Alpaca [Transmigration Book]

People who love to eat melons, if they walk together with people who don't like to eat melons, the result will be that even the melons will not be as fresh as the fresh ones.

Tonight's supper is grilled fish, unlike other grilled fish, you can't eat it as quickly as a jujube, otherwise you don't know how you got stabbed to death.

Zhao Yun finally woke up, everyone rushed over one after another, only You Yan was still holding the chopsticks, carefully picking the fishbone on the plate for Yi Qiu.

Yiqiu has long since ceased to be the vicuña who is inconvenient to eat anything. If it was a normal day, she would definitely rush to come by herself, but today she was really impatient, so she didn't do much. stop.

After a supper, she hurriedly rushed to Chaoyun's bedroom, only to see that the room was already full of people when she entered.

Zhao Yun sat on the bed with pale lips, her lower body was covered lightly with a quilt, no matter how she looked, she looked listless.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was very stiff, and everyone was extremely silent.

Obviously, Jiang Yuyao has been pressing her for some time, but she hasn't said anything so far.

Because of this, the moment Yiqiu entered the room, everyone turned their attention to her.

The unanimous gazes made Yiqiu somewhat uncomfortable, he shook his hands for a moment, moved his back against the wall and moved sideways.

"You guys are talking about you, I just came to see..." She said, raised her hand and made a "please" gesture, laughed dryly, and continued, "What am I doing? I'm not good-looking."

When the words fell, You Yan followed in from outside, glanced at her lightly, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone's eyes turned to You Yan again in an instant.

Yiqiu couldn't help pursing her mouth, walked to the table in two or three steps, found an empty seat and sat down, shrunk her shoulders, and tried hard to downplay her own existence.

She was not used to being present since she was a child, and she was not used to being stared at by many pairs of eyes. You Yan didn't care about it. After closing the door with her backhand, she walked in front of Chaoyun under the eyes of everyone with different expressions.

"Still unwilling to say?" You Yan said lightly.

"There are many things you can't hide. Your friend should have guessed the general idea. He just wants to hear it from you."

After a long period of silence, Zhao Yun lowered his eyebrows and smiled wryly: "What should I say? All of this started because of me, and I will make an end and give everyone an explanation..."

"What kind of explanation?" You Yan asked.

"Now that things are going on, you still want to save her?" You Yan asked.

Chao Yun closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then said softly: "It's my fault, everything...is my fault."

"I don't know where you are wrong. She treats you like this, why do you still protect her?" Jiang Yuyao frowned slightly, gritted his teeth and asked, "Chaoyun, she fell to this point of wishful thinking, that's called self-inflicted, she is love. You, but what does this have to do with you? Why do you take all this on yourself? Is it for that false memory?"

"..." Zhao Yun fell into silence again.

She didn't say much, just shook her head slightly.

You Yan thought for a moment, then said: "You don't know how to speak, may you let us see by ourselves?"

Zhao Yun couldn't help frowning.

Her expression was unpredictable, and it took a long time before she relaxed a little bit, lowered her eyebrows, and replied softly: "What do you want to see?"

You Yan said lightly: "Then you need to work hard to smoke Chi Shangshen."

Xun Chi was stunned by the table for half a second, then he stood up in front of everyone's eyes, hesitantly said: "If the wood god is trustworthy, maybe he can entrust the relevant memories to me, and I have a way for everyone to see."

Hearing this, Zhao Yun pondered for a long time, and finally nodded.

Some words have been hidden in my heart for a long time. I don't know where to start, but I can't hide them. Perhaps the best choice is to let people see for themselves.

To the east of the East China Sea is the blue sea, which is vast and vast, and its water color is as green as blue.

There is an isolated island in the sea, where Fusang is born, and the two branches support each other, reaching the sky.

The unhealed little bird perched on a branch, its back feathers were red, and its body had five colors. When it didn't spread its wings, its body was only the size of a fist.

The branches and leaves of hibiscus brushed against its feathers with the wind, so gentle, but it just stood up and shook its small body.

Suddenly, a black dragon in the distance set off waves, awakening the little bird on the branch.

"Ju Mang is back."

A voice lingered in its ears.

It stomped its little feet, quickly flapped its wings, dragged its colorful tail feathers, and flew towards the place where the wind and waves rose.

Turning the screen, I saw above the blue sea, the wood god Yulong coming.

She was wearing light grass-colored light clothes and her hair was tied up in a cloudy bun. Just now when she landed on the shore, she saw the injured bird coming from afar, like a warbler, twirling around her side. Ming.

"You haven't healed yet, so why come out to meet me?" Mu Shen said, spread out his palms, and gently caught the injured bird.

But the little bird only patted its wings, stomped its two little feet, and turned around twice under the gentle gaze of the wood god, as if to signal that its injuries were no longer serious.

"The fire of the sky is burning in the heart, it's better to rest more." A soft spiritual light lit up in the palm of the wood god, gently enveloping the little bird.

When the aura dissipated, the little bird flapped its wings and flew away.

Wood God sighed and shook his head, but before he could react, he saw the bird flying back.

With that small sharp beak, he picked up for her a branch of spring that can be seen everywhere in the blue sea.

She has bestowed too much greenery on the world in her life, but she has never seen anyone fly to give her back——

Thinking about it, she is the god of wood and also the god of spring. The plants and trees in this world are all born of her, so who would give her such an insignificant thing to her?

At that moment, she was slightly stunned, and when she regained her senses, the little bird had already flown away for a long time.

From that day on, no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, as long as the god of wood is still in the blue sea, the little bird will definitely bring something in the morning.

Sometimes it's the branches of trees, sometimes it's flowers in the mountains, sometimes it's the snails and shells rolled up by the sea, and sometimes it's even the various feathers that fall from your body.

Over time, Mu Shen looked forward to the moment when birds flew from afar every morning.

The little bird always gave Wood God some insignificant things, and Wood God always prepared a small box and kept them all, even if they withered and broke, he never threw any of them away.

When the old box couldn't fit, it was sealed with magic power, buried under the hibiscus tree, and replaced with a new one.

In this way, day after day, year after year, those small objects filled one box after another.

And every time the moon is full, the wood god will also find the little bird to his side, and use his spiritual power to soothe the unbearable pain in his body.

The stars in the sky are dim, the moon is bright, and the sea breeze blows over the thin clothes of the gods above the treetops, revealing the half of the unhumanized bird and beast body under the skirt.

She was holding a delicate wooden box in one hand and a stalk of rice in the other, her eyes were full of unconcealable smiles.

Suddenly there was another breeze blowing beside him. Wherever the breeze passed, the leaves of hibiscus leaves were rolled up one after another. They were surrounded by layers of soft spiritual light, and finally slowly gathered at the side of Wood God.

Mu Shen raised his eyes and looked to his side. When the spiritual light dissipated, all the leaves disappeared, leaving only a woman in white.

"Your human form is getting better and better." Mu Shen said softly.

"It's a pity we can't be too far away from the main body." Fusang said, bending his eyebrows to look at the thing on the fingertips of the wood god, "Is this the tassel in the world?"

"Well, she found it from the world." Wood God said with a smile.

Fusang reached out to touch it, but saw the wood god protecting it, subconsciously retreated a little.

Fusang couldn't help being surprised, and laughed for a while before jokingly said, "You really treasure the things that little bird gave you."

Mu Shen: "Is there?"

Fusang: "Yes!"

Mu Shen: "Then there will be."

Fusang: "It's not a rare item."

Wood God: "Yes, they are things that can be seen everywhere, but no one gave them to me except her."

Hearing this, Fusang thought for a moment, raised his eyes and said, "If you like it, I will give it to you as well in the future."

After hearing this, Wood God only shook his head and chuckled: "You, if you have something, you should keep it and give it to Jinwu."

"Why did I give him these? He is the son of the Emperor of Heaven. I haven't seen any good things. How can you be so easy to please?"

"I'm not easy to please." Mu Shen lowered his eyelashes.

"Then what are you holding? Tassels, willow branches, shells, and small wild flowers picked from nowhere... You still say that you are not easy to please?"

"I can't say enough about you."

Although it is not enough, I do understand in my heart that although the gift of the little bird is light, it is so light that everyone can give it.

But those thousands of days and nights, not everyone can persist.

The picture gradually dissipated, and the sky and the earth in front of my eyes have changed into new colors.

The only way is that time is fleeting, just like the white horse passing through the gap.

The little Yi Niao finally cultivated a...incomplete human form in front of the gods.

"Do you have a name?"

Facing Mu Shen's question, the woman with all her hair feathers still shook her head.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked at her claw-shaped "hand", she couldn't help pursing her lips, and hid it behind her back, leaving only two paws to step on the wet soil after the rain.

Decades ago, a fire burned down Snake Mountain, and she lost everything before she could have her own name.

Now, she is just an elf who has just transformed into a form. Most of the demons are raised by nature. Unless they are born with noble status, those who have not transformed will not have a name.

She remembered that the goblin elders in the mountains once said that the name of a goblin is usually given by the person she is closest to and trusts the most.

After a brief silence, she suddenly became bolder and raised a pair of beautiful eyebrows.

She looked at the wood god in front of her, and said seriously: "Lord Wood God, you gave me my life, so I will be called whatever you say."

After thinking for a while, Mu Shen looked into the distance and said softly, "Then it's called Yu Su."

Yusu, Yusu...

Some birds are born to belong to the lush green land where mountains and rivers depend on each other.

It's a pity that the place has been completely burned by the sky fire, and now there is only a desert.

"Will you miss home?" Wood God asked softly.

Yu Su was silent for a long time, then lowered his eyebrows and said, "I...I don't have a home anymore."

After a brief silence, Wood God lightly took her "hands" with no five fingers visible, and the aura lightly brushed over the back of the "hands", and in just a moment, he turned them into human-like white and tender hands. Slender fingers.

Wood God said softly: "If you think, then there will be."

A ray of light flashed in Yu Su's eyes, she stared blankly at Wood God for a long time, and finally couldn't help but nodded.

That was the first promise Mushen Jumang made to Yiniao after saving Yiniao.

Yiniao gifted her the decades of waiting in the early morning, and she wanted to give Yiniao a home, a Snake Mountain that had never been destroyed by fire.

"But there is no wood god in this Snake Mountain, isn't there?" Yi Qiu looked at the gradually blurred picture in front of him, and couldn't help sighing softly.

"The gods of the heavens, how do you know what a home is?" You Yan said in a low voice, "It's just wishful thinking to repay."