The long-tailed spirit bird hit the hit, and was so excited that it chirped a few times, and its body swooped down from above with arrows to chase the falling short-winged monster bird. Li Xiangru couldn't help but admire it when he saw that it was chasing after the victory, and had a smart and alert similar to that of a human being.

The long-tailed spirit bird instantly disappeared in the night mist, at first Li Xiangru could still hear the strange cries of the two birds fighting and tearing, faintly echoing in the valley, but slowly the sound became weaker and weaker, and finally could no longer be heard. Li Xiangru leaned over a rock on the edge of the platform, only to feel a heart pounding, worried for the safety of the spirit bird, although he saw that the spirit bird had the upper hand, but who can tell? The bird was related to him, and saved his life, Li Xiangru was in this desperate place, and there was no other living thing, at this moment, the bird seemed to have become his long-known friend.

Li Xiangru pressed his ears to the ground and listened intently to the sound of the valley floor, but he couldn't hear anything in his ears except the howling night wind, and he couldn't hear anything clearly. He looked down closely at the mist in the valley, which did not seem to be churning and surging during the day, as if it had fallen asleep and still, motionless. After a long time, I only heard a crisp chirp from the bottom of the valley, the cry became clearer and clearer, Li Xiangru was excited in his heart, this chirp was very familiar, it was the voice of the spirit bird.

After a while, I saw that the bird danced with a beautiful long tail, and came up from the mist in the valley, its two wings flapping vigorously, and its claws holding something. Although the short-winged monster bird is not as big as it, it is also huge, like a small calf, the spirit bird holds the short-winged monster bird with two claws, flies to the platform where Li Xiangru is, and when it is about a foot away from the platform, the strange bird is thrown down, and it happens to fall next to Li Xiangru, Li Xiangru was startled, and when he looked at the bird, his whole body wings were scratched and tattered, his head was crooked to the side, and his long beak was also broken in half, and he had already died of anger.

The spirit bird slowly stopped on the edge of the platform, and its long tail stretched out in the air, dancing from side to side under the night wind. Li Xiangru saw that its feathers were also scattered, there were several blood stains on its wings and body, its round eyes were half-open and half-closed, and its demeanor was quite tired and tired.

Li Xiangru slowly crawled closer, came to its side, and said: "Good bird, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I'm your good friend!" Gently reaching out to stroke its wings and claws, this time it didn't avoid it, only moved slightly.

Li Xiangru knew that it was defenseless and hostile to him, so he stood up and said, "Good bird, you are really brave, great, and a big hero!" The bird seemed to understand Li Xiangru's praise, and let out a low chirp from his mouth.

Li Xiangru said: "Good bird, you are injured, let me show you!" said as he reached out and gently pulled off the feathers on its back. I saw a wound five or six inches long under the feather, and blood kept oozing out, and there was a long thorn or something like that embedded in the wound, which it thought had been injured when it was fighting with the short-winged monster bird. Li Xiangru said in his heart: "This bird is quite spiritual, it turned out that it was so seriously injured, and if the long thorns in this body are not pulled out as soon as possible, it will become inflamed and suppurated in a few days, and the problem will be serious at that time." Then he said, "Bird, bird, bear with me for a moment, and I will pull out the thorns from your body." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the end of the long thorn, and forcefully took it outward, but the thorn was inserted very deeply, and Li Xiangru used force on this area, and the thorn was only pulled out in two points, and most of it was trapped in the bird's body.

The bird screamed in pain, Li Xiangru gritted his teeth, and put another effort on his hand, this time only hearing the bird's long cry, the thorn was pulled out, and blood splashed out along the wound. Li Xiangru held the thorn in the moonlight and looked at it, and saw that it was nearly a foot long, with sharp ends and hard tentacles, like copper and iron. Li Xiangru said curiously: "What is this, so sharp and hard." He tossed the thorn aside. It is hard to believe that the bird suffered such a great pain in the embodiment, and it also killed its beak and carried it up from the bottom of the valley.

The dark object in the spirit bird's body was pulled out, and after a short rest, the spirit was refreshed. Stretched out his beak and grabbed Li Xiangru's sleeve and led Li Xiangru to the short-winged strange bird. The short-winged monster bird had already lost its breath, Li Xiangru saw that although its wings were short, only close to the body and long, but the flesh and bones were big, lying on the ground occupied nearly half of the platform, Li Xiangru took a closer look, the strange bird's claws were long and sharp, and extremely sharp. In particular, the long beak was long and pointed, like a double-edged sword. But by this time, most of the beak had been broken. At this time, Li Xiangru realized that Shicai pulled out the long thorn as sharp as a knife from the back of the spirit bird, but it was the long beak of the short-winged monster bird, and for some reason, half of it was broken and embedded in the back of the spirit bird. It may be that it pecked the back of the spirit bird, too hard, the long beak was deeply embedded in the body, and the spirit bird was entangled and wrestling with it, and it was broken when it couldn't pull it out for a while. One can imagine how tragic and long-lasting the fight between the two birds was.

The spirit bird whispered softly, and from time to time rubbed Li Xiangru with his body, Li Xiangru was puzzled at first, only to see the spirit bird using its beak to point the blood flowing from the wound of the short-winged monster bird. Li Xiangru suddenly said: "Good bird, do you want me to drink its blood?" The spirit bird whispered twice to show that it was willing to answer. Li Xiangru grinned and said, "It's so disgusting, how can I drink it!" The spirit bird didn't give up, and touched Li Xiangru with its wings.

Li Xiang was really hungry and thirsty at this time, knowing that this spirit bird was quite human, and it must have a purpose for me to drink the blood of a strange bird, anyway, in this cliff, there is neither food nor water, and the left and right are dead, so what's the big deal about drinking some animal blood? Thinking of this, he immediately leaned down and put his mouth at the blood flowing from the wound of the strange bird, and drank it with a bang.

At the entrance of the bird's blood, there was a trace of fishy smell at the beginning, and then it flowed into Li Xiangru's abdomen little by little, and after a few sips, the blood produced an inexplicable sweetness, which was as beautiful as drinking glycol. Li Xiangru was overjoyed, and sucked the blood in the strange bird's body vigorously until his stomach was full and he was no longer hungry and thirsty, and then he stopped. The blood from the strange bird's wound had been sucked up by him, and his body seemed to be gradually deflated.

Li Xiangru sat on the ground, looking at the gradually shrinking body of the strange bird, and his heart was extremely strange: "Could it be that this strange bird can't be made by a bubble of blood, why does its body shrink after I suck its blood?" The spirit bird watched Li Xiangru suck the blood of the strange bird dry, as if he had a sense of achievement and satisfaction, and raised his head and roared, and the sound of the song wafted back and forth in the deep valley of the moonlit night.