Free Wild 11

Brother Lingyan was stunned by this sudden blow.

After finally recovering from his shock, he saw the baby stepping on his chest. He was instantly furious. "Where did this little brat come from?" He stood up and grabbed Ning Ren by the scruff of his neck. "Who are you from?"

Everyone has different races, different lifespans, and different lengths of infancy, so it is naturally impossible to set a unified standard for young and old.

If they transform without any disguise, their age after transformation is approximately equal to their mental age, so the age of each tribe is compared by transformation.

He originally wanted to throw the child out directly, but when he saw that the child was only as long as his forearm after transformation, and his appearance and clothing were unusual, he thought that it was a child brought by some parents to watch the fun, so he could only suppress his anger.

Brother Lingyan was angry, and Ning Ren, who was being held by the neck, was even angrier.

He flapped his wings twice, then bit Brother Lingyan's hand.

Brother Lingyan screamed: "Ahhh! Let go, let go!!"

"Let go—"

Under the stunned gaze of the surrounding people, the two, one big and one small, finally started fighting, with smoke and dust rising in the air and rolling into a ball.

It was clearly stated before the first game that private fighting was not allowed in the waiting area. Now the matter had become serious, and someone saw that the situation was not good and quickly ran to tell the elders.

Wu Ming, who was left behind, also hurried to catch up and squeezed into the crowd of onlookers. Seeing the chaos, he was so scared that his heart almost stopped.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

"The child just now is our ancestor's child!!!"

A figure in the fight froze, and the little sea urchin was hit by a punch.

Wu Ming was quick to grab the Angry Birds Ancestor into his hands.

Ignoring Ning Ren's annoyed red face, the first thing he did was to check if his ancestor had any wounds on his body.

The child with short arms and legs and a little baby fat had a tense face, bulging cheeks, and was covered in dust. His already frizzy hair was now a mess like a bird's nest, and the small tree bag used to hold nuts was torn and the nuts were scattered all over the ground.

There were some scrapes on my knees and elbows, and they were bleeding slightly. I don't know where my chin was hit, and it's a little blue. There were no other serious injuries.

It's okay.

Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "A Yuan, how can you run so fast? I couldn't catch up with you." The silver light disappeared in a flash. It seemed that he had never seen A Yuan have this ability before.

Ning Ren was stunned when he heard this. He grabbed the air with both hands and tried to teleport again like before, but his face turned even redder and he failed.

Brother Lingyan was also helped to his feet, his face bruised and swollen, and he couldn't believe it: "You, you are the one in the rumors who hasn't even fully transformed... Impossible! You've only transformed to this size, how could you possibly crush me in terms of mental strength!"

Ning Ren turned his head suddenly and was about to pounce again with his teeth and claws bared, as ferocious as a little lion.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! Be good, let's not bother with him, don't be angry, don't be angry," Wu Ming held down the little ancestor who was kicking his feet.

Ning Ren pulled Wu Ming and said, "Apologize! He called me stupid, I need to apologize!"

Brother Lingyan bared his teeth and said, "I apologize? You beat me up like this and you want me to apologize?"

Ning Ren: "You scold me first, you apologize first, then I will apologize."

While the noise was going on, the elder who was hosting the competition arrived.

Ning Ren knew him. Every year before the rainy season, the big hunting was presided over by this old man. This old man knew him, and he immediately worried that this old man would complain to his mother.

He wanted to call the old man over and bribe him with food, but in his haste he choked on the wind and immediately started coughing uncontrollably: "Cough cough cough..."

He coughed so hard that his face turned from red to pale.

He looked as if he was seriously injured.

Wu Ming's eyelids jumped, and he stroked his back: "Don't worry, don't worry, breathe, breathe..."

The elder saw Ning Ren from afar, pushed aside the people next to him, and his originally steady pace quickly became brisk amid the child's cough.

He quickly took the child from Wu Ming, the little boy, and said, "Hey, why are you here, little brat? Is this a place you can be in?"

The respected, tolerant and kind elders began to curse in their hearts.

This little kid is as weak as willow catkins. If something really happens at the competition venue here, they will probably be burned to ashes by the Guhuo Bird.

Burning it clean is light.

He was frightened by the pale face of Ning Ren.

The old man was experienced in looking after children. He found a stone to sit on and placed the child flat on his thighs. He rubbed Ning Ren's back with his old palms several times, and gradually, the coughing stopped.

During this time, the elders and leaders of other tribes who came to watch the game also hurried over after receiving the news. They all looked nervously at the child lying on the elder's lap.

Brother Lingyan saw his parents and thought he had found support. He immediately went over to complain. He pointed at the wounds on his body and said, "Dad..."

His father turned around and gave him a big slap.

Brother Lingyan: “???”

Brother Lingyan: "Dad! It was that guy... who hit my brother first."

His father pointed at the cub lying on the elder's lap, his eyes tearing up from coughing and his face pale, "Tell me who's bullying whom?"

Brother Lingyan's eyes widened: "He wasn't like this just now!"

His father: "How old are you mentally? How old is he mentally? You, you——"

He felt very disappointed in his son. Among the tribes, whoever had the bigger fist had the right to speak. Besides, Guhuo Bird was not someone who liked to listen to reason. How could his stupid son not understand this?

In the past three years, this little ancestor would fall ill every time around the rainy season. The Guhuo Bird protected him more than its own eyes. Especially in the past two years, the news that this little ancestor was not mentally mature had almost spread everywhere.

At the beginning, there were people who laughed at her and said that she had hatched a little fool. Later, after the Guhuo Bird went out a few times, no one dared to say such things anymore, let alone say it in front of this little ancestor. That would be like an old man hanging himself because he felt his life was too long.

This is what he thought in his heart, and naturally the other leaders and elders thought the same.

Of course, it was indeed his stupid son who started the trouble, and he should have apologized. He forced his stupid son to apologize to Ning Ren.

Brother Lingyan: "Yes, I'm sorry." These three words came out of his mouth reluctantly.

Although it wasn't very sincere, it was an apology after all.

Ning Ren felt that he was a generous child. He felt much better and coughed less, then jumped off the elder's legs.

His legs felt a little weak from coughing, and he tried hard to stand steady on his short legs, waving his hand generously.

"Then I'd like to say sorry to you too. Yuan shouldn't have hit you."

"But you are not allowed to call me stupid in the future. My mother says I am very smart. Don't say it in your heart, I can hear it." He raised his little head, a little proud.

I learned how to use the second function of [Mind's Eye] a few days ago, and I just mastered it not long ago.

Brother Lingyan sneered and turned his head away.

Lingyan's father and the people around him all laughed and said:

"Yes, yes, that's not stupid at all. You're obviously very smart."

"Yeah, she's cute too."

A lot of praises came up, and the child standing in the middle had his ears red with shyness. He put his hands behind his back and played with his tail. When he was not angry, he seemed very obedient and gentle.

Ning Ren likes to hear people praise him the most, no matter what the praise is.

He quietly opened the second function of his mind's eyes, wanting to hear their words of praise for the second time.

Perhaps there were some better words of praise that the adults were too embarrassed to say out loud, so he listened secretly:

[Alas, why can't the Lingyan family control their mouths? Even if they knew the little ancestor was stupid, they shouldn't have said it out loud.]

[It's great to have a powerful mother who won't actually die. So many elders and leaders are putting on a smile here, probably because they're afraid the little ancestor will go back and complain, and the old ancestor will come out and cause trouble.]

[The Guhuo Bird is the ancestor of the bird tribe, and it's not from our tribe... I'd better stand outside and watch the fun.]

[As expected of the Gyuto bird species, they're blind, yet they seem to be able to see. It's truly amazing.]

[Humph! You're just stupid and you're not allowed to say it! You can't even fly, and you still have three feathers after transforming. Your mind hasn't grown in three years. Isn't this just a born idiot?]

[This little guy is so cute, even when he is angry.]

[Children are easy to coax; just a few nice words will make them happy.]

[……]

The praise continues.

But what he said was almost inconsistent with what he thought.

The child surrounded in the middle gradually became dazed. He slowly lowered his head, the innocent smile on his face disappeared, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Ning Ren turned off the second function of [Mind's Eye]. The first emotion that came to his mind this time was not anger, but sadness.

His nose felt sore, his eyes suddenly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, he clenched his fists, lowered his head, pushed away the people around him, and rushed out.

"You guys are so annoying!"

Wu Ming: "A Yuan!"

Ning Ren ran very fast. Unconsciously, the silver mental power on his body began to flash again, and his figure quickly disappeared here.

Wu Ming searched for him for two hours, running around blindly, before he found the purple-white ball curled up in a small corner, crying.

It turned back to its original form.

When Wu Ming spoke to him, he just lowered his head and refused to answer.

Wu Ming sighed, scratched his head, and had to put him in his arms and fly under the ancient tree.

Ye Lu's originally anxious expression relaxed: "You are finally back!"

She was strolling around the market when suddenly someone came up to her and told her that A Yuan had gotten into a fight with someone. She didn't believe it at first, until she arrived at the competition venue and saw the young Lingyan tribe members with bruised faces and noses, and a few white-rooted, purple-tipped hairs on the ground. Only then did she believe it.

They are just juniors, so I can beat them. But I have been waiting for such a long time for them to come back, and I am really worried.

However, this little brat actually sneaked out and deserves to be punished!

She took the sobbing taro dumpling from Wu Ming's hand and wondered, "What's going on?"

Wu Ming whispered what had happened.

Guhuo Bird's face immediately turned ugly: "That little bastard, he has no rules and is bullying our ancestors..." She touched the cub's back distressedly, held him in her arms and coaxed him, "Don't cry, you beat the little one, and mom will beat the old one!"

The purple-white ball raised its head while sobbing, wiped its tears with its wings, and sobbed for several seconds before saying sadly, "Mom, am I really a stupid child? Raising me must be very hard and laborious for you."

Staring at those wet, innocent and clean eyes, Ye Lu felt as if her heart was pricked by a soft needle, and she shook her head seriously.

"It's hard work, and a bit strenuous, but it's fun. You're willing to wear the ugly clothes Mom makes, so of course Mom is willing to support you. And Mom lives a long life, so raising you is just a way to pass the time."

Purple and white dumpling: "..."

He forgot to cry for a moment. He always felt that there was something strange about his mother's words, but he couldn't find any problem.

Night Heron lifted him up and took a deep breath on the furry ball.

Ah, her cub’s feathers feel so good!

It’s not good to grow up, it’s great, so she just keeps rua... raising it.

"but."

Ye Lu rubbed her fur ball and said with a smile: "The most important thing is that mommy loves her very much. In my eyes, you are the smartest and most lovely child."

Those who say her son is stupid, just stuff stinky straw sandals into their mouths!