Free Wild 12

Guhuo Bird spoke so decisively that Ning Ren's eyes welled up with tears.

He threw himself into the arms of the Guhuo bird, letting out a cry, a scene of loving mother and filial son.

The night heron touched the cub's head and thought.

Even if her child is a little stupid, she doesn't allow outsiders to say that. Besides, being stupid can be cute too.

Silly and cute.

Ning Ren: “…”

He burst into tears and completely curled up into a ball of sadness.

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The other side.

After the game.

The Guhuo Bird was busy coaxing its children and had no time to come here to cause trouble, which made several elders of the Lingyan tribe feel uneasy.

"We'll go and apologize tomorrow. The Bird Tribe's seniority is clear. Besides, it was our child who started it first."

The elder said, "That's the best you can think of it, but..." He looked at the beaten Lingyan brother, "Ah Yuan's mental strength is so strong? You ranked 50th in this competition. If little A Yuan participated in this competition, wouldn't he be ranked higher?"

Brother Lingyan thought of that small fist that was harder than stone, and the bruises on his face felt a dull pain.

He curled his lips and said, "Who knows if the ancestors gave him something to protect him..."

The elder glanced at him and said calmly, "Youngster, you should be more careful when you speak. The elders haven't spoken yet, so what qualifications do you have to speak here?

The 'he' you're referring to is the ancestor's child. No matter how young or ignorant he is, his generation is still there. I have to listen carefully when he speaks. How can you be rude to him? As a member of the Lingyan Clan, you should teach your children well. Otherwise, no matter how powerful he is, if he is disrespectful, he is not a seedling of the Purple Star.

The elders of the bird tribe enjoy the respect brought by their age and seniority, so they naturally protect the seniority very much.

Everyone in the Lingyan tribe could only listen to this warning and nod in agreement.

They cursed their own children again in their hearts.

Even the wizards of the various tribes couldn't prove who the Purple Star had descended upon. They still had to go through a series of competitions, screening based on talent and character. Who would ultimately be the Purple Star? Perhaps a vote would be the final decision...

Is it necessary to say who holds the voting rights?

Naturally, they are the leaders of the major tribes, wizards, powerful elders, prestigious old people, etc.

The right thing to do is to build good relationships with these people.

There are so many twists and turns in there.

The elder saw their quarrel and knew exactly what they were thinking. He chuckled in his heart and then sighed.

The child of our ancestor Guhuo Bird's family was smart, handsome and simple in nature.

He was born blind and weak.

He asked Brother Lingyan just now because he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart. The saint who came to the world must be different from ordinary people.

Among the children who came to compete today, many had strange things in their bodies, but he inexplicably felt that his little ancestor A Yuan was different from these children.

If the little ancestor is born healthy, he will definitely be the most popular candidate for Zixing.

After sending away a few anxious members of the Lingyan tribe who were preparing to seek apology from the Guhuo Bird, the final rankings of the competition were finally announced.

The top spot in this championship surprised the elders.

"It's actually this child..."

The ethnic group with the shortest lifespan - the Xi clan.

The Xi people grow very fast. They are born in human form and have wings on their backs that can be folded freely. However, their lifespan is less than twenty years.

Ninety percent of the tribe members will die of old age fifteen years after birth. In the eyes of tribes with long lifespans, the Xi tribe is like mayflies that are born and die in a day, racing against time all their lives.

Suppressing his surprise, he continued reading.

I counted the number of bird people and found that three of them were in the top ten, which is pretty good.

When his eyes swept across the sketch of the last person in the top ten, he exclaimed softly, "There's actually a race I haven't seen much of. This kid has such a cold expression, and his long tail looks soft and pointy. Is this a new race from some corner, or did they migrate from somewhere else..."

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The Guhuo Bird applied medicine to the scratches on Ning Ren's body. Now the wounds were green and filled with the bitterness of the medicine.

He felt that his heart was more bitter than the medicine, and he stayed in a big bird's nest in the ancient tree, staying in isolation for the whole afternoon.

It was not until the evening that it came out to eat, lured by the food provided by the guhuo bird.

Ning Ren was more accustomed to eating in human form, holding a small bowl with the back of his head facing his mother.

Guhuo Bird was sewing new clothes and looking at the back of her cub's head. She didn't quite understand her cub.

She seemed to have made Yuan angry, but when she thought about what she had just said, she felt that there was nothing wrong.

"It's good that Yuan hasn't grown up. Mommy doesn't have to measure your clothes every day. Oh, by the way, Yuanmy, did the tree bag I prepared for you this morning get torn? Will you go out with Mommy to buy a new one tomorrow?"

Ning Ren stopped eating and his expression was confused for a moment.

Did he...did he bring his small tree bag with him when he went out today?

Ning Ren: "Little Tree Pocket, isn't it hanging down there?"

Guhuo Bird was puzzled: "Didn't Xiao Ming say that your tree trunk was torn?"

"Oh, that's right!" The child suddenly realized and remembered.

He did take it away and put a lot of snacks in it.

Ye Lu poked his head and said with a smile: "You only know how to eat. How can you have such a bad memory at such a young age? Don't forget your mother in the future."

Ning Ren hugged the bowl and snorted, "No way."

After dinner, he climbed down from the bird's nest and went under the ancient tree to look at the little blue fish.

He raised the little blue fish for three years and it grew twice as big. It could no longer be kept in the ancient tree, so Guhuo Bird dug a small pond under the ancient tree, surrounded it with smooth, shiny stones of various colors, and put the little blue fish in it.

The little blue fish has its own name, Yu'an.

It was not taken by Ning Ren, but read out by [Mind's Eye].

The little blue fish is a species with its own intelligence, but for some reason, Ning Ren did not see it transform or speak.

Ning Ren crawled into the first layer of the ancient tree, took out the food for the little blue fish, walked to the edge of the pond, grabbed a handful and sprinkled it in.

"Ayu, I'm here to feed you."

Yu'an spun in the water, the little blue fish becoming even more beautiful, its blue tail long, flowing, and slightly transparent. He looked at the child feeding him, first clinging to the child's chubby hand, then a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

This is the third time the benefactor has fed him today...

I fed it once when I got up in the morning and again when I sneaked away. This was the third time.

In the past, one meal a day was just enough for him, but this year I don’t know what happened, my benefactor always forgets that he has fed him.

If he couldn't finish his meal, his benefactor would worry that he was sick, so he had to fill his stomach and finish it.

Yu An struggled to finish the excess food and burped.

Ning Ren praised: "That's great."

Yu An tried hard to appear calm and composed, and his entire body sank after he finished eating the food.

Ning Ren showed a worried look at this speechless fish friend, put his feet into the pond, and played with the water from time to time.

[A Yuan, the water is cold, don't play in it.]

The voice of a slightly shy boy of about eleven or twelve years old emerged in Ning Ren's mind.

He held his chin up and said, "Just a moment. Mom is sewing clothes, so I can't catch you."

Ning Ren was restricted by the live broadcast room and never took the initiative to say that he could hear people's thoughts. Yu An was the only fish who discovered his ability.

Yu An swam to his feet and lifted the child's feet with its tail to prevent him from catching a cold.

[Are you unhappy?]

Ning Ren was depressed for a while, and hung his head: "I am a little fool."

[No, Yuan is very smart, much smarter than me, and very capable.] How could a benefactor who can hear my thoughts be a fool?

The little blue fish turned in a circle.

[I blew bubbles for Yuan to see.]

Yu An blew out a stream of transparent bubbles into the air. Under the setting sun, the bubbles sparkled and sparkled beautifully. He blew out more than a dozen bubbles in a row.

Ning Ren reached out to grab it, but the bubble flew too high for him to catch, so he stood up and jumped high.

The child's attention was diverted, and the sadness on his face quickly disappeared and he became happy.

During this happy time, it seemed as if there was a force that cast a thin mist over the unpleasant events that happened this afternoon, making his memory no longer so clear.

So when the little blue fish asked him what happened today.

When Ning Ren spoke angrily about Brother Ling Yan, he scratched his head, almost forgetting the appearance of the young man he had only met once.

He was stuck for a few seconds, gave up describing Brother Lingyan's 'ferocious appearance', and only described his own heroic figure.

The child had a very cocky expression on his face, but Yu An was very considerate. When he heard his benefactor talk about the wonderful parts, he even blew a few bubbles and cheered.

Under the sunset.

A dancing child, a pond reflecting clouds, and a little blue fish spinning around and blowing bubbles.

Simple and beautiful.

The Guhuo bird looked down from its nest, smiled, and continued to study the animal skin in its hands.

How strange and bizarre.

She had clearly sewed the clothes according to the pattern given to her by the chief of the Eyebird Clan, so why did the clothes become so strange in shape... Maybe she hadn't been able to buy the right bone needles.

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That night.

Ning Ren returned to his original form and curled up in a larger wooden bowl to sleep.

His fur is now thick and fluffy, and when he sleeps in a wooden bowl, it always feels like the fur is about to overflow.

The young bird was not sleeping very peacefully, with the tips of its wings occasionally curled up.

He was trapped in a hazy halo, outside of which were many human silhouettes. These silhouettes exuded an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he could not get rid of the halo.

It's like watching a shadow play.

These figures were on the stage. He knew what was going on through a thin veil, but he had no idea what they were saying.

In the middle of the night.

The night heron woke up once, gently picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground and covered the young bird with it before closing her eyes again. She used to sleep through the night, but now she always wakes up several times in the middle of the night. She has become accustomed to it.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The system looked at Ning Ren's information page.

The four-year Angry Idiot debuff's restraint was getting weaker and weaker, but correspondingly, the Amnesia debuff was flashing brighter and brighter.