Chapter 308

A young man squatted by the rushing river. The flowing water reflected his blurry shadow. He blinked, and the reflection in the water blinked as well.

So strange...

The young man by the river tried to dig out some useful memories from his mind, but his mind was blank. He couldn't even remember his own name.

He sat cross-legged by the river, staring at the rushing water for a while, and finally had to accept the fact that "he had lost his memory" - his consciousness was full of cracks, it was a miracle that he was still alive, and it was normal to have no memory at all.

After figuring it out, he stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes, but when he looked around, he felt another kind of confusion - everything around him was too unfamiliar, in this vast world, he didn't know where to go.

It took too long to transform back to his original form, so long that he didn't want to go back to being a tree. Although the serious injury to his consciousness had not improved much, the injuries on his body had almost healed. He stretched his muscles and bones, and rarely had the thought of taking a leisurely walk.

A spontaneous trip was born instantly.

He walked briskly away from the riverbank filled with spiritual energy, without choosing a direction, following his heart.

He passed through dense forests and climbed a not-too-high mountain. Looking down from the top of the mountain, he saw a red area in the distance, and there seemed to be some living creatures in it.

He was a little curious and decided to go down the mountain to take a look. His good sense of direction came in handy at this time, and he saw a spectacular sycamore forest without much effort.

Walking into the forest, the temperature seems to have entered the scorching summer. The ground under your feet is covered with red fallen leaves. Looking up, all you see is the hot red, making you feel as if you are in an endless sea of ​​fire.

The red leaves continued to fall, and for some reason, he felt a vague sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had been to a place somewhat similar to this one before.

But he couldn't remember, nothing at all.

Thick fallen leaves lay on the ground, their soft touch accompanied by crisp crackling sounds. He walked inside and saw a round white egg on top of a pile of fallen leaves. The breath of life that he had sensed from afar before was emitted by this egg.

The egg seemed to be sensitive to its surroundings. When he saw the egg, it seemed to see him as well. It swayed on the pile of red fallen leaves, then jumped three feet high, rolled towards him, and stopped in front of him.

...kind of cute.

He squatted down and tentatively touched the top of the white egg. The eggshell was not cold at all, but warm to the touch, and there seemed to be a small heartbeat inside. The white egg rubbed against his palm, as if it wanted to jump directly into his arms.

As if possessed by a ghost, he picked up the white egg and could see delicate patterns faintly visible on the eggshell. However, he did not have time to take a closer look because an unknown sound was heard at this moment—

“Crack!”

The egg he held in his arms had a crack on it.

A hint of surprise appeared between his eyebrows, and in his anxiety he did something stupid—he stretched out his hands and pressed on both ends of the egg, trying to eliminate the cracks through physical means.

With his help, the eggshell successfully developed more cracks, and the sound of "crackling" was heard continuously. Finally, a huge crack was formed that went through the entire white egg, and some reddish-gold fluff leaked out of the crack.

"Chiu~"

Suddenly, there was a tender chirping sound in the fiery red sycamore forest. The eggshell broke into pieces and fell at his feet. A furry little bird squatted in the remains of the eggshell, with a pair of tiny claws curled on the edge of his palm.

The young bird fell on his fingers like a furry little doll. Its warm down was in the gaps between his fingers, incredibly soft. It fluttered its equally small wings and made a crisp, tender sound: "Chirp?"

The first "chiu" was just an expression of happiness, but the second "chiu" was automatically translated into understandable language when it fell into the ears.

"Am I your child?"

What an explosive question.

Even in his amnesia, his remaining common sense told him that a tree does not give birth to a bird.

"No," he explained softly, "we are not the same breed."

"Chiu———" The fluffy little bird tilted its head. It looked like a furry ball, selectively deaf. "Chiu?"

Okay—then are you the father or the mother?

"It's not daddy or mommy." He looked at the remaining eggshell fragments in his palm, picked up a piece with his fingertips, squeezed it into a suitable size and stuffed it into the little bird's mouth, "Open your mouth."

The fluffy little bird held its eggshell in its mouth, its round eyes full of confusion. After it swallowed the small piece of eggshell, it felt crispy and sweet, so delicious!

"Chirp!" More!

He sighed, feeling a little amused.

When he saw the eggshells just now, some information suddenly came to his mind—the bird-like beasts that were born and raised naturally needed to eat the eggshells that accompanied them in order to obtain their own inheritance.

The little bird in front of him was busy with some strange problems and had never thought about eating the eggshell. Looking at the eggshell fragments, the smallest of which was as big as its head, he was silent for a while, and helplessly pinched it into small pieces suitable for eating.

After being fed half an eggshell, the fluffy little bird looked fatter, like a horizontally growing oval ball. It opened its beak and let out a loud, full burp.

"Chew!" I'm full!

He pinched a small piece of egg shell and asked in confusion, "Don't we need to eat it all at once?"

The fluffy little bird patted its fluffy belly with the tips of its wings, making a bang-bang-bang sound like knocking on stones. It showed an aggrieved expression: "Chiu..."

You will die if you eat all of them...

The inheritance of avian beasts is not something that can be accepted all at once?

The fluffy little bird's round belly made a banging sound. He had to stop feeding the bird and picked up the remaining eggshells in his other hand. He held the bird in one hand and the eggshells in the other, then found a large flat stone in the sycamore forest and put them both on it.

The bird tucked its claws under its red-gold down and blinked its round eyes. It looked at the eggshell and then at the person in front of it: "Chirp?"

Although he has lost his memory, his common sense seems to have not been lost, and it will trigger itself when needed: "This is where you were born. There will be no danger."

Most alien beasts have a strong sense of territory for their birthplaces. This little bird looks healthy and lively, and he has no intention of entering its territory, so it is better to leave as soon as possible.

After making sure that the bird and the eggshell were both secure, he turned and walked away. But before he had taken a few steps, he felt a gust of wind behind him and something hung on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw a pair of small claws hooking his clothes. The moment their eyes met, he clearly saw tears welling up in the bird's round eyes, and then...

It let out a loud cry that was totally inconsistent with its size!

The fluffy little bird was trembling with tears. No one knew where so many tears came from in its tiny body. Most of its fur was wet and stuck to its body. It looked like it had just been pulled out of the water. But even though it was about to cry, its claws still held onto his clothes tightly.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp———”

Because she was crying so sadly, I couldn't understand what she said at all, it was like a string of gibberish typed out on a keyboard.

He tentatively tried to take the bird off his shoulder, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the wet bird started crying even louder. Hearing its tragic cry, someone who didn't know would have thought he was doing something as insane as abusing its young.

"Don't cry." He sighed, "Isn't it okay if I don't leave?"

"Chirp!" You promise!

He said helplessly: "I'm not the kind of person who would deceive a youngster."

After making sure that he really wasn't leaving, the little bird that had been howling so loudly just now finally stopped crying. It rubbed against his shoulders, and soon made his clothes wet, and even rubbed itself into a mess.

The sloppy dumpling glanced at the dark mark on his clothes guiltily, buried his little head under his wings, and began to play dead.

The little cub's fur was half dry, and it would easily get sick if it got wet. He reached out and pulled the cub off his shoulder. The tip of its claws had just left the clothes, and it opened its mouth to howl again - he quickly pinched its tender yellow beak.

"I won't leave." He said, "I'll dry your hair. If it gets wet, you'll get sick easily."

The dehumidification spell instantly took shape in his palm, and the sloppy ball slowly became fluffy, and the red and gold fur regained its previous soft touch. The fluffy little cub comfortably collapsed in his palm, making a happy chirping sound: "Chiu~" Thank you, Dad~

He corrected himself: "Not Dad."

“…啾?”…Thank you, mom?

He corrected himself again: "Not mother either."

Looking at the cub's confused eyes, he said helplessly: "Forget it, you will know after you accept the inheritance."

"Chirp, chirp?" I'm not allowed to call dad or mom, so what should I call?

How to call him?

He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say his own name, but he still couldn't remember his name. The more he thought about it, the blanker his mind became. His whole head ached slightly, as if a spike had pierced through his temple and was churning inside.

Because of the pain, his face turned a little pale, but looking at the expectant expression of the fluffy cub, he still forced a smile. After the pain subsided, he caught a familiar name from some fleeting memory fragments—

【gentlemen】.

"How about..." He said thoughtfully, "You can call me... Mr. Yuchuan."