Night Feather stood calmly behind and stared, and soon, the conjecture in his heart was confirmed.

Although the little crow staggered, Night Feather clearly felt that the closer it got to the flame bath, the more excited it became, as if it had seen a life-saving straw.

"Puff"

Before Nightfeather could react, the little crow suddenly quickened its pace as it approached the flame bath, and jumped directly into it like a vigorous ape, not at all like a seriously injured and precarious crow.

"Dead?"

Night Feather watched as the stubborn little crow jumped into the bath completely condensed by flames, and the signs of life of the little crow disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had been swallowed by flames.

Night Feather's pace accelerated, and soon came to the place where the little crow "jumped into the river" to commit suicide, but no matter how his mind snooped, there was no sign of the little crow, as if everything he saw before was his hallucination, if it weren't for the undried blood stains on the ground, Night Feather would also suspect that he had hallucinations caused by being too tired these days.

Night Feather frowned, for some reason, when he thought that something might happen to that stubborn little crow, his heart felt a slight pain, as if something happened to his loved ones.

Just as he was about to jump under the bath, he thought of the little crow's performance all the way, of its obsessive gaze, of the excited expression it revealed as it approached the flame bath, and he gave up his move, and instead sat cross-legged on the edge of the bath in silence, intending to wait and see.

He believed that the little crow didn't look like it would commit suicide, maybe it was a little masochistic, but it would never kill itself, and Night Feather didn't know why he believed in it, and suddenly he had a feeling that he knew the crow very well, as if he was one with it, a very strange feeling.

Night Feather closed his eyes and breathed, his writing wheel eyes were closed, he was waiting for a miracle, he was waiting for a crow to be reborn from the fire. That's right, it's reborn from the ashes!

The flames of the flame bath are very special, but they are very ordinary, and after Ye Yu feels it a few times, it can only be attributed to its special geographical location, so the effect produced is different.

Dawn soon broke, the early morning sun slowly rose, and the chirping of other birds and insects began to sound in the deep mountains and old forests, as if welcoming a new day.

"Quack—"

"Quack—"

A very strange and awkward cry sounded from under the bath, and the sound went from far to near, as the voice got closer and closer, the sound became louder and louder, and Night Feather could still feel that the sound was slightly uplifting and comfortable.

"Po"

Like the sound of bursting blisters, Ye Yu stared at the bath calmly, and soon a pitch-black figure flew up from under the bath, and also brought a beautiful arc, red mud fell from the sky, like a beautiful scene.

But???

"Babble-"

When the stubborn little crow was staring down, it happened to see the eyes of the black-robed young man on the ground also meet it, and suddenly, the little crow let out a happy and sad cry, and fell from the sky, and coincidentally fell on the thigh of Night Feather.

"Huh?"

Night Feather was stunned.

The little crow was also stunned.

The eyes of a person and a bird are staring at each other for a while, like lovers who have been reunited for a long time, and the eyes of a person and a bird are full of aggression.

"Quack-"

Soon, the little crow let out a terrible cry, as if it had been raped, and its cry was very sad and very aggrieved.

"Really reborn?"

The corners of Night Feather's mouth were slightly to himself, and his brows were slightly raised, as if he was annoyed by the strange cry of the little crow, but he was more concerned about the state of the crow.

That's right, it was indeed the stubborn little crow that was seriously injured last night, I didn't expect it to be reborn in the fire, no wonder it had that strange expression when it saw that strange flame bath.

However, the little crow was clearly frightened by the night feather, and hovered above his head, and the black and bright feathers stood upside down, as if they had been deeply stimulated.

Looking at the little crow's expression, Night Feather couldn't help but wonder, this is too humane, right?

Where is this an ordinary crow?

This is clearly a crow that has become a fine spirit.

However, looking at this strange crow, Night Feather's pupils turned even more differently, and the corners of his mouth also showed a long-lost smile, the more he looked at this crow, the more pleasing it became, as if he had found a priceless treasure.

Maybe this crow doesn't have the spirituality of other demon beasts, nor is it as powerful as other demon beasts, but Night Feather has the idea of wanting to make it his natal spirit beast in his heart.

The little crow was frightened by Nightfeather's glowing gaze, and it flew away with a strange mouth, and just disappeared from Nightfeather's sight.

"Hehe, you can run away from the monk, you can't run the temple. ”

Watching the little crow fly away, Night Feather was not in a hurry, but stood up and stared at the flame bath in front of him, which was more than a foot in size.

Today's flame bath does not come out of the flames, but there is a cold air coming out, just like a cold pool, this strange phenomenon aroused Night Feather's strong interest, and then thought of the little crow after entering this actually healed from his injuries, and came out energetically, Night Feather's interest was even stronger. (To be continued.) )