sweeping the empire every day

Song Changxiu couldn't believe what had happened.

When he was thrown out of the door pitifully by a person, when he was thrown alone in a dark room where he couldn't see his fingers, when he tried to flap his little wings but couldn't fly, when he began to feel hungry when;

The moon-white bird was lying on the corner of the wall, curled up, and the place where a lot of fluff was injured began to hurt. The moon-white bird was a little cold, and curled up even harder, trying to give himself some strength ;

About 10 minutes later, the cool wind blew away the mist in his mind, his eyes gradually became colder, and finally condensed into frost;

what happened to him?

The weak moon-white bird stood up and slowly moved his somewhat stiff limbs. His mind was extremely clear, and he had never been so clear-headed these days;

What's wrong with him?

Song Changxiu subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub his temples, but when he lifted them up, there were two fluffy wings. Song Changxiu was stunned, and then slowly put down the wings;

He is an admiral of the empire, and he has always been moody and angry. I don’t know how many times he was called facial paralysis by his friends. Since he became this bird, his mood changes are simply unreasonable. How could he have such violent mood changes?

How could he... be wronged?

He had to bow his head under the eaves, how could he be so... childish?

Do birds have the habit of recognizing the first person they see as their mother, and are they themselves infected?

Song Changxiu sneered in his heart, and looked out of the window with distant eyes.

His emotions have never been so ups and downs, how could this be?

"Boom--!"

it's raining outside;

Blue-purple thunder and lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating half of the room. Song Changxiu's head began to throb, throbbing, and suddenly there was such a scene in front of his eyes:

The dazzling red light shot straight into the sky, and the lightning-like fire roared past with an unstoppable momentum. The golden light burst from the middle, passing through the protective cover layer by layer and passing through the mecha, sweeping the mecha apart in an instant, He rushed towards him like a whistling——!

In the next second, he didn't know anything.

The moon-white bird lay quietly on the corner of the wall, as if it had entered a peaceful sleep. Blue-purple lightning slid past the window, occasionally illuminating his body. The moon-white fluff was stained with a blue-purple luster, faintly There is a dreamlike beauty;

An Qingjue came out quietly, and after a while she frowned slightly, her voice mixed with an inaudible sigh, "Cub..."

It seems to be disgusted, and it seems to be helpless, but the palm of the man hugging the small body of the moon-white bird is so gentle.

"Chirp—"

Something seemed to be caressing on the body, itchy and painful, the moon-white bird subconsciously turned over, and croaked unhappily, but it didn't mean to open its eyes at all, it just trembled softly fluff, and fell into a deep dream;

An Qingjue looked at it for a long while before reluctantly saying: "...Little brat..."

The voice was very soft, and no one heard it in the quiet room. He took a thin cotton swab, dipped it in the smoky purple liquid in the purple potion bottle, and slowly applied it to the moon warbler. Careful, gentle and gentle, as if afraid of hurting it;

Turning around the body of the moon-white bird, An Qingjue rubbed the last potion on the moon-white bird, then put everything away, and checked the three cubs who were sleeping peacefully on the bed. After a moment, he turned and left the room;

The three cubs were sleeping on their backs, all sleeping in the middle of the bed, one here and one there. Is there any room for An Qingjue in the single bed in the dormitory?

No more.

Early the next morning, the sun shone on the bed like a beautiful golden sand. The moon-white bird moved its body, then opened its confused eyes, staggered two steps from the bed, and landed directly on the little black wolf cub's feet. The little black wolf cub also opened his confused little eyes, and lightly poked the beak of the moon-white bird with his paw, as a greeting;

The moon-white bird leaned against the soft down of the little black wolf cub, yawned lazily, glanced casually at the bed, then blinked as if stunned, in disbelief appearance;

Myself...how could I be here?

He clearly remembered that he was thrown out of the door by the man, and then curled up into a ball to resist the cool wind. When did he fall asleep, and when was he carried in by the man?

The moon-white bird thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a result, so he simply threw it aside, hum, he just said, that unknown person is reluctant to throw himself out!

The black wolf cub woke up the white wolf cub, and the two wolf cubs looked at each other for a while, as if they had forgotten all the unpleasantness yesterday, looked at the bedroom door sadly, and whispered to each other;

After a while, the bedroom door was pushed open, and the man's long hair was scattered casually, with a few strands floating to the front, and he casually pulled the hair back, the movement was casual and natural, with an indescribable romantic charm, the two little wolf cubs They were all dumbfounded, and stretched out their two front paws in unison, wanting to be hugged by a man;

The man ignored them, just walked in front of the three of them, and said lightly, "Has your memory improved?"

"Ouch..."

"Ooooooooooo..."

The two little wolf cubs nodded sharply without any backbone at all, and kept their paws still. They looked at An Qingjue with bright red eyes, as beautiful and dazzling as rubies of fine texture, and the moon-white bird twisted unconvinced Excessively, it is not as spineless as them, hum!

An Qingjue raised her eyebrows, and wrapped her arms around the moon-white bird. The small moon warbler was startled, and her small wings were raised up. Looking at him steadily, the voice is so deep and sexy, like wine buried for thousands of years, sweetly flowing in my heart;

"Be good, huh?"

As if bewitched, the moon-white bird stared blankly at the man's dark eyes, and the sound that slid by his ear was so sweet that it reached its heart, it nodded subconsciously, and the man laughed;

That laughter was like a sobering potion, which instantly brought the moon-white bird back to its sanity, and the little bird buried itself in An Qingjue's palm with a "chirp..." so that he would not admit that he was so unambitious Woolen cloth!

It won't!

An Qingjue smiled, and caressed the light fluff of the moon warbler casually. After noticing the good touch and the length of the fluff in her hand, An Qingjue nodded slowly, and picked up two cute and cute looking feathers. The little wolf cub smiled slightly, "Good boy."

"Ouch..."

"Ooooooooooo..."

The two little wolf cubs almost patted her chest and said that she was very good. An Qingjue was amused by them, rubbed their foreheads gently, and left the bedroom with the three cubs, feeling the softness and coolness. The little moon warbler buried in An Qingjue's palm raised her head in frustration, watched the man gently caress the foreheads of the two wolf cubs, let out a dissatisfied cry, and then moved buried himself in the palms of men;

Taking advantage of the morning light, after breakfast, An Qingjue left the small moon warbler at home, the little moon warbler jumped into An Qingjue's hands, but refused to stay at home obediently, An Qingjue frowned , said: "Good."

"chirp...chirp..."

An Qingjue rubbed the center of her eyebrows, poked Yue Yingniao's eyebrows with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "I'll be back early."

"I promise," An Qingjue slowly added three more words.

The moon-white bird seemed to feel the man's insistence, let go of him lazily, and buried herself on the bed, only willing to have her little butt facing him;

An Qingjue raised her eyebrows, and casually poked the little moon-white bird's ass. The little bird jumped up as if its tail was being stepped on, and said angrily, "...Chirp!"

An Qingjue smiled, and left the dormitory with the two wolf cubs in her arms.

The patriarch once said that cubs are extremely insecure creatures. I didn't think so before, but now it seems...

Seems to be true.

Spirit beasts have always had the custom of going back in the morning at dusk, and the flower demon clan also has this custom. An Qingjue can't remember why there is such a custom, but it seems that the spirit beasts have kept this habit for so many years;

They always believe that it is auspicious to return on the occasion of the day.

After sending back the two wolf cubs and having a brief communication with the wolf clan, An Qingjue checked the time and rushed to the classroom;

Time is running out.

"Class time is up, please return to the classroom as soon as possible."

Three minutes later, An Qingjue pushed open the classroom door.

At that time, the classroom was very quiet. Even if An Qingjue came in, no student raised his head to look at him. Every one of them was looking down at their optical computer or books, and carefully recorded something;

An Qingjue frowned slightly, and said lightly, "I was 3 minutes late, and I apologize to you for these 3 minutes."

"Any creature must have a good sense of time and know what to do at the specified time," An Qingjue's slow voice was like the cold spring water on a high mountain, exuding a slight chill, "and you, it's time for class. "

"I'm An Qingjue, the teacher of your class. In the next few years, I hope we can get along happily." After finishing the official scene in a flat tone, An Qingjue narrowed her eyes slightly, "Now, please excuse me." Honorable hands, put down your pens, raise your honorable heads, and look at your teacher."

The entire classroom was silent. The students in class A looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, they raised their heads, but did not put down their pens;

"Before class, just a friendly reminder," the young teacher smiled softly, "In my class, you are not allowed to do other things, whisper to each other, copy books with your head down, or be careless. The grades will tell you everything."

The entire classroom was eerily silent. After a long while, a boy with very delicate eyes said calmly, "Teacher, we have finished this course."