In the cold night, the breeze blows, and the frosty leaves collide with each other and make a rustling sound. A larva slowly spins silk on a branch, wrapping itself up.

There were no clouds in the night sky, and under the bright moon, a mouse with no vision lay on the trunk of a tree and sniffed.

After a while, it smelled the cocooning worm, and couldn't help but pounce on it excitedly, grabbed the worm, and squeaked, its slender teeth pierced the larva's hard head, and was about to feast on its tender body.

But at this moment, a dark shadow enveloped it.

The rat senses something, and wants to put down the bug and run away. But it was too late, and high up in the branches, a black and white night owl swooped down silently and grabbed the mouse that was eating.

The joy of catching food instantly turned into a squeak of fear.

However, the sharp claws stopped the rat's heart in an instant, and the night owl disappeared into the cascading trunks with the rat.

......

Yang Xiao grabbed the mouse and flew back to his lair.

Unlike other night owls that use dead branches and fallen leaves to make their nests, the nest of the poplar owl is a tree hole in a huge tree trunk about 30 meters high.

Drilling into the hole and putting the mouse down, Yang Xiao couldn't wait to peck open the abdomen of the mouse with his hard and sharp beak, and quickly feasted on its body. He didn't let go of any fur, and even the insect that was caught by the rat was swallowed by him with his beak.

Plump and juicy.

Protein.

A hint of joy flashed in Yang Xiao's huge eyes.

To be honest, when he first came to this world, Yang Xiao was still very resistant to this kind of life of drinking blood, after all, he was not a native of the real owl.

Yang Xiao's real name is Xiao Yang, in his previous life, he was an ordinary college student, he was preparing for the graduation season, but it was not easy to find a job, and after being unemployed at home for a few months, he finally found a job in the sales department, but he caught up with the housing market downturn, and he couldn't sell a few houses from 5 to 9.

When he was busy and groggy after a busy day, he saw a flock of birds flying between the floors, and he couldn't help but have a trace of fantasy, thinking how good it would be if he became a bird, no need to go to work or work, no need to buy a house and no need to worry about the market economy, no need to bother to please girls and no need to get married, and he could fly around in the sky freely.

But I don't know if God is joking with him or Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, and when he woke up, he really became an owl.

The civilization created by modern society was quickly polished clean in this wild and primitive forest.

Less than three days after he was born, Yang Xiao swallowed the flesh and blood that he couldn't swallow in hunger and cold, and he was the first to notice when his brother wanted to push him out of the nest, and pushed his brother out of the nest, and his cheap mother didn't feel anything abnormal at all, but instead fed him with double the food, so that he could grow up normally.

Because he was born on a tree that looks like a poplar tree, and he is an owl, he named himself Yang Xiao, which can be regarded as a memory of the past.

It's just that, although he really became a bird, he wanted to make a living in this forest, but he was not as comfortable as he imagined, there was a thick miasma everywhere, colorful poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows, giant leopards swimming in the dense forest, and strange roars coming from the dense forest from time to time, he didn't even dare to explore the source of the roar.

In this long food chain, he was only above rats and insects, probably on an equal footing with the non-venomous water snakes, and if it was the prey above, he would not dare to touch it at all.

After all, his current size is the size of a normal person's head, and even in his owl family, he can only be regarded as a small person.

After eating this not very big mouse, the hunger in Yang Xiao's stomach was relieved. He shook his wings, coiled down in his nest, and began to think.

After all, he had been a man, and if he had eaten, slept and eaten like his brothers, he would have felt that this day would be too boring.

Besides, it is really good to eat only a few mice every day, and the weather is getting colder, and there are fewer mice in this forest, and you can only eat half full every day, and if you want not to starve in winter, you have to think of some other way.

can think about it, but Yang Xiao can't think of any good way at all.

If you want to say that he has read some books in his previous life, he has read some of them in his previous life, and after the other peers have passed by, they have almost become the lord of the kingdom, walking on the road to dominating the world, and the second point of the mix has also begun to build glass cement, and he has become a landlord on the rich side of the other world, and no matter how bad he is, he can be a son-in-law, and he is not happy to chant poetry everywhere.

Although he Yang Xiao has the intention to emulate his predecessors, he is helplessly just an owl.

He can't make cement, he can't burn glass, and even if he wants to make a rat trap with a branch, he doesn't even have the hand to make a trap, and this hook is useless except for killing mice.

When he first came to this world, he also fantasized about whether he would be a descendant of some divine beast, with ancient bloodline on his body, and he could awaken his supernatural powers in the future.

However, after three years, he managed to grow into a black and white owl, no different from his ordinary owl mother, and even though he had a bunch of ideas in his head, he could only catch mice in the woods to eat.

Of course, he also fantasized about whether he would awaken a system or something at some point in his life, and live the same otherworldly bird life from now on. However, three years have passed, not to mention the system, he can't even speak human words, and he can only make a strange whining sound in his mouth, which is hoarse and miserable, and he himself is annoyed to listen to it.

Just as he was thinking about it, it came from the depths of the forest.

"Woo——— woo———"

There are the same kind of neighing in the dark night.

Yang Xiao, who was thinking, shook his wings impatiently, and a faint airflow erupted helplessly from his nostrils.

On weekdays, when those brothers are calling in the dense forest, Yang Xiao only feels noisy, if it is not a last resort, he will hardly scream in this gloomy dense forest, and he can secretly attack the prey if he does not scream, but it will scare the prey away, it is okay to be hungry, if it attracts the attention of any natural enemy, it is idle to make a meal for other creatures.

Originally, like other birds, the poplar built a nest between the trunks of trees with dead branches and fallen leaves.

But since Yang Xiao saw with his own eyes, a bird in the tree next door was too happy because of its estrus period, and was finally swallowed by a colorful snake lurking in the dark. After that, Yang Xiao forcibly moved his nest to a height of more than 20 meters, and even this hole was bitten out by himself with a little bit of beak for a year.

"Woo——— woo———"

The screams are still there.

There was some panic and uneasiness mixed in.

Yang Xiao immediately woke up from his impatience and cheered up.

After all these years of being a bird, he is still very sensitive to the various sounds in the forest, although the bird cannot speak, but the emotions in the voice are more direct than words.

There is danger.

Yang Xiao shook his wings, got out of the nest, stepped on the trunk of the tree, and was ready to take off at any time.

At night in the dense forest, Yang Xiao didn't know what danger there was, in short, just fly.

Just thinking about it, there was a dull roar in the dense forest, it was the voice of the leopard, Yang Xiao heard the voice of the leopard, and he was relieved. It's okay that it's a leopard, he's not on the leopard's recipe, and the thirty-meter-tall branches are enough to discourage the leopard.

However, just as Yang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, the voice of the leopard in the dense forest suddenly became terrible, and it whimpered against the usual angry and mighty whimper, and at this moment it screamed like those cats that had cut their eggs in their previous lives.

Yang Xiao was startled, the cry was so close to him that he didn't care about more, and immediately circled and flew up in the dense forest.

The black feathers on his body made him very hidden in the night, and he didn't make much sound, just flew away from the roar.

The leopard's voice behind him became more and more poignant, and then stopped abruptly at some point.

No more screams.

The only thing left in the dense forest was the sound of insects.

Yang Xiao flew to a tree trunk somewhere in the dense forest and stopped, he can dodge, but he can't hide too far, let alone hide in the territory of other birds, this is the unwritten rule in the dense forest, otherwise it will be a tear and fight each other, it is natural to say that he can win, but if he can't win, he is injured in this cold winter wax moon, then he can only wait for death.

This tree is a relatively hidden observation point in Yang Xiao's small territory, where he usually observes the traces of mouse activity, but at this moment he is hiding here, staring at the depths of the dense forest with a pair of huge eyes.

The owl is a nocturnal creature, and in the dark, his vision is extremely keen.

In the darkness, he saw a man-tall leopard staggering to a tree not far from his nest, falling to the ground, twitching a few times, and then never moving again.

In the depths of the dense forest, something dragged the white hair, rustling past, the white hair was too long, and it was impossible to see its original face at all, but after a glimpse, the wriggling white hair disappeared into the dense forest, and was never seen again.

Yang Xiao stared at a pair of big round eyes, staring at the depths of the dense forest, like a sculpture, standing motionless among the branches and leaves.

He stood for half an hour, until the other night owls in the dense forest began to whine again, and then he shook his wings, silently spread his wings, and flew back little by little.

It flew for a short distance for a full hour, and almost every once in a while he stopped, staring at the dark forest with his eyes. It wasn't until he was fully sure that the strange white-haired figure was no longer there that he slowly approached the leopard.

The leopard fell to the ground with a large hole in its chest.

The entrance to the cave was bloody and empty, and those who were already dead could not die anymore.

Yang Xiao stood on the branch and stared at the corpse for a long time.

He was confused.

It is a miracle that leopards are apex predators in the jungle, but now they have been robbed of their hearts and livers by unknown creatures.