated differently is that the Black Feather Crow are generally more arrogant, not so close to humans, and do not speak auspicious words in order to beg for food.

And because of its underworld status, it likes to gather around cemeteries and places where white events are held, and over time it is regarded as an ominous symbol and is hated by people.

The Black Feather Raven is said to possess a racial ability that brings the curse of bad luck. 】

[No pre-formed or evolutionary form.] 】

The black feather crow, who was alarmed by the sound of braking, turned his head to look at Jiang Yifan vigilantly, his blood-red eyes looked very sharp, and he did not have the slightest meekness of a domestic demon spirit.

At the same time as it looked at Jiang Yifan, Jiang Yifan was also looking at it.

"I remember that although the crow has more grudges than magpies, it seems that they also remember gratitude, right?"

Jiang Yifan recalled the habits of crows, "The story of crows feeding their parents has yet to be verified, but there is indeed a social behavior of sharing food with the same kind of people who have a good relationship..."

Jiang Yifan, who had a bold idea in his heart, did not continue to stay, but chose to ride away.

This also made the black feather crow, who was originally vigilant and raised its head with sharp feathers, relax slightly, and the edges of the feathers immediately softened a little.

'Whoa... Whoa...'

The black crow craned its neck and pulled the trash through the bucket with its beak, continuing to look for any food scraps left.

In September, the weather in the south is still hot, and even if the garbage cans on these streets are cleaned regularly every day, they still emit a foul smell due to the high temperature of the environment.

It doesn't taste good, but it's used to it.

"Dumb..."

The black crow chirped quietly, its voice hoarse, and it contained a sense of poignant.

It's like correspondingly to today's bad luck, after so long, I still haven't found enough food to fill my stomach.

In desperation, it had to pull out a bag of potato chips that only exuded a hint of food aroma, poked its head in, and pecked at the crumbs that were better than nothing.

After making sure that the bin was running out of extra food, it jumped to the ground and picked up a bottle of mineral water that had accidentally touched the floor while rummaging through the garbage.

'Bang~'

The black crow flapped its wings, flew lightly, stood on the edge of the garbage can, and threw the mineral water bottle back into it, and the collision between the bottle and the wall of the barrel made a crisp sound.

This behavior was learned from the two-legged cubs - if the bottle was not thrown in once, they would pick it up and throw it in when they got closer.

It doesn't know the point of doing this, but it likes to imitate the two-legged cubs.

Because unlike the adult two-legged beasts, they always look at themselves with kindness.

'Squeak-'

Just as the black crow was about to flap its wings and leave, it once again heard the sound of brakes that it had heard not long ago.

"Great, you're still here, would you like something to eat?"

It was not very old, and had not spent much time in the city, and could not understand the language of the two-legged beasts like its older kind.

But it doesn't care what the two-legged beast says, it only cares...

The smell of food!