Human beings don't understand the language of spirits, Hao Chen can only be glad that he still has a Mangjun by his side as a translator. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But there seems to be a slight difference between the two elves.

Crows are aggressive, while magpies like to pry others to fight.

Therefore, since the funeral Wushou was swept out by Mangjun's tail, the two bird spirits have been standing on the branches, ahhhh

"Mangjun, can you translate it?" Hao Chen listened to the exchange for a long time, his brain was already completely confused, these two elites who seemed to be here for revenge and demonstration, what are they talking about now standing on the branches.

"Uh...... Mang Jun thinks that it is better that you don't need to know, Hao Chen. Mang Jun had already put away his guard posture, squatted on the ground, and licked his back hair, which was slightly scratched by the bird's claws.

"Why?" Hao Chen was a little puzzled, after all, these two were also here for themselves, so they didn't need to know?

"Because Mangjun feels ashamed!" After speaking, Mangjun glanced at the tree and tilted his head, without looking back at the mourning head of the magpie in the distance behind him, and continued to lick his paws.

"Uh......" Hao Chen instantly didn't know how to continue this topic, or, this duel was just colorful, if it was made into a video, there was a picture on it or other places, Hao Chen could immediately become an Internet celebrity, but ......

"That stupid cat down there!"

Just when Mang Jun was still licking his hair, Hao Chen was thinking about why he didn't shoot the process just now, the mourning blackhead that had been stopping on the branch with a broken tail feather and a broken feather suddenly opened his mouth and spoke Mandarin, which ordinary people can understand.

It is said that magpies and crows are smart, and if these two birds are trained from an early age, they can not only understand human speech, but also learn to speak, and they are not lost to parrots, starlings, and wrens, these birds with their own learning functions.

Listening to this, every word was crunchy, not stumbling at all, full of Yandu flavor.

Listening to this voice again, it is slightly dumb and magnetic.

Hao Chen is sure that if it is not a crow, just by its voice, it can become a charming male anchor who makes countless girls' ears pregnant, and the abbot points an emotional broadcast around 12 o'clock in the evening.

"Do you continue to fight?"

Mangjun finished licking the hair, his tail was curled with four paws, he raised his head, the four golden pupils were facing each other, and Mangjun saw the momentum of his defeated generals, and he completely defeated the crow in front of him with his tail still cocking feathers.

This is the first time Hao Chen has seen the other side of this sticky Mangjun who can only roll and meow every day, and the domineering side of the head of the mountain and forest monsters.

He stood aside and smiled slightly, looking at the scene in front of him, probably even if the fight started, he didn't have a big deal with himself, so he found a tree trunk to lean on, resting, and watching the grievances and grievances between the spirits.

"Run and be a lackey for humans!"

The mourner Wu Shou lowered his head, condescendingly, staring at Mangjun in front of him, and his tone smelled of mockery.

"Hehe, you've really lost the face of our spiritual cultivation!"

After speaking, it shook its head deliberately, and the meaning was obvious, looking down on the essence of a person like Mangjun.

"But you lost!"

Mang Jun squatted in place and did not move, as if he hadn't heard what it said, just cleaned up his hair as usual, lifted his paws and stretched the meat pad, showed his sharp nails again, and deliberately shook in front of him by the moonlight.

"Quack, quack, quack......"

The magpie in the woods in the distance did not speak human language like the mourning black head, but Hao Chen felt that there was a reason why it did not speak human language, because it also felt ashamed.

"Shut up for me! Lao Tzu lost, and he still has a good reputation for being brave and not afraid of power, what about you?" The mourner turned his head and turned to the magpie standing in the woods behind, and directly used human language.

But listening to the words in the ears of Hao Chen, who was watching from the sidelines, it was a little awkward, especially the sentence "not afraid of power", he was a wanted criminal, and he was scratched by the pile of elves under your hand, and it took a lot of strength to escape.

Hao Chen looked at Mang Jun again, and pondered for a while, this is indeed true, for those little elves, Mang Jun does belong to the level of power.

But, you two are also the best leaders, you say we are powerful?

Hao Chen subconsciously shook his head, thinking to himself that the magpie standing behind him didn't speak, why did he compete with such a living bird......

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, the mourning Wu Shou nodded with satisfaction, and immediately cleared its throat, looking at Mangjun, who was already yawning under the tree, pacing back and forth on the branches.

"Did you bite my white, cute, and unthreatening bunny?" it asked.

"Bunny?"

Mang Jun turned his head and glanced at the rabbit spirit that was still lying on the ground not far away, which had long been cold.

"You say it?"

"Oh...... My bunny is careful, my cute little cutie, why did you leave me like this, oh...... My heart is broken. ”

Following Mangjun's gaze, the mourning crow leaned out, claws gripped the branches hard, looking incredulous, and even stretched out a wing and covered his head, looking grief-stricken.

Now Hao Chen finally determined the reason why Mang Jun felt ashamed, this crow's IQ did not rise at all, let alone Mang Jun, even if it was Hao Chen's own kind, he couldn't wait to pretend not to know.

"Say, how are you going to compensate me for my mental loss!"

The mourning crow flapped its huge wings and flew down the branches, and its huge body landed beside the rabbit, which was indeed a little petite in comparison, lowering its head and rubbing its fur constantly, looking sad and grief-stricken.

"Bite you to death, count?"

Mang Jun turned his head sideways, looked at the mourning crow on the side, which was larger than his own body, and stretched out his cat's paw again.

"Okay, you can do it, without Tutu, my lost life will not matter......"

Mang Jun looked at the mourning blackhead, rubbing his head desperately against the dead rabbit, his voice whimpered, and he instantly shook his hair, and he looked like he was about to vomit after eating strange food.

"Don't!"

At this time, the magpie head that had been hiding behind the tree, flapped its wings, and glided gracefully and landed in front of Mangjun, nodding politely to Mangjun, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was the same cute girl paper sound as the deep ditch under the sea that was different from its original sound.

"This black cat leader, we want to ask you, and your friends, to do a favor......"