I, panda, earn money to support my family!

"My lord, can this kettle be used as a utensil?"

The big monster who tricked Xiong Zhumao asked the very weird monster with a flattering expression.

Naturally, Xiong Zhumao also saw the cooking utensils placed aside, and the whole bear was frightened and shrank back to the corner of the cage.

"That's it, I can't find the cauldron now, but the little guy who hasn't got the spiritual energy into his body, I don't think he can make anything with the furnace." Uneasy, he continued to exhort: "Remember, don't hurt the fur and skeleton of this little thing, I keep it for some use."

Even if Black and White Tuanzi yelled at the group of monsters anxiously and pitifully, the group of monsters standing outside who were all eager to drink a bowl of Pixiu soup couldn't show any pity for him.

Originally, the appearance was supported by fur, but now the hair on the body is soaked in water, making the black and white panda dry and thin.

After hearing the discussion, the other monsters made a "sucking" sound, and grinned at Xiong Zhumao who was dying in the cauldron, scaring the panda in the cauldron to swim to the other side.

The black and white panda was tired from swimming in the huge cauldron, so he had to rest his front paws on the edge of the cauldron, "Hiss!" But he felt the temperature rise after a while, and quickly let go of his paws.

The poor panda has no support point at all inside, and the energy of the body is quickly overdrawn, but these people outside have no such compassion, they just feel that their big meal is about to be done.

When Xiong Zhumao was about to drown in it, he exhausted all his strength and used all the spiritual power he had accumulated these days under his bear claws.

"Huh! What should I do?"

"How good is this!"

Suddenly the whole scene turned into a mess, a big hole was broken in the bottom of the cauldron, which directly extinguished the burning fire, and Xiong Zhumao, who leaked out his stomach and drank water, lay on the ground.

"My lord! Look, what can we do?"

Xiong Zhumao opened his eyes in a daze, only to see the good monster whom he had been grateful to before, but now faced with such a situation, he could only panic, wishing that he would be able to get out of the pot right away.

Flying around quickly in the dream, Xiong Zhumao also showed an uncomfortable expression on his face.

But even if he didn't want to follow all this, he was forced to see everything that happened before.

With the fuzzy memory of the long time, this time Xiong Zhumao finally figured out the memory of that year,

Just when he was put on the grill again and thought he was dying, a human warlock suddenly appeared, and he was saved just like that.

The following memory seems to change very quickly, Xiong Zhumao was taken to the new mountain by them in such a daze, the originally small black and white panda became bigger, and finally no longer that skinny look, after that The day he spent eating and drinking with this human warlock and practiced, and he accidentally became the founder of the Beast Sect.

With him in charge, the development of the Beast Sect has been flourishing, from an inconspicuous little sect to a prestigious sect.

Finally, one day when he was dozing off in boredom on the mountain, he finally saw the monster that he had been afraid of in his midnight dream.

"Hehehe, it's you, little thing! I didn't expect that my Chinese meal would grow so big now, and the demon spirit must have grown a lot too."

That thing who didn't know whether it was a demon or a demon still wrapped itself tightly, and didn't dare to see people, but the look in his eyes made him very uncomfortable.

The black-and-white panda, who was lying obediently and nibbling on the bamboo, saw this scene, and the hair all over its body stood up.

"Hey!"

The black and white panda, which was nestled in a ball on the ground, suddenly stood up, as high as a hill, showing what he thought was a fierce look for the first time.

This time, Xiong Zhumao also knows that this monster who seems to wrap himself tightly is an out-and-out demon cultivator. The reason why he wraps himself so tightly is because he has a terrible mark on his face, and he is afraid of being caught by others. Discover.

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when meeting each other, and the members of the Beast Sect found that the Panda Tuanzi, who has always been a friendly family in front of him, also has a temper.

Xiong Zhumao's cultivation at that time was no longer what it used to be, and the demon cultivator thought he was the poor little boy who hadn't been passed on, and was finally knocked down by Xiong Zhumao's surprise.

Everyone found that Xiong Zhumao, the brave man with good luck, can always turn danger into good fortune with every move, and his moves have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

In the years that followed, the black and white pandas fought with the two clans of humans and monsters, and became not only the beasts of the Royal Beast Sect, but also the beasts of the Cultivation Realm.

The division of the three worlds of humans, monsters and demons back then quickly subsided because of him sitting in charge.

He followed the human magician to protect the established survival interests of human beings, and at the same time warned the demon spirits to follow the laws of all things in the world to practice, and drove the demons who have been doing all kinds of evil to the demon world where no grass grows. This time, the three worlds were pacified After the turmoil in China, the world was at peace for a long time.

"Senior Xiong! Senior Xiong! Are you alright! Wake up!"

"Brother Bear!"

"Garden Bear!"

Xiong Zhumao felt as if he was stepping on a cloud without solid ground, he was dizzy when he heard someone calling him all the time, felt the hustle and bustle of the surrounding environment, and finally woke up.

"It's fine! It's fine!"

Everyone saw that although Xiong Zhumao's face was still pale, but finally opened his eyes, they were relieved.

The golden and silver vines worriedly stepped forward and surrounded him tightly, as if to give him a different kind of support.

Seeing everyone surrounding him, Xiong Zhumao quickly explained to the people beside him: "I'm fine! It's just that I'm too physically weak."

But even if he explained it in this way, when the people around him faced him, it was still like a fragile porcelain doll. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that there were many small spirit bamboos and flavors in front of him. Bamboo shoots, wait for him to wake up to replenish his strength.

"Director Xiong, next time you face such a situation, you should do what you can. If you damage your body, the loss outweighs the gain."

Lang Haobin just wanted to say something he cared about, but when he said it, it was more like blame, and the expression on his face became even uglier after he finished speaking.

"Lang, look at what you're talking about, it's because you dislike Brother Xiong and overestimate yourself!"

Xiong Hei had already asked Lang Haobin what he meant with wide-eyed eyes, and Lang Haobin was still thinking about how to explain it.

Xiong Zhumao let him go down the steps first: "Okay, okay! I have received your concern, and you should take advantage of this time to have a good rest."

After Xiong Zhumao finally drove everyone away, he lay relaxed in the tent extending in all directions, and the gold and silver vines carefully helped him cover the holes in the tent where light leaked.

"Okay, I'm fine, Jinyinvine, would you like to take a good rest first?"

The gold and silver vine didn't feel too tired, but it was still obedient, the leaves drooped, and fell into a deep sleep.

Taking advantage of this time, Xiong Zhumao is also thinking about the bitter bird. He thinks that this kind of bird can dig deep into the deepest hidden things in the memory of people and demons, and arouse people's resentment. With such an evil ability, it's better to be cautious in the contact process, but he is also thinking that if he can control dreams, it seems that such a technique is also very useful.

Lang Haobin led the two teams to rest intensively and build a defensive line of defense, but they still couldn't wait for the sight of the bitter bird in the next two days.

"This poor bird, where has he been hiding for the past two days? He wasn't there when we were preparing for it, and he would still engage in sneak attacks!"

Xiong Hei took off his hat and threw it on the ground in a somewhat grumpy manner. They had been guarding for so many days, but this little thing hadn't come over yet, as if he was mocking them, and he had already set up their defense line It's as clear as touch.

However, his emotions did not drive the calmness of Lang Haobin beside him. Lang Haobin was still quietly looking at the map and planning the battle plan.

"Captain Xiong, please be safe and don't be impatient. If we arrange and release the line, the opponent will be able to fall into the trap. This battle will not be fought."

Looking at Lang Haobin who is so calm and self-sustaining, Xiong Hei had no choice but to suppress his inner anger, but he couldn't wait any longer. He felt that this waiting was much more difficult than going head-to-head. This endless waiting seemed to be waiting for someone who didn't know When will the ax fall on your head, you have to worry all day long.

"咻~咻~"

The huge whistle stood out from the quiet and cold night, but after the whistle sounded this time, no one in the nearby tents woke up.

"Everyone is on alert!"

Lang Haobin tried his best to wake up the people around him with his voice, but it didn't help, they all seemed to have fallen into some kind of illusion.

"Wake up quickly! Lang Zhong!"

"Bears! Wake up!"

Lang Haobin found that the more anxious he was, the more strange the surrounding environment became.

He stopped suddenly in his search for other team members, no!When did he end up next to the Bears tent?

Lang Haobin, who suddenly realized something, stopped the anxiety in his heart for a moment, because he knew that it was useless for him to be anxious now, because he seemed to be trapped in a dream right now.

And the other team members were also brought into bizarre dreams by the sudden appearance of the bitter bird.The dissatisfaction in real life is brought into the dream and magnified thousands of times, arousing the deepest resentment in people's hearts.

And the bitter bird looked at these demon spirits who were struggling and did not wake up from the nightmare, and let out a happy cry of "quack quack quack". This kind of weird laughter would be startled if ordinary people heard it.

His voice became more and more fierce, and these people lying on the ground fell into a dream and their brows became more and more serious, as if they were facing endless quarrels in their dreams.

This time, Xiong Zhumao dreamed again in the soup cauldron that he couldn't destroy no matter what, the raging fire seemed to cook him clean.

But this time he was not as flustered as he was before. He watched the dream with cold eyes, and the raging fire that was very realistic around him didn't seem so scary anymore.

The demon spirit who had been working diligently to burn the fire at the side saw that the innermost panda was not afraid, and suddenly went mad and rushed towards it.

Even though he was very small in the dream, Xiong Zhumao's movements were crisp and quick, and soon those demon spirits were knocked down by him.

Of course, his change naturally attracted the attention of the bitter birds outside. No one would not notice any pain in his dream, it can't be like this!

So the pitch-black bird spread its wings and stood on top of Xiong Zhumao's tent with red eyes as if it was about to bleed.

Xiong Zhumao found that his dream had suddenly changed, and he became that panda who was alone in the village, loved by no one, and hated by many villagers.

"Get up! You are not welcome in our Panda Village!"

"You're so annoying, you're an unwanted panda!"

Accompanied by these sharp sounds, some stones fell on Xiong Zhumao's body, but the panda, who was supposed to be weak, helpless and pitiful, didn't feel sad about such a change, but stood there quietly waiting for those little pandas. The stones hit him, and then he used his thoughts to block the attacks.

"ga~ga~ga~"

The bitter bird flew in the sky, seeing that the face of the man who ruined his good deed didn't seem to be very painful, so he increased his confusion about Xiong Zhumao's dream, and wanted to keep him in the endless nightmare forever and ever. In, being bullied.

But Xiong Zhumao didn't take this kind of trick, he firmly believed that he could always get out, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

After thinking about this, the panda who was accused of being bullied by the pandas changed his appearance. He no longer allowed himself to be bullied, but calmly and restrainedly looked at the scene in front of him like a big drama.

Anyway, no matter how vicious words those people uttered, I could only see that lonely and pitiful panda standing among them very quietly, without the imaginary panic and crying, it was so quiet.

The bitter bird kept creating scenes for Xiong Zhumao, trying to find the most vulnerable and fearful point in Xiong Zhumao's heart, but he always felt that the monster was lying on the ground and the response was mediocre.

But in Xiong Zhumao's dream, he saw that the scene in front of him was no longer so realistic, but rather illusory.

Xiong Zhumao mobilized, and finally let this dream start to follow him. He reversed this dream and came to the Panda Village after the war. At that time, he had no idea about the Panda Village, but came here again by chance.

"You came to find out where your parents went, right?"

Before he could stop, a very old lady at the gate of the Panda Village stopped him.

Before he could answer, the demon bear took him under the big tree at the entrance of the village. There was an epitaph under it. If it hadn't been brought out specially, no one would have discovered that there was such a thing erected there.

"Look! Your parents were peacemakers 500 years ago. At that time, many bear youths were bewitched by those monsters and advocated leaving the bear village and following those people to seize more territory."

Looking at the few names recorded in front of him, Xiong Zhumao seemed to have seen the life of those two demon bears.

"Finally?"

The demon who looked like an old lady continued tremblingly: "They were sacrificed to heaven by the main battle faction, and the bones of Pixiu were psychic, so they made such a request. When they left, you were the most worried thing. So, don’t think that you are an abandoned panda, you are obviously a panda that was born safely under the expectation of your parents.”

In this way, Xiong Zhumao controlled the dream to replay the sentence and explanation over and over again.

He was silent like the bitter bird declaring war. He wanted to tell the bitter bird that those dreams before were no longer useful to him.

In his dream, Xiong Zhumao kept looking for the memory that he thought was more fun, and suddenly thought of a magical effect.

After all, his brain is a little hard to use after sleeping for thousands of years. He has almost forgotten all the spiritual powers he learned before. Now he can continue to learn. It is not easy to find things that he would not think of usually.

Finally, Xiong Zhumao no longer felt that this dream was boring, because he was busy controlling the dream to find the exercises he had practiced before.

While searching inside, he felt that this bitter bird was really good, because he had mistakenly blamed this little thing before.

The bitter bird used its own spiritual power to fabricate huge dreams for the people present. It was already very exhausting, not to mention that now there was a Xiong Zhumao who escaped from common sense.

The spiritual power he exerted in front of Xiong Zhumao was deeper, absorbing the resentment that others had just released from their sleep, and wholeheartedly dealt with the lying ignorant Xiong Zhumao.

Just when he exerted his strength until his red eyes began to dim, he felt that he could finally trap the demon in a nightmare and never wake up.

But before he was proud, his beak, which had been raised high and ready to sing a song, suddenly opened and couldn't close it in surprise.

He tilted his little head and continued to observe. Those dreams were indeed going on very quickly, but why didn't they look like nightmares?

"Quack quack~"

The bitter bird's angry voice was even worse, and even the noisy Xiong Zhumao's sleep was not sound.

The panda who was lying obediently in the tent seemed to stretch his waist, then opened his eyes, looking at the black bitter bird hovering above his head.

The cry that the bitter bird was about to make was suppressed in the throat, it was extremely uncomfortable, and looking at Xiong Zhumao who had woken up, he was a little at a loss.

What exactly is going on?Why is there still a demon who can escape the chain of dreams he specially fabricated.

In addition to beating Xiong Zhumao's nightmare, the bitter bird tried to send the newly absorbed resentment to disturb the panda on the ground, but Xiong Zhumao didn't accept it at all.

"Bamboo comes!"

As soon as Xiong Zhumao finished speaking, a shiny green stick flew out from his side, and began to twitch up and down around the bitter bird.

Wherever the bitter bird flew, so did the stick.

"Quack quack~"

The bitter bird, which was originally somewhat evil, is now overwhelmed by Xiong Zhumao's natal magic weapon, and the original scarlet eyes are now even more eerie and terrifying.

He urged his spell to attack Xiong Zhumao again, at most some bizarre scenes flashed in Xiong Zhumao's mind.

The panda, who had just woke up from a dream, shook his head honestly on the ground. Xiong Zhumao also felt his head was a little stunned, so he stretched out his bear paw and slapped his head twice.

The panda on the ground nodded viciously, feeling that it really woke up a lot sleepy, bears sometimes have to be tough on themselves, after sleeping for so long, why are they still sleepy!The recent fighting spirit is too weak.

While dodging around being smashed by Yuzhu, the bitter bird looked in disbelief at Xiong Zhumao who was still standing there and hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, and was a little suspicious of life.

Then he took a break to check the conditions of the other people around him, and sure enough, they fell into a deeper sleep, which was a little comforting.

Xiong Zhumao stretched out his paws, compared to the black bitter bird with red eyes flying in the sky, and looked at his teammates who were all immersed in sleep, feeling that his task was arduous.

He suddenly saw the golden and silver vines falling into a deep sleep with their leaves drooping endlessly, and thought of a way.

"Gold and silver vines! Gold and silver vines!"

But the gold and silver vine, which was also attacked by the bitter bird, could not wake up so easily.

There were Polygonatum vines hard at work, and Xiong Zhumao hurried forward to check the condition of the golden and silver vines.

He tried his best to imitate the spiritual power fluctuations that he had caught just now, and put his hands on the pile of vines calmly.

The golden and silver vine, who was busy collecting spiritual power in her dream, was at a loss when she saw a black and white creature that just rolled in with a "gulu".

Um?Isn't this the top of his vine? Why did a bear come in? This is a bear!

Help!Why is this panda hugging him and chewing on him!

The leaves of the green vines that were drooping on the ground began to rise slowly.

With a sound of "唰~", the vines on the shield on the ground grew several times, and immediately filled the surrounding environment to the brim.