Mr. Night brought four or five emus with him on this trip, and without anyone deliberately watching them or taking care of them, these fellows were all enjoying themselves in the courtyard outside the firewood house.

In Funoch's mind, birds are more interesting than humans.

He leaned on top of the pyre, yawning and watching the interaction between the bystanders and the emus.

Out of nowhere, the carriage merchant pulled out a saddle sheath, beckoned the big bird that was jumping at the door to come near him, and then skillfully placed the former on the latter's back:

"I don't really recommend you to ride it, it's nimble and responsive...... It's easy to throw people off their backs. ”

"However, if it is matured, it will allow its owner to ride on it and let it see its speed."

Having said that, the carriage merchant did not have the confidence to ride a giant bird about an adult-tall bird in front of him.

"During the few days I'm staying in your village, you can also invite the children who live in the neighborhood to come and play."

As if by magic, he picked up a cloth bag and pulled open the rope that bound it, revealing the golden grains stored in it.

"They can come and help feed the emus." The merchant grabbed a handful of millet from the bag and brought it to the beak of the giant bird, "They are very gentle, and they are not willing to refuse to be fed by strangers, and they will not do anything offensive to customers." ”

As he spoke, the emu at his hand had begun to shovel the grain, shoveling a pile of leaks, and all the golden grains were scattered on the ground, mixed with the sawdust and dust.

When it was eating, the big bird raised its head, spread the feathers that grew on its neck, and let out a cheerful cry of "and Miao, and Miao".

Seeing this, Mr. Yoi introduced unhurriedly:

"The people of the land where they are active are given such names precisely because of their calls."

"I see." The village chief rubbed his chin and pondered the advice offered by the merchant.

Let the kids help feed these strange birds...... By the way, it can cultivate their love and sense of responsibility for animals, and it is also convenient for them to promote feelings with giant birds, which can be a good preview event if they really want to buy this "vase" bird in the future.

But if they agreed, wouldn't their mountain village really have to buy the bird from the wagon merchants? Buy one, or more......

His face could have been thicker, the village chief thought to himself with a shy face.

At the same time, Fang Nuo, who had been enjoying the interaction between humans and birds on the pyre for a while, finally got bored.

He played with the green stone that hung around his neck for a while, and seeing that the topic of discussion between the two men was still not ending, he did not expect to lead himself into the carriage through them.

He could have snuck up, and that's what he'd thought in the past few days.

It's just that when it came to the moment of formal practice, he had some unrealistic expectations, hoping that he would not be "mixed" into the carriage, but "welcomed".

"Looks like I'm going to have to take the initiative to find a place to park."

In the process of finding here, he failed to see the carriage, and it was most likely that the village chief hid it in order to conceal the early arrival of the witch carriage merchant.

"How did that bird get here? Is it also in a carriage? ”

Fang Nuo, who had only ridden the carriage once and was forcibly taken up, did not have the opportunity and mood to enjoy the scenery along the way, as well as the layout and structure of the carriage inside and outside at that time.

In his opinion, since a carriage can hold a human being, a self, and there is room for it, it must be able to hold more things.

Even if it's four or five giant birds the same height as an adult human.

Because his body size is too small compared to humans, he always has the illusion of size and volume of things he comes into contact with for the first time.

Although Fang Nuo could recognize such a fact, he always realized it in hindsight, and he was willing to admit it only after being disappointed once or even several times.

"What if they didn't sit in the wagon, but ran after it?"

The idea of a bird on horseback was a bit too stupid for Fanno to think about.

"Will they remember the way back?" Fang Nuo's eyes lit up, and when he looked at the big bird that was bouncing on the spot again, he felt that its whole body was shining brightly, and it was extremely dazzling.

The saddle (changed) on the bird's back also inexplicably exudes a unique charm.

So, when the two humans with their own evil intentions talked about the topic of "emus", the more they looked at each other, the more intense the conversation became, and when they extended the originally normal topic to the extent that they themselves did not know what they were communicating, the little beast with dust on its body jumped down from the top of the pyre, and hit the back of the big bird.

Fang Nuo landed on all fours, and his whole body was numb from the hard saddle.

Fortunately, the moment he touched this object, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body to protect his hands and feet, so he was not injured.

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"Ah...... Yes? ”

Frightened, the giant bird let out a low, beat-like cry from its throat, and then spread its legs and ran out of the woodhouse.

During this period, its violent reaction also knocked down the door of the firewood room, and fell to the ground with a loud noise, startling the two humans who were chatting.

"It was scared...... What scares it? ”

"Probably Liuliu......" The old village chief pinched the sweat of the naughty little beast in his heart, "I haven't figured out its character yet, is it so naughty?" ”

The two of them witnessed the giant bird with a gray ball on its back rampaging through the yard, causing the rest of its kind to be unable to peace, and began to go crazy following its example.

"Amount...... Stop, I'm going to vomit......"

Fang Nuo stretched out his claws and stuck between the carved decorations on the saddle sheath, trying his best not to let himself fall and fall into a state of being trampled into flesh by the out-of-control giant bird.

Just as the strength on his forelimbs was gradually losing and his two hind legs were already in the air, a stream of spiritual power rushed from a distant place, turning into a huge net above the heads of the birds, enveloping them in it.

The gentle spiritual power gradually calmed down the frightened emus, and also made Fang Nuo, who was in trouble, shamefully realize:

I seem, maybe, probably, maybe—I owe a favor to someone again.

Don't meddle with it, that human!

- He wanted to say this, but his limbs were already limp and hung limply on the back of the giant birds, unable to convey his strength to them no matter what.

This time it was he who died by himself, and Fang Nuo had no choice but to admit his mistake.

There will never be a next time!

He slipped off the emu's back and fell firmly on his ass in the snow, and the hair on his whole body exploded, causing the dust to fly out a lot.

This height is really terrible, he got up, shook his tail, and used the spiritual power in his body to the body part that was hurting at the moment, and slowly calmed down the pain on his body.

And at this moment, the puffing little beast caught the voice of something.

I'm sorry - he heard the other person's heartfelt apology.

Huh? The little beast raised its head and met the emu's large, dark and bright eyes.

Isn't the family skill of the Yellow Immortal clan only allowing the Yellow Immortals to understand the language of other demon beast families, so as to help them expand their network and form a bond with all the creatures they can come into contact with?

What's going on...... Fang Nuo was confused in his heart, feeling that he had figured it out a little, but in the next second, he became confused again.

Can ordinary creatures who have not been enlightened also be able to convey their thoughts to Huang Xian?

And so it should have been—it dawned on him that animals had their own way of communicating with each other, through sounds, through smells, or through some kind of connection in the dark.

The "language" corresponding to a specific meaning is just a way of communication created by the demon beasts after opening their spiritual intelligence, without them, wouldn't the ancestors of the demon beasts in ancient times be able to communicate?

The answer, of course, is no.

Language and writing are in conformity, but they are nothing more than a set of instructions and rules made by living beings.

The innate talent of the Yellow Immortals was nothing more than the power of atmospheric spiritual power to automatically translate unfamiliar languages into their usual languages in a very short instant.

This ability can be acquired without learning, but it still needs to be practiced and improved in order to make the "translation system" in the occult sense configured in the mind more effective.

In addition to language, the most primitive "communication" may be to compare hearts to hearts.

"I'm fine." Fang Nuo closed his eyes, hoping to convey his inner thoughts to the giant bird's heart, "You don't need to apologize. ”

"I offended you." In other words, for any other kind of demon beast, he would not admit his mistake so easily.

He saw the giant bird in his field of vision standing upright, its long neck shrinking back and forth, as if to express a certain meaning, but unfortunately, the little beast without eyes could not understand this body language.

He had never been very good at observing the movements of other creatures, especially the first-class "creatures" of the lower demon beasts, and reading what they wanted to represent.

He would only be amused by their actions, or use their painstaking actions as an after-dinner joke.

This is because he doesn't know how to deal with them.

Although Fang Nuo was a good student in the Yellow Immortal Family, he had never learned how to take other beings into account, respect them, and cooperate with them.

Although he could discern the important parts of the words of the other creatures, for him, how to respond was just a joke.

He can choose to make things worse, so much so that even he can't do it alone; You can also choose to help those in need, even if it's just a small cheer or "back".

For as long as he can remember, he's been like this.

All the emotions for the clansmen are hidden in the heart and will not be deliberately revealed...... He thinks they all know it and don't need to show it themselves.

When it was time to respond to the emotions of the other Yellow Immortals, he was always perfunctory.

Now that he thinks about it, even when he treats his own kind, his eyes seem to have their own emotions, and he thinks that it is not worth framing his peers in the clan, or even some elders who have only heard of it.

Although I have always wanted to go back to Huangxian Ling, have I really remembered the appearance, voice and other characteristics of each clansman?

As they witnessed themselves being taken away by the witch, a "malicious value" increase in the number of bystanders sounded in their heads.

He believed that the Yellow Immortals who were present at the time had turned their backs on him and violated the promise that his brother had promised him before the feud.

Their betrayal turned into what he thought was bad luck, into "malice", and became his strength and was used by him.

Can't think about it anymore...... Fang Nuo only felt a throbbing pain in his head, and the seeing through the reality and the true emotions in his heart made him feel painful all the time wearing disguise.

At this moment, the emu, who had conveyed his heart to him, sat down, its supple fur brushing the beast's side.

Although its wings were small, it gave Fang Nuo the feeling that he was gently patting his head with his "hand" as a way to comfort himself.

"Are you alright?" The emu is indeed a gentle creature, regardless of previous suspicions, and in turn condolence the little beasts that want to use it.

"Thinking about too many meaningless things makes me feel a headache." Fang Nuo grinned, brushed away the gloomy clouds that shrouded his heart, and took the initiative to adjust his mentality, "Alas, this kind of time-wasting behavior, why can't you always control yourself from thinking about it?" ”

"If only I were like you." As soon as the words came out, he shook his head again and again, "It's not good, it's not good, compared to living as a blank piece of paper, I still hope that my knowledge can be a little more colorful." ”

"Hey."

Before a do-gooder arrives from the boulder platform and the surrounding situation becomes more complicated, Fang Nuo grabs a pinch of the bird's feathers and tries to physically transmit his thoughts into the other's mind.

"If you regain your freedom, would you like to accompany me on an adventure?"

"First ......of all," he said, trying to wash away the negative thoughts in his mind with nonsensical and optimistic thoughts, "I will take you home and let the clansmen see the birds that have never been seen before in the mountains." ”

"Then you carried me over the stone wall at the end and into the dark forest...... Can we go to the Purple Butterfly Valley, or the shores of Xuancai Lake, or the place where the dragon dwells? ”

Finally found a docile and larger means of transportation than the mourning birds, Fang Nuo's mood soon became comfortable again, and his mind was once again filled with all kinds of heartless thoughts.