If you lack spiritual power to achieve your desired transformation...... Isn't there a ready-made source of spiritual power right in front of you?

He Fang Nuo didn't have any psychological cleanliness, and he didn't eat the excellent supply bag, and as a result, he wasted an opportunity to save himself.

If the situation really threatens his life, even if it is a human who has already had a friendship and a crush, he will not hesitate to put it on the "Libra" - the previous experiment is a confirmation of his idea.

Unfortunately, it failed.

There was no other place for the human to take advantage of it except to be taller than himself, and his own childish personality of talking to the little animals he had just met.

He doesn't control his spiritual power, and he is in the same danger as himself...... It's useless, it's really useless, Fang Nuo thought to himself.

He can let the old lady not far away pay the price of promotion, and maybe let himself understand some tricks of transforming into other species by the way, anyway, this does not violate the principles that the Yellow Immortal clan has always adhered to, experience packs and food are two different concepts.

But here's the problem...... Fang Nuo stood on the young man's shoulder, his gaze over the stones, and on the old man, who was already a little hysterical.

A crimson spiritual power that revealed an evil aura overflowed from her body, and if anyone rashly absorbed this heavily polluted spiritual power and contained the incarnation of these evil souls in her body......

Their minds are afraid that they will be corroded by the red soul, and it is very likely that their personalities will change drastically on the spot, and they will begin to hate and hate all the creatures around them.

They will cease to be themselves, and eventually lose themselves completely, just like the old man, and gradually become monsters.

In the legends of the orcs, there is a term for such monsters.

"Warcraft".

When the orcs encounter major changes or extreme suffering, there is a certain chance that they will degenerate into "demonic beasts", when they will lose all their minds and become extremely violent, and they will be things that should not exist in the world.

Warcraft transformed from weak orcs, even monsters that have just left home to stand on their own - with a little attack power, they can be slashed.

But if a high-level demon beast degenerates into such a monster, then only a higher-level immortal beast or divine beast has the ability to eliminate them.

In the records of the Huangxian family, it is rumored that there are also humans who have the ability to seal demonic beasts, which can be regarded as a specialized "miracle".

It is said that many veteran monster hunters are very good at performing such "miracles".

The old man is not an orc, if she has degenerated into a monster, should she be called a "demon"?

What was I thinking...... Fang Nuo shook his head, his often divergent thoughts were hindered by the threat of the blood pool, and he had to converge back.

I had to find a way to run to the other side of the blood pool and induce the old man to say an answer that was in line with the secret method, and the premise of all this was that he could be safe and sound.

Haha, he laughed at himself in his heart, the night is the right time to dream.

Fang Nuo turned his gaze back to the human who was on the same side as him, although the other party seemed so unreliable, maybe he really had a powerful opportunity to turn the tide.

You're not going to come down without any preparation, are you? Feed?

It didn't matter, Fang Nuo comforted himself in his heart, humans have long legs, and besides, the young man's reaction speed is always better than the old guy opposite.

You're not without merit! Well! He stepped on the human shoulder, a look of pity and relief in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, bird." The humans at his feet clearly misunderstood what he meant, "We're going to get out...... Why don't you hide under my cloak first? ”

"This is a 'cloak of light and shadow' made of 'moonlight yarn', wear it, and others won't see you." He raised his hand and was about to take Fang Nuo into his arms, "Hmm...... Although it only works at night. ”

Fang Nuo avoided the human fingers, and at the same time listened to the words of the other party word for word, and couldn't help but have doubts in his mind:

"Can't see? Why can't I see it? ”

In his vision, the human was the same as it had been in the afternoon, except for the addition of a (perhaps) warm outfit to keep him warm......

Yes? Is he saying that by putting on this cloak, it can make other creatures look nothing?

Fang Nuo blinked his eyes, and the anger of knowing that he had been teased suddenly appeared in his heart, but it was fleeting, and it was replaced by more confusion.

What is this human kidding? The fluffy snow-white bird bounced and bounced on the human shoulder, as if to blame the other person for not looking at the atmosphere and saying inappropriate words.

If this cloak was really as amazing as this human said, then how could I have found his traces and be scared by him before?

No, not frightened, just slightly taken aback...... Fang Nuo honored himself in his heart, and at the same time looked back on what he had learned in the family class in the past, and wondered if the "miracle creation" in the form of "moonlight yarn", a condensed form of spiritual power, could exert the effect described by humans.

There is no absolute truth in this world, let alone the cognition of a little demon beast...... Fang Nuo no longer "vented his anger" to the humans under him, but reflected on his own mentality.

In any case, there is something to refer to in the description of human beings, and as long as you have not learned enough, then all ideas have something to question.

Fang Nuo let the humans hold him, then lifted the cloak that seemed to him to be more expensive, and tucked him into the pocket of his clothes.

But soon, Fang Nuo, in the form of a bird, felt his claws touch something, and he curiously twisted his body in his pocket and bit the other party.

Then, he struggled to fall out of his pocket, fell onto the human shoe, and rolled to the ground.

It was a little pale blue grass.

Hedgehog!

Although he can make such a small grass out of thin air...... Rather, the grass in the human pocket is likely to have been constructed by him.

In such a situation, is there anything more frustrating for the beast than a "language barrier"? And once the two of them can speak each other's language, I believe that many things can be solved......

Didn't this human being say that a cloak made of moonlight yarn could achieve "invisibility"? Perhaps, he can ask the other party to "send" him to the other side of the blood pool.

Since the human has been hiding behind the stone for so long, he must have recognized the flaws of this cloak, and since this is the case, then he should not be too embarrassed for him, whether he throws it over or any other way...... Anyway, let's eat the grass first!

"Tsk!"

Fang Nuo hit his head on the forehead of the young man who happened to squat down to check the situation, and the other party was unstable and almost fell to the ground.

Later, the humans found themselves with an extra piece of grass in their hands.

"It's ...... Sixty-six gave it to me. He muttered.

He solemnly took it in the palm of his hand, stood up, picked up the bird that had rested on the ground, and then, resting his hand on his chest, assumed a reverent gesture and expression.

"Six-six, my animal friend." The human ignored the hairy balls that were desperately squirming in the palm of his hand, and his eyes were even more determined, "You are with me, and I will definitely bring the news out of here." ”

"......" Fang Nuo kicked the human finger away, trying to fly to his chest, stopping on his other hand.

He stared at the hedgehog grass caught between the fingers of humans, and wondered why humans don't eat grass.

Because it doesn't look like an edible food?

The bird chiseled into the human's finger, admiring the drastic change in the other's face as it tried to snatch the pale blue grass.

But he immediately abandoned the idea.

It had to be done more subtlely, he thought, it was best not to let humans associate "Liuliu" with a demon beast that could understand human speech, and this herb, which had been regarded as a "token" by the other party, should stay with him.

And just when the two of them were going back and forth, stalemate, and the progress of self-help never changed, finally, the closest stone to the rock where they were hiding sank into a pool of blood.

In an instant, countless self-created swear words came to the bird's mind, which eventually turned into a manifestation of his "impotent rage" in reality, and began to jump up and down between the narrow rocks and the corners of the wall.

At this moment, Fang Nuo's heart was full of resentment, remorse, and fear of his lack of ability, and his sense of identification with the family seemed to have been reduced.

If you're a more powerful monster—

As soon as such a thought popped into his mind, he was frightened by himself.

How vulgar this is, what a thought that does not conform to the style of Huang Xian, how can he turn to blame the family because of his own problems? The life of each demon beast belongs to him, and sooner or later, they will have to be independent and far away from the family, and they will also encounter a situation like now.

Find a way to solve it and conquer it, instead of shrinking back and feeling sorry for yourself!

"You—" Fang Nuo opened his mouth, only to feel as if a flame was burning in his throat, as if he had swallowed a thorn ball alive, failed to swallow it, and stuck in his throat.

But his voice was clearly heard by humans.

The young man was stunned, with a suspicious expression, and looked around, but he couldn't find the source of the human-like sound.

"Put, I-" quickly found the pronunciation in human language that corresponded to the words he wanted to express in his mind, and Fang Nuo conveyed his thoughts to the other party word by word.

"Throw, go, go!"

It was as if the throat was already burning, and the pain could not go away.

"Different time and space"...... He imitated the tone of the mourning birds, and said in his heart that he seemed to have forgotten a very crucial question—how to cast a secret method in front of the enemy, and transfer the causal cost of promotion to her, as he is now?

However, the words have been spoken, and they can no longer be taken back.

Fang Nuo watched the expressions of the young people around him go from initial doubt, to disbelief when he thought of the answer, to panic and panic.

That's how it should be, he thought, and that's how humans are.

After realizing that a seemingly harmless bird is actually a monster that can speak, all the emotions that once had for it will deteriorate into disgust and fear.

Therefore, even if a human does not hesitate to pinch himself and throw him in the direction of the enemy with all his might, Fang Nuo only sees the other person's actions as carrying out his own instructions (orders), which is a form of respect, and should not imply other feelings.

His body seemed to really turn into a ball of hair, spinning at high speed and flying towards the old man on the other side of the blood pool.

Fang Nuo forced himself not to care about the smell of blood in his mouth and the burning sensation in his throat, and organized the words he was about to express in his heart.

At the same time, a pale glow erupted from his round body, and the disguise of the nameless bird quickly faded, and a slender snow-white beast appeared in Mrs. Iris's field of vision.

"You-" The old man, who was about to lose his mind and turn into a monster, recognized the enemy's "pet" at a glance, "You are! ”

The experience of the day in the shop flashed through her mind that was almost corroded by resentment, and the red light that shrouded her body became more dazzling in an instant, and then, a huge oppressive force faced Fang Nuo and covered her head.

"You-look at me-" Fang Nuo had to curl up in the air, trying to fend off the oncoming momentum.

"Like a human—" He squeezed the words out of his throat.

"Or—" He landed on the old lady's face, spread his limbs, and hung upside down on her head.

"—like a fairy?"

It was obviously the most crucial "definition" of the secret method, but when he said it this time, it was completely perfunctory, and his voice was very light and ethereal, as if it came from the heart, not through the vocal organs.

The old man, who was pounced on by the small beast, snorted coldly, pulled out the brooch that was poked in his chest, showed the blood-stained pin spike on his back, and stabbed it fiercely into Fang Nuo's back.

"It's just, a brute!" The old lady gave her reply in a cruel tone.

Table tennis!

The expected bloodlight did not appear.

The brooch that gave her vengeance power did not stab into the soft body of the beast as she had hoped, but slammed into another hard object.

Fang Nuo, who closed his eyes the moment he heard the reply and obediently accepted the feedback of the atmospheric spiritual power, heard a sound that he had heard before, and couldn't help but open his eyes.

Immediately, he saw—

A faintly glowing green stone floated out of his chest at some point, hovering between his body and the old man's hand holding up the murder weapon.