Zhao Xi wanted to empty the wooden poles supporting the tent, the canvas, and the pile of tools such as hammers and saws from the ring.
Assembling it was a delicate task; the monster's claws couldn't operate it, so the little ones had to help.
She and Wu Tuba went to build a fence on the outskirts.
Once the monsters multiply and their numbers increase, they might cross the border and occupy the entire mountain.
It's better to define the boundaries from the beginning than to risk damaging the relationship later.
"Headmistress, Uncle Tu Ba!" Shan Shan ran over and blocked their way, putting her hands behind her back, her dark face beaming with joy.
"Is this the little crow spirit? What's wrong? Is there something you need?" Wu Tuba, with his hands supporting his knees, half-squatted down and looked at him with a smile.
Only demon cultivators would be so friendly to other demon cultivators.
Those arrogant immortals only look down on them.
Shan Shan laughed and stretched out her hands from behind her back: "Uncle Tu Ba, look, I have hands now! My hands are white! And they have five nimble fingers!"
Wu Tuba was genuinely envious: "That's amazing! I wish I could have come to the Hundred Beasts Garden when I was a kid."
Fortunately, they have already moved to the zoo.
In the future, when a demon beast with spiritual roots is born in the clan, it will have a place to go and will not grow up wild like them, missing the best opportunity to transform into human form.
...
Shanshan wasn't entirely satisfied.
Uncle Tuba's focus wasn't on what he was doing, but rather on envying that they had a breathing room.
For demon cultivators who have passed the optimal stage of cultivation, the breathing room is just a place with slightly richer spiritual energy; they won't transform immediately like demons do when their cultivation level increases dramatically.
The essence of transformation is the modification of blood vessels; only with unobstructed blood vessels can one better utilize human techniques.
While feeling sorry for his uncles, he became even more proud of his hands.
"Look, I have hands now!"
He saw Meimei squatting in front of a pile of wood, rummaging through something, so he rushed over and held out his hand to show her.
Meimei frowned, a hint of disgust on her face. She covered her ears, shook her head, and said in a soft voice, "You're so annoying! My ears are tired of hearing you!"
Shanshan waved her hands: "Aren't you excited? We birds have to deform our pelvis and spine first, then our heads and hands, and finally our feathers. We'll be able to form our cores very soon!"
"I've had hands for eight hundred years, it's nothing special! Move aside, you're stepping on the wooden strip I need!" Meimei didn't care at all, pulled out a wooden buckle needed for the mortise and tenon structure from under his feet, and went back to the tent to continue working.
Shanshan snorted.
He did want to help Meimei, but Meimei disliked his carelessness, fearing that her tribe's tents would collapse while they were being used, so she wouldn't let him come and help.
So he had no choice but to continue loafing around.
Reaching out to the sky, the misty sunlight filtered through the gaps between the fingers of the small hand, somewhat dazzling.
His thumb was a little long, perhaps because of the crow's feathers.
But it's alright.
These are hands!
Hoshino has a terrible temper; he and Mimi both had been involved for a long time.
The three sweet potato siblings are no good either. The Firelight Beast looks a lot like a rat, and the rat's paws also have five fingers, making them very flexible.
After all, he used to be a bird with wings and wasn't used to using his hands, so he couldn't compete with them!
Shanshan saw Xiaoding squatting by the tree roots, a bone in his mouth, his front paws digging holes in the ground. She walked over and proudly showed off, "Look, I have hands now!"
Xiao Ding tilted its head, looked down at his hand, and patted him with its paw, uttering a few words indistinctly: "Woof, paw paw!"
Shanshan squatted down: "I have hands, you only have claws."
"Paws! Woof! Dig quickly!" Little Ding used its front paws to dig the soil quickly, and soon dug a hole.
"How can that be the same! Your paws can only dig in the dirt, but my hands are much more dexterous. I used to only be able to pick up a little bit of fur with my mouth, but now I can pluck all the fur off your body with my hands!"
As Shanshan spoke, she plucked a handful of dog hair from Xiao Ding's round, chubby butt.
Xiao Ding sheds a lot of fur, and when the wind blows, he looks like a giant dandelion that has come to life. When you pluck him, he doesn't feel any pain at all.
Birds need to build nests to incubate their eggs. If the nests are not built well, and no healthy and beautiful female birds come to them, they will become old bachelors among birds and eternal bachelors among demon cultivators.
Long, dense hair is excellent material for building nests.
Although Shan Shan has been separated from her bird form for many years, she still retains this habit: she likes to collect shiny things and suitable nesting materials.
Knowing he had this quirk, Xiao Ding used to be quite happy to let Shan Shan nag him.
His entire back was originally covered with thick, golden fur, but in the blink of an eye, the fur became less dense.
When the wind blew, several sparse patches of nude skin were faintly visible.
Shan Shan was completely oblivious, engrossed in the pleasure of plucking dog hair with her hands. She gathered the plucked hair in her arms and kept cheering, "So much hair, so much hair!"
"Awooo!" You have so much hair, I'm going bald!
"Don't run away!"
Xiao Ding pitifully tried to escape, but he was no match for Shan Shan in either speed or agility.
He forcefully pushed Shanshan aside, ran back to the vicinity of the camp, and jumped into Xingye's arms.
"Why are you bald?!" Hoshino threw down the hammer in his hand and hugged Xiao Ding.
"Ouch!" Shanshan plucked my fur~
A hint of anger flashed in Hoshino Black Pearl's eyes as she looked up at the crow spirit who was running over with a lot of dog hair in his arms.
“Um…” Shanshan clearly realized the problem and carefully pressed Xiao Ding’s hair back onto him. “I plucked a little too much. Here you go!”
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