sweeping the empire every day

An Qingjue was taken aback when she heard the words.

The soft orange-yellow warm light in the room shone on Song Changxiu's eyelids, making that overly sharp and deep face show a kind of inadvertent tenderness. Those azure blue eyes were as clear as the sky, and they only stared at him intently. Like... little things used to be.

An Qingjue's heart softened suddenly.

He could feel the spiritual power that belonged to Song Changxiu, that kind of clear, strong, tolerant and enthusiastic spiritual power, which was as magnificent as the ocean, filled with gentle and gentle waves.

An Qingjue was silent for a long time, then lowered her head slightly, and said calmly, "I can carry this little thing in my pocket, can you?"

Song Changxiu hesitated and put it in his pocket?

Maybe his cells could be carried in An Qingjue's pocket.

"What do you want from me?" The old saying was repeated, but Song Changxiu only felt that An Qingjue's voice was much softer than before, and a small flame of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

An'an... Sure enough, he didn't hate himself.

Thinking about the first time, after she said what she liked, An An wished she could just turn her head and leave and never see herself again;

And now...

Song Changxiu's eyes lit up, and he put back his slightly turbulent mood, and said politely: "I don't know how to raise the moon warbler, so I plan to ask you."

This excuse was thought up by him on the road. He ran to other people's houses in the middle of the night. If he didn't find a perfect excuse, he would shoot himself in the foot. How could he make such a low-level mistake?

"Huh?" An Qingjue responded, frowned and thought for a while, then said slowly, "It likes most of the things humans eat."

Thinking back to when I was feeding this little thing, it seemed that there was nothing special about it. When I was feeding it spirit flowers and grasses, it refused to eat it. It was such a delicate little thing.

"Maybe it likes to eat bugs more," An Qingjue thought for a while, then remembered her previous promise, her eyes could not help but sink, and said, "Which bird doesn't like to eat bugs?"

insect?Zerg?

The corners of Song Changxiu's lips twitched slightly. In this world, there might not be any bird that likes to eat Zerg...

No, to be reasonable, can Zerg meat be eaten?

Not to mention that most of the Zerg are poisonous, even the few that are not poisonous, the meat quality is also very... touching.

In the past, no one wanted to use the waste of Zerg corpses. After all, it was meat, and open-air barbecues were also relaxing, but the smell...

Ha ha ha ha ha.

How to describe it?

Song Changxiu narrowed his eyes slightly, the feeling as if something exploded in his mouth, the first reaction was that his sense of taste was about to die, the taste was unbearable, he drank it for three days afterwards Porridge.

If you like to eat Zerg, this bird is really powerful.

However... the sense of taste of a bird seems to be quite different from that of a human being. Maybe something that a human cannot stand is delicious in its eyes?

Moreover, this is the Moon Warbler, a rare spirit beast that has disappeared for a long time according to legend. It tastes different from other ordinary birds, and it seems reasonable...

Moreover, this is what An An told him, how could An An be wrong!

"Then what are its habits? How often does it take a bath? What method does it use? Do you need to take it to communicate with other birds from time to time?" Song Changxiu asked humbly.

An Qingjue: "..."

When he raises small things, it seems that he raises them too rough.

He doesn't know what Song Changxiu asked...

From chatting in the middle of the night to the first sunrise of the sun, this night was a very wonderful night for Song Changxiu, as if he could see hope beckoning.

**

After Song Changxiu left, An Qingjue only felt sleepy. The moon-white bird happily got up in the morning to look for food. An Qingjue offered it the butterfly cake that it used to love most, but the bird looked at it with disgust. He glanced at it, and then yelled "Jiu Jiu Jiu" around Song Changxiu, as if he was extremely hungry.

At that time, An Qingjue knew very firmly that this was no longer his little thing.

Except for appearance, this little thing has no similarity with his.

An Qingjue invited Song Changxiu and Yue Yingniao out without hesitation, then turned off the light in the room, and lay back on the bed, sleeping very peacefully this time.

He doesn't know where his little things have gone, but if there is a destiny, we will meet again.

He and his little things have always been destined.

It was already afternoon when An Qingjue woke up. Professor Li made a video call with him again to confirm the time and route. Although the little thing was gone, he had promised to give it his favorite food.

He can store more bugs and wait for it to come back.

According to Professor Li, if this trip goes well, it will take ten days and a half months, and he will prepare the supplies. An Qingjue only needs to prepare some personal items.

An Qingjue thought about it for a long time. It seemed that it would be inconvenient to take away the spirit flower and spirit grass in ten days and a half months, so he decided to let them stay in the school's grove for a few days.

"An'an," said a pot of Sanjia grass reluctantly pulling the corner of An Qingjue's clothes with its small leaves, "We want to go with you, we will be quiet."

"Yes, yes! An'an, we want to go with you!"

"An'an, let's not leave you."

"An'an, I'm going too."

"An'an, I don't want to leave you."

"An An..."

"An An..."

The spirit flower and spirit grass opened their mouths one after another, An Qingjue gently rubbed its leaves, and said slowly: "It's not suitable for you, you are too young."

"It's good for you in the school forest."

"An'an..." Sanjiacao said aggrievedly, "But we will miss you..."

"An'an, I don't want to leave you..."

"An'an, I don't want..."

"An'an, we can still help you! We don't worry about you alone!"

"Good boy," An Qingjue said softly, "I know what you're thinking, but if you stay in the space all the time, it would be too embarrassing for you, and if I let you out, I won't be able to react in time, so I want you to do something I'm going to be very sad."

He paused, and his soft voice was mixed with a moving deepness, "Hey, you are here to take good care of me, that is the greatest love for me, okay?"

Those star-like eyes contained an intoxicating tenderness, and the Sanjiacao had no resistance at all, and they agreed to An Qingjue's request one by one, patted their little leaves and promised that they would obediently wait for An Qingjue to come back .

Sanjiacao: An An is so gentle and touching!