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After the martial arts option, there is the grass and tree creature option.

Su Changqing looked over.

Among the four grids, they were: a small cloth bag with the word "lotus" written on it, a white deer, a crow with black feathers, and a small brown sack with corn seeds.

It's just that below these things, there is no introduction, and it seems that only when they are drawn, the system will show its role.

Su Changqing looked at it like this, but he was amazed by the big white deer on the grid at a glance.

This deer looks very big, the whole body is snow-white, and the horns on the top of the head are also very large, it looks majestic, and it seems that he can sit on it, but although he was amazed, he didn't plan to pull out this white deer, after all, he still had the white crane before, and he could usually take himself to escape and save money wherever he went.

This is optimistic about the grass and trees and creatures option, and the next one is the clutter option.

To be honest, since the last time he saw the lifespan of that year in the clutter option, he has a lot of expectations for this clutter option.

This debris deserves to be called debris, and really anything will come out.

It's just that now Su Changqing took a look, but he didn't find any good things in this clutter option, at least the one-year life span was gone, and the rest was: an ordinary wooden chair, a broken broom, an oil-paper umbrella and a lantern.

However, although these things are more ordinary than the previous ones, except for the broom and chairs, the appearance of the rest of those things, it is really nothing to say, each of them is exquisitely made, and the patterns on it are very unique.

It's just that below these sundries, just like in the grass and trees and creatures option, there is no systematic introduction, and Su Changqing looked at them, and he couldn't guess what other uses they had.

However, he could know that these things must be good things, such as the ordinary-looking futon he had drawn before, if he hadn't pulled it out, who knew that it would also have the function of increasing his cultivation speed?

After reading these things, Su Changqing looked at the bright red countdown on the lottery turntable and started the lottery.

......

The hands rushed out as fast as they could, turning round and round on the red turntable, which at first was so fast that it was impossible to see with the naked eye, until it had turned several times before the hands began to slow down gradually.

In the end, the red pointer stopped in the turntable with a "snap", and when Su Changqing opened his eyes, he found that the pointer happened to stop at the three words "Xuanyuan Sutra".

He was slightly happy in his heart, and was about to click to receive it, when he heard a violent "click" sound next to him, which went straight to his eardrums, and shook his eardrums.

Su Changqing looked in the direction where the voice came, and found that the window next to him was blown open by the wind, and now it was being "crackled" by the wind.

It's useless to run and close the window, and it will definitely be blown open by the wind again in a while.

So Su Changqing didn't care about it, he ran down from the bed, and then took out a quilt from the wooden box under the bed, folded it into a piece, and used it as a bed for the leaves, and then went to bed and covered the quilt on the black cat, and planned to start sleeping.

After all, it's getting late, and it's raining heavily, so it's not a good time to read, and I have to go to work tomorrow, so I can't be late.

As for claiming the prize...... I'll check it out tomorrow.

......

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The wind outside the window kept howling, blowing the leaves to one side, the bean-sized rain desperately slammed on the ground, and the eaves made a fierce "crackling" sound, which sounded quite scary.

The night outside was pitch black, and all the original emerald plants seemed to be hidden, shivering in the darkness.

At this moment, a crisp bird's cry came from the rain curtain.

The sound was pleasant, but it was insignificant in the rainstorm.

The moon was shrouded in dark clouds, and in the dark night so black that it could drip ink, the emerald green parrot that was constantly flapping its wings in the air seemed to be particularly fragile.

The parrot kept flying forward, it was such a bad weather, but its feathers were exceptionally clean and dry, as if all the rain around it had been blocked by an unknown force.

It was constantly flying, as if purposefully heading towards one place.

After a while, it flew over countless trees and roads, and finally flew to the mountainside, and flew into a house.

There seemed to be an uncomfortable smell in the house, but it gritted its teeth, hesitated for a moment, and stopped at the window frame of the wooden window in one of the rooms.

The wind was blowing violently, and the old wooden window was constantly opening and closing, but the emerald bird, its paws, stood firmly on the window frame, without the slightest instability.

Outside the window, the black clouds were rolling, and the torrential rain continued, but the animals and a white-haired old man in the window slept very sweetly.

"Wanwan...... Wanwan ......"

The parrot flew into the house, and at a glance saw the blue-feathered parrot sleeping soundly on the table.

It hurried over and called around it several times, but did not hear its answer.

The emerald parrot stopped on the table and shook it vigorously with its right wing.

“...... Sister?"

After shaking for a while, the blue parrot finally woke up, and when it opened its hazy eyes, it saw a person it had not expected.

"Sister, how did you get here?"

It stared at it with some amazement as its eyes opened in a daze.

"I'm embarrassed to say. ”

This emerald parrot was Fang Yuniang, and at this time, seeing that the sister she was thinking about seemed to be fine, she finally took a long breath and looked at it with some disgust.

"Why did you mess with that white cat? Do you know that I was almost scared to death by you!"

As she spoke, her tone became stern.

“......”

The blue parrot looked at its bandaged wings, lowered its head and did not speak.

Seeing such a situation, Fang Yuniang suddenly became angry in her heart.

She waved her wings and counted it, her face was very angry, "You don't care about your life like this, and you still refuse to speak and apologize?!If this old man hadn't saved you, would you still be here?!"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

"You don't even know how sad I am to hear that you are hurt......"

"Sister......

The blue parrot named Wanwan finally spoke, and it looked at each other with its eyes open and guilt in its eyes.

“...... I'm not going to mess with him in the future......"