Ghost Cry looked at the woman (mother bird) in front of him, and felt a little guilty in his heart, but he didn't regret the choice at that time.

At that time, in that case, either you died or I died, and if you didn't kill all the birds, they would have to die, and since one side always had to die, why not the other party.

"What about Nangong and them?" Ghost Cry asked, putting away the knife.

"Come with me. Hahime sighed, turned into a black bird and flew into the sky.

Devil Cry followed, walking briskly.

They went around in a big circle, bypassed Lanruo Temple, and arrived at the cave to the north of Lao Lin, and then, Ghost Cry saw Nangong Big Black Horse and them.

"Ghost cry!" Nangong's voice sounded, and the first to run was the big dark horse.

He cried and licked and arched at the ghost, whining and screaming, accusing Hahime, a seemingly gentle tyrant. It's too brutal to make his legs cramp at every turn.

Ghost Cry Hao pushed it away mercilessly, the big black horse was still wearing armor, and there were steel thorns on his head, and he was really arched, and he could go back to his hometown.

Then, it was Nangong who pounced. Her two hands gently caressed the face of the ghost crying, and then her lips trembled, tears came out of her eyes, and her voice trembled and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ghost Cry replied honestly, "It doesn't hurt now!"

"You bastard. Nangong wrapped his arms around Ghost Cry's waist, buried his face in Ghost Cry's chest, and a muffled voice came out: "Don't have a next time!"

Devil Cry made a promise: "There will be no next time." ”

Hahime leaned against the trunk of the tree, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and couldn't help but smile on her face as she watched this scene.

"Damn, no, they have a vendetta against themselves!" Hahime straightened her face again, and there was a noise in the woods, and she turned her head, dragging the wood with her big mouth.

Dazui was stunned for a moment, and then swooped out, circling around Ghost Cry and Nangong, turning quickly round and round.

......

"Thank you, and sorry. Around the roasted fragrant rabbit meat, the three of them sat on the ground, and Ghost Cry first expressed their gratitude.

"It doesn't matter. Looking at the happy appearance of the ghost crying Nangong Dahei, Yu Ji's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, and there seemed to be tears rolling, and finally endured it, lowered his head, and pretended to be firewood: "When you are full, you can leave quickly." She thinks you're dead, so get out of here before she even notices. ”

"What's the matter with your injuries?" asked Ghost Cry.

"There's nothing wounded on me. Hahime smiled reluctantly.

Ghost Cry shook his head and pointed to his eyes: "Your wounds are well covered by feathers, but they can't hide from my eyes." What's more, Nangong has seen your injuries, so it's hard for her to hallucinate. ”

"It's common to become a youkai and get injured in a fight for territory!" said Hahime's eyes.

"You are the former owner of this forest, after being robbed of the territory, you were not killed, and you did not leave the country, you should be controlled by the current owner of this forest, right?"

Hahime trembled slightly, lowered her head, and did not speak again.

Ghost Cry secretly said in his heart that this was indeed the case, and he was silent for a moment, and then said, "Can you tell us about him?"

Yu Ji shook her head: "Since you already know that I am under control, then you should know that there are some things that I can't say. ”

"Can't speak?" Ghost Cry laughed, "Only this limit?"

"And a few more. Yu Ji said vaguely: "I can't say too much, otherwise she will sense it." ”

"Not true. Nangong said: "That day, you said a lot to me. ”

"She was busy that day, and because of my injury, she let her guard down on me. Speaking of which, Yu Ji watched the ghost cry all night with deep meaning. It was he who made Grandma so busy.

"I see. Ghost Cry nodded: "Xiaoqian, tell me about it!"

"Xiaoqian?" Yu Ji suddenly looked at Nangong: "Aren't you called Nangong?"

"Xiaoqian is my real name, but later everyone called me Nangong, and I became familiar with it. What's the matter, does Sister Yuhime think there's a problem?" Nangong said.

"No problem. Yu Ji had a strange face: "It's just that I know someone who happens to be called Xiaoqian." ”

The ghost cried and said: Xiaoqian, grandma, sure enough, they are very similar!

"When you are talking, it's best not to call her directly, this is her territory, and calling her directly is easy to attract her attention. Hahime reminded.

"Understood. Ghost Cry nodded and asked, "What about writing, what if you write it down?"

"That's a good idea, whatever you want to write. Speaking of this, Hahime laughed, "I doubt she can recognize 10 words." ”

Grandma was actually illiterate? Ghost Cry felt a little surprised and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Hahime said vaguely, "I've observed it over the years." ”

In fact, it's not unusual for many yokai to be illiterate. After all, many people are illiterate themselves.

However, a thousand-year-old demon like Grandma is still illiterate, which is a bit unusual. After all, having lived for thousands of years and often coming into contact with people, how should I also realize the importance of literacy, after all, many spells are recorded in writing.

Smart monsters have long learned to read and hyphenation.,Even if it's stupid, it's more or less recognized.,Unless it's particularly stupid.,Or very lazy.,Or don't often contact people.,It's possible to be illiterate.,I just don't know which kind of grandma this is.。

A few people were chatting while eating, and on the other side, Yan Chixia and Bai Yiyi hurried to the edge of the old forest in a carriage.

After sending the coachman and the carriage left, the two stood outside the wooden house, blowing the wind, looking at the path that led to the deep place, and the white-clothed body trembled a little: "Next... We... What are we going to do, you don't really want to go straight to that cave, do you? ”

"Do you think I'm that stupid?" Yan Chixia asked rhetorically.

Bai Yiyi nodded, and he felt that the person in front of him was a reckless man.

"What fame have you obtained?" Yan Chixia suddenly asked.

Bai Yiyi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yan Chixia to ask this question, he almost didn't react, and hurriedly replied: "Xiucai." ”

Saying these two words, he showed a rare smug smile. At his age, he got the fame of showing talent, although he is not a prodigy, but he is not ordinary. After all, he had spent a lot of energy on cultivating, and although he was not cultivating a serious path, but a lewd path in the left and right paths, could he be blamed for this? Who told him to meet a thief who had been beaten to death when he was in adolescence, and that thief happened to have a book on him, and he read it with curiosity, and then he experimented with it with more curiosity, and then he became addicted......

Looking at the smug smile in white clothes, Yan Chixia showed a disdainful smile: "A certain talent, 15-year-old Confucian, 18-year-old Nanzhan Buzhou Central Plains Great Song Dynasty Erjia Cijinshi was born, wrote some articles, made some poems, not very good, was rated as a lot of craftsmanship, but fortunately, the writing is quite good, a word is worth five taels." ”

Yan Chixia spoke, his white clothes turned pale, he was not an ignorant farmer and fisherman, although he had never been to Nanzhan Buzhou, but he also knew that the Great Song Kingdom there was the most prosperous country of Chinese among all the countries of the human race, and it was several times more difficult to achieve fame there than in Xiao'an Country.

What's more, Bai Yishan's own intuition told him that what the other party said was likely to be true!

In terms of fame, he is a second-class jinshi of the Great Song Dynasty, and because he is obsessed with cultivation, he has taken the exam twice in a row, and he has not even been admitted to Xiao'anguo's juren. Yan Chixia has five taels per word, if he writes the words and sells them, let alone five taels per word, no one will ask for even a penny!

In fact, Yan Chixia hadn't told him that since he was praised by the emperor, his market had risen......

Looking at Yan Chixia, who had a beard and a tall and strong physique, like a fierce general in the army, Bai Yiyi felt that his IQ was insulted by this high-spirited man, and under the deep blow, for no reason, he began to feel a little inferior.