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It was a very beautiful cub, the whole body was crescent white, the upper body was darker, the lower body was lighter, close to white, and the fluff was sparse, but the limited fluff looked very soft and comfortable, softly Sticking to the body, the eyes are covered with water mist, which is a beautiful blue, without any impurities, clear and pure, just like the vast blue sky in An Qingjue's memory;

"Moonbird," An Qingjue said in a deep and indifferent voice without any ups and downs. He held a weak bird in his hand. Its beautiful sky-blue pupils looked at him without blinking, implying excitement and joy, as if I spent my whole life waiting just to meet him.

"It's still a cub," An Qingjue was slightly surprised. For flower demons, protecting cubs is an instinct. A precious cub flying recklessly in the forest is very incredible to them.

"Did you get lost?" An Qingjue frowned slightly, but immediately noticed the cub's soft belly. The cub seemed to notice his gaze, and An Qingjue shrank her hands subconsciously, as if very embarrassed In general, "chirp~"

As soon as the sound came out, the cub's body seemed to stiffen a little, and then it lay limply in An Qingjue's palm, covering its head with its two young wings covered with scattered fluff, and using its buttocks To An Qingjue, she looked extremely pitiful;

An Qingjue didn't care about its actions, the pitch tree looked at everything in front of it intently, it thought, An An is really a gentle and kind An An, that cub was so rude and didn't get angry, it was so touching!

With mental power wrapped around the body of the cub, An Qingjue frowned slightly, and murmured, "Have you not eaten for three days?"

The white and slender fingers gently caressed the cub's thin body, and the slightly warm fingers slid gently and slowly over the cub's wings, as if the mental strength was caressed by some warm palm, the cub shivered slightly, Can't help shouting: "Chirp~!"

Before the words fell, the small body in the palm of An Qingjue seemed to have been greatly stimulated. The body arched forward, and the head was lowered even more. An Qingjue could feel the soft beak lightly. The feeling of touching his palm,

"Hey, cub..." An Qingjue's voice dragged on, as if he was extremely disgusted, he gently clasped his palm to the other palm, and the soft moon-white bird rolled like a snowball In An Qingjue's palm, face up, facing An Qingjue's dark eyes;

"Chirp..." The moon-white bird seemed to be a little angry, but the soft milky voice that spewed out from its mouth made people feel weak in the bottom of their hearts. The bird lay on its back in An Qingjue's palm, turning left Turning right and turning, he couldn't even turn it over. Looking at the young man pitifully, the crescent white of his whole body was slightly pink.

An Qingjue seemed to find it interesting. He touched its tender beak, and his dark eyes were like the quiet night sky, shining lightly, "Little thing," there was a little smile in the deep and soft voice, like the night sky The sound of the strings under the zither, an indescribable smile, "Would you like to come with me?"

The moon-white bird lying on its back in An Qingjue's hand seemed to be stunned, and couldn't help but carefully rubbed the warm palm, whispering: "Chirp~"

The soft, milky voice made An Qingjue couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, and poked her finger casually on its forehead, lazily dragging the gorgeous ending, "Then you have to be more honest,"

"small thing."

The soft moon-white bird obviously didn't want to pay attention to its future host. It just curled up into a ball and covered its face tightly with its two young wings, but there was a hint of pink on the wings;

There were bursts of low-pitched laughter in the ear, with an indescribable sense of ridicule. The moon-white bird shrank back indignantly, and then tapped An Qingjue's palm with its delicate beak. Obviously, it had no power , the man even felt itchy, lightly tapped its head, and said lightly: "Don't make trouble."

hell!The moon-white bird cursed indignantly in her heart, then lay down on her limbs, lying powerlessly in the warm and slender palms, only feeling the heat on her body, couldn't help but bury her face in the in the palm of the man.

Obviously, the sudden moon-white cub slowed down An Qingjue's progress. An Qingjue thought about it for a while, but still didn't stuff the cub into the backpack, but put it on her shoulders, adjusted her clothes, Carefully hid the cub, poured mental energy here to ensure that the cub's every move could be controlled, and then turned around and headed towards the teacher's dormitory.

The benefits of Kafendis have always been good. The teachers' dormitories are all single rooms, one bedroom and one living room. The decoration is also painstaking. It looks elegant and grand. It took An Qingjue three days to fiddle with these things. See Looking at the cub lying on her shoulder stretched all over, An Qingjue raised her eyebrows, lifted the cub down and threw it on the bed, raised her eyebrows and said indifferently: "Be honest, little thing."

"I won't remind you a third time."

Seeing the extremely fake and hypocritical smile on the young man's face, the cub turned his head angrily and pointed his butt at him. An Qingjue raised his eyebrows, stepped forward unhurriedly, and flicked it calmly cub ass,

"Chirp!" The cub yelled angrily, only seeing the slender figure of the man going away, the young wings kept flapping its body, and said unwillingly, "Chuck!"

Nasty man!

The cub lay on his back on the big bed, looked helplessly at his wings and petite figure, couldn't help but arched inside, and whispered aggrievedly: "Chirp—"

As soon as the sound came out, it seemed that the cub's last line of defense had been completely broken, and the cub limp and limp on the bed, motionless.

Three days ago, he was an imperial general named Song Changxiu, fighting on the front line of the battlefield, but because of a small accident, he was injured and passed out. When he opened his eyes again, he had already turned into a bird!

A bird with an eggshell on it!

For three days, for three full days, Song Changxiu didn't see a single person, and the young man just now was the only person he saw in these three days;

Fortunately, he is also willing to take him home, no matter what, it is safer to return to human society;

I don't know what happened to the battlefield...

Song Changxiu thought for a while, then turned over weakly suddenly, shook his insensitive young wings, looked at the thin fluff, and covered his face with it feebly, knowing what to do?

He can't do anything now, can he?

Not only that, but also called a little thing...

Song Changxiu wanted to kill him with a piece of tofu.

An Qingjue checked his brain for a long time, but he couldn't find any information about the moon warbler. This creature has been confirmed as an 'extinct' creature in this era. It was replaced by a species called 'moonlight bird'. 'Ornamental birds;

It is said that it is a purely ornamental bird researched by humans based on the gene of the 'extinct' moon warbler bird. It does not need to go into heat for life to breed offspring. It is a purely ornamental pet loved by the upper class. Low;

An Qingjue thought about it, and then asked Sanjiacao for her opinion. Linghua Lingcao always has a better understanding of spirit beasts and strange beasts, An Qingjue thought so.

Accepting the advice of the Sanjiacao and the Shame Flower, An Qingjue took the leaves of the Sanjiacao and the petals of the Shame Flower, mashed them into juice, and then served it to the moon white cub, whispering: "Let's eat."

The cub hadn't eaten for three days, An Qingjue raised his eyebrows, obviously he couldn't let him eat more, his body couldn't bear it.

When Song Changxiu heard the word 'eat', he was quite happy, but when he turned his head, he saw a small plate of strange and colorful juice, and was taken aback immediately, "Chirp!"

Is this going to poison him to death?

Song Changxiu stared dumbfounded at the little dish in front of him, and protested sharply: "... Chirp! Chirp!"

"Don't eat?" An Qingjue raised his eyebrows. Both the Sanjiacao and the Shame Flower suggested to him that it would be best for the cubs to drink some juice from the Spirit Flower and Spirit Grass, especially if they haven't eaten for three days. weak cub;

An Qingjue, who deeply felt that the cub should not be pampered casually, said lightly: "Then don't eat it."

If you are hungry, you will naturally eat. If you don’t eat, you are not hungry.

This is... the end?

Song Changxiu stared dumbfounded at An Qingjue, ignoring his intentions at all, and took out the packed things from his back, and opened them bit by bit, ignoring his intention at all;

This man...wouldn't be trying to starve him to death?

Song Changxiu stood up from the bed a little anxiously, and moved his inflexible legs. The next moment, a burst of fragrance wafted from the room, and the moon-white bird tried hard to see what An Qingjue was holding. The shape difference is huge, it can't see anything;

Unwilling to get down, Song Changxiu looked at the strangely colored juice next to him, turned his head, put it on the bed, and stopped tossing;

He also has dignity, and he will never eat this weirdly colored thing!

Although it is a bit cold, the taste is still very good, the taste is smooth and delicate, with fresh fruit flesh contained in it, the outer skin is crispy, the inner is soft, the fruit is elastic and smooth, An Qingjue squinted her eyes with satisfaction, it is delicious;

Taking one back to the bed, he had to put the little dish on the floor, lest the frizzy cub ruin his bed in a moment;

"Chir... chirp...!" Seeing the beautiful butterfly-shaped pastry in the young man's hand and the faintly enticing fragrance inside, Song Changxiu, who had been hungry for three days, felt that hunger was constantly attacking his nerves. Before his rationality could react, his body had already activated;

"Want to eat this?" An Qingjue sat on the bed, pointed to the dessert in her hand, and said slowly, with no expression on her handsome and indifferent face, "No."

This man really wants to starve him to death!

Song Changxiu thought indignantly that the long-term hunger and immature body had made his desire for food infinitely increased. When he realized it, he bounced, struggled and staggered onto Song Changxiu's body, and suddenly put his beak To the crispy crust of that beautiful pastry!

Well……

The crescent-white bird looked at An Qingjue tearfully, a smile slipped across An Qingjue's eyes, and she said casually and gracefully: "I said, no, little thing."

Seeing that the man had no intention of helping at all, the cub was struggling, kicking and kicking with its two hind paws, desperately trying to save its beak. After 3 minutes of tossing like this, the weak cub collapsed on the man, pitifully looking at the man;

Those beautiful blue pupils are watery and moist, dotted into a beautiful blue lake, looking at you with pitiful and pleading eyes, as if silently expressing its trust and love;

An Qingjue quietly stretched out her hand, and slowly flicked it on the cub's forehead, with the other hand she used a little force to free the cub's beak in an instant, and casually touched its back, An Qingjue said lightly He opened the mouth and said, "It's quite energetic,"

"Then, let's eat."

Between the white and slender palms is a crushed butterfly cake.

Song Changxiu threw himself into the man's palm with a face of grief and anger, as if he wanted to use it to completely bury himself;

Just now, under the bewitching of this human being, he accepted the identity of a bird cub!

God!

Hack him!