Fang Nuo was covered in fur and jumped out of the witch's arms.

As soon as his limbs touched the ground, he rushed under the bookshelf not far away like an arrow from a string.

As he was picked up by the other party, the place flashed through his mind - a wonderful hiding place, dark enough, cramped enough, and maybe dirty enough?

In normal times, even he would shy away from such a place, let alone a human woman of other races, who is rumored to like a clean environment.

Of course, he had to doubt whether the owner of the house was in line with the common perception of the Yellow Immortals, after all, "this hut was a mess by a certain being" was a fact of his own experience.

There was a lot of dust under the shelves, but there were no other small creatures that the beast hated.

Fang Nuo cautiously poked his head out to look upwards under the cover of a foot on the bookshelf, and suddenly, the silver-haired witch's face with a slightly disappointed and frustrated look jumped into his eyes.

Ah, she's looking for herself, Fang Nuo thought.

Don't underestimate the speed of the yellow immortals who have been surviving in the forest! Looking at the witch's expression, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of the success of the prank.

"Ah......h Sneeze! ”

[Malice from the World +10]

However, "the good times didn't last long", and due to the dust under the bookshelves, he soon had to reveal his whereabouts to the witch.

The other party's face instantly showed joy, and he no longer cared about the book that was sealed with the dangerous thing—she saw her pull a rope-like object from her sleeve as she quickly approached the bookshelf that had just been heard.

Fang Nuo immediately retracted his head in fright, and then shrank away from the light source.

"Don't be afraid." A witch's voice came from overhead, "I won't hurt you." ”

"Hmm......" she paused.

Then, the "click" of high heels sounded in the room, as if she had gone back and stirred up something else.

"Poor little fellow, I can assure you that the guys who scared you just now will never run out again."

After saying this, the voice of the witch never sounded outside the bookshelf again—but Fang Nuo would not be deceived by such a trick of humans!

Although the surroundings were quiet, the sound of the other party's slightly nervous breathing continued to drift past his ears.

It's clear that the witch is crouching in front of the bookshelf, waiting for her new pet to be impatient and "throw himself into the net".

Stupid human, he thought, because of the danger just now, he had accidentally scraped together enough "malice points" to make the portkey, and as long as the witch was away from the hut, he could leave the place without noticing.

Although he hadn't figured out the origin of this ability yet, it didn't prevent him from making a plan to return to Huangxian Ridge based on it.

Of course, before going home, he also planned to repay the witch for saving her life...... It was believed that this would not waste much of his time or sabotage his escape attempts.

Things turned out just as Fang Nuo expected, the witch had not been able to complete the other person's commission before hurrying back, so she could not stay in the hut for too long, and finally had to regret leaving.

After hearing the sound of the door closing, Fang Nuo deliberately waited for a little more time before slowly crawling out from under the bookshelf, standing up, and combing the gray hair with the soles of his forefeet.

He jumped a few times to the desk by the window, and looked at the witch in the distance through the window.

In just a few moments, the other man's hairstyle changed, at least from Fang Nuo's angle, that is, the witch's back, her silver hair, which shone brightly under the light source, was no longer draped behind her, but was tied up high, swaying happily behind her back.

In this way, it is not easy to get dust when lying on the ground.

But Fang Nuo didn't care about the changes in human appearance, he could only secretly congratulate the other party for leaving so decisively.

After making this simple confirmation, he seized the time to mobilize the spiritual power of the surrounding atmosphere, and at the same time thought about the construction of the portkey in his mind-

[Target: Composition - Doorkey; Malicious Value Required: 100]

[Malicious value spending has been approved, and the composition begins.] 】

Similar to last time, after consuming a certain amount of spiritual power and the so-called "malice value", a simple key appeared in Fang Nuo's field of vision.

Picking up the key, Fang Nuo's heart was excited.

But when he arrived at the door again, he encountered new difficulties.

How does he put the key in the keyhole?

Standing upright, he wasn't long enough to reach the doorknob; If you jump, you'll just repeat what happened before.

So, he turned his attention to the other furnishings in the room.

Before leaving, the witch cleaned up the hut a little, picking up all the conspicuous items that had been left on the floor by some of the unknown guys, some of them were put on the shelves, and some of them were temporarily shelved on the table—all of which she had done while she was waiting for Fang Nuo to come out—and the book that had hidden danger and the mirror that Fang Nuo had repaired, were also put back on top of the bookshelf.

Seeing this, Fang Nuo shook his head slightly.

For unknown reasons, he did not have the idea of damaging the beauty of the scene in front of him and breaking the sense of balance in the placement of objects.

So, use your abilities to make a stepping platform with the right height, he thought.

In the next moment, the light converged before his eyes, gradually outlining the outline of a prismatic platform, and then quickly fading, leaving only the constructed real object.

A familiar voice sounded, this time still deducting 100 "malicious points", and now, he only held the strange value of 20 points.

And even when he realized this fact, Fang Nuo did not think that he was abusing this power, on the contrary, he enjoyed it, and already had a guess about "how to obtain malicious value".

The little beast who opened the door of the witch's house, after burrowing into the lush lawn outside the door, was no longer in a hurry to leave, he wanted to settle the debt he owed before the witch returned home.

Supporting himself from the grass, Fang Nuo's little head swayed from side to side, taking in the surroundings.

There are too few facts that he can do, and he doesn't understand human preferences...... The only stories he had heard from the elders of the clan were for his reference.

In their Yellow Immortal clan, there are often a few demon beasts who are unwilling to fail to beg for the seal, and after a period of retreat and cultivation, they hide from the elders and go down the mountain to contact the outside world.

And when they think that they have changed a little and return to the mountain satisfied, the elders will celebrate their safe return to their hometown, and few blame them for leaving the mountain without permission.

As a result, these beasts who went out to train and triumphed became the idols of the little yellow fairies in the clan, and the children often pestered them to tell them about things related to the outside world, including "revenge" and "revenge".

Some Yellow Immortals with improper intentions would run to take revenge on the demon beast tribe or humans who had failed to ask for the title, Fang Nuo had always despised this kind of beast, but there were still other small beasts of the same generation who blindly worshipped them...... In the black books of the witch's house, there may be an existence similar to this kind of beast sealed.

As for "repaying the favor" - this is the story that a little beast like Fang Nuo is most interested in.

In their opinion, this is a romantic and great thing, so much so that "if you have a favor, you will be repaid" has become the principle of a little yellow fairy like him.

In those oral stories, some Huang Xian unfortunately stepped on a trap such as a mousetrap after leaving home, and was rescued by a passing well-wisher, and he would also help his benefactor when he was in a difficult situation, delivering food, herbs and the like every day, and also helping his benefactor to connect with other well-wishers, so that he could get the same kind of help to get out of danger......

Others become signposts that lead their benefactors to find treasures buried in the middle of nowhere, and become wealthy......

or to help the benefactor exorcise evil spirits and lift the curses left by other demon beasts; Either it is something like "bringing some rare items to the door of the benefactor's house every day, admiring the surprised look of the other party and taking pleasure in it"; There are also special reminders to those who are destined to be doomed, and to repay the favor by relying on the understanding of the goal......

What should I do? Fang Nuo glanced back at the witch's hut, only to feel that thoughts were surging in his mind, and all kinds of ideas sprung up like mushrooms, but none of them seemed to be reliable.

And while he was agonizing about his next move, a noisy noise disturbed his train of thought, and as he followed the sound, he saw several large birds hovering directly above him, flapping their wings and making unpleasant chirps.

Just grab a few birds and throw them at the door of the witch's house, and just provide her with the raw materials for a certain meal, which can be regarded as repaying her kindness.

Fang Nuo knew the birds that kept dying, and he had heard of the species from the elders of the family, to be exact.

Those birds are called "mourning birds" by the elders of the Huangxian clan and belong to "living beings".

In the legend of the Yellow Immortals, "living beings are the beginning of all beasts", and even humans who are not classified as beasts can be included as one of them, but most of them are just ordinary birds and beasts, and they have never had the opportunity to open their minds and transform into other species in their lifetime.

And their demon beasts are the descendants of the first generation of creatures who opened their spiritual wisdom by chance, and gradually developed into different demon beast families over time, each with the ability to excel, and can turn the spiritual power contained in the atmosphere into their own use, creating different effects of "miracles".

The reason why "mourning birds" were mentioned by Elder Huang Xian, who was a demon beast, was because they were an extremely special kind of creatures.

These guys have a very mixed diet, feeding on the fruits and seeds of plants, pecking at insects and pigs in their field of vision, and sometimes staring at newborn monster cubs or small yellow fairies that have not yet developed...... Fang Nuo had heard his brother mention that several of the clan's lineages had lost their heirs, their "hopes" because of these greedy "Black Deaths".

Yes, "Black Death", Fang Nuo looked up at the birds hovering in the air, and at the same time couldn't help but think back to the origin of the nickname of this mourning bird that had been circulated within the clan.

This is the name given to the male mourning birds, which are generally covered in black feathers and have a metallic blue-green sheen when illuminated; Their eyes are as red as blood, causing many yellow fairies to run away when they see the red fruit before they grow.

These creatures often hide in the dense foliage of the trees under this dark disguise, using their shadows as a cover, and if they can calm their breath and keep silent, not a single yellow fairy will notice them.

The spiritual power that naturally emanates from the trees can also interfere with the perception of adult yellow immortals, and sometimes these cheap birds will attack the great yellow immortals who pass by, ruining their plans to hunt other prey.

"Oh! Oh! The cry became more and more rapid, and the birds flying in the sky seemed to have their eyes on the little beast in the meadow, and decided to make fun of the poor flyless creature below.

After all, Fang Nuo's snow-white hair, which stood out against the green grass, was like a movable target, saying to the birds who had filled their stomachs and were bored and couldn't find anything to do:

"Come and peck me."