As soon as he turned around, Zhang Ji's face showed suspicion. A moment ago, he looked at it. A slight sound of landing came from outside. Although the sound was small and inaudible, how could he escape him!

He was shocked at that time and was about to stand up and go out to investigate, but hesitated for a moment. He couldn't rest assured to let Ling'er go alone in the cave, so he let Mo Ling out to guard.

Although Mo Ling has not yet advanced to the third-level monster, he is only one line away from the foundation building cultivation. He is just one step away. Even if there is any accident, it will be enough to support him to come back.

As soon as his body moved, Zhang Fan suddenly disappeared into the cave. A afterimage flashed by, and he appeared again and was already outside the cave.

I looked around and found that the surrounding bushes were still there, but under the scorching sun, it seemed a little dry.

The little beast hiding around the bushes immediately turned his head and ran away when he saw his traces, without any curiosity and looking at him. It was obvious that his atrocities had spread among them.

None of these attracted Zhang Fan's attention, and it was obviously not a sound. He frowned slightly, and no longer cared about his spiritual sense, swept across the entire island and reef.

Then, Zhang Fan showed a look of surprise on his face. He looked down and saw a small figure lying quietly less than a foot in front of his toes.

The body was curled up, with two small wings veils, motionless. If it weren't for the spiritual sense of exploring everything, it would have ignored the past. At that time, it would have been a ball of meat sauce under its feet.

Zhang Fan always felt familiar when he saw this little thing, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Lightly tap the toes, flipped its small body over, revealing its appearance under the cover of its wings!

"Well!"

Seeing its true appearance, Zhang Fan was immediately stunned. The expression was similar to eating a Cang Snake. Then he reacted and looked around quickly. After confirming that no large army was following him, he took action and picked up the little guy on the ground. Then a red light flashed and disappeared to the spot.

It was not until he returned to the cover of Wuchao that Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the bird in his hand, feeling a little amused.

This inconspicuous bird was actually the bird of hatred that had caused the 800-year-old manure rain in the Binhai market. If it weren't for this, Zhang Fan's previous reaction wouldn't have been so great.

His reaction was not bad. The matter was actually very clear. It was this young hatred bird who had no idea what happened. He bumped into Wuchao's shield bag and was stunned.

Fortunately, it was unconscious, otherwise if he was angry and shouted something, Zhang Fan would be miserable. Think about it, millions of hatred birds surrounded him and drowned him.

Now that he is under the black cage, there is no need to worry. Zhang Fan looked at the little hatred bird with lingering fear, feeling the warmth in his palm, knowing that it was just a coma, and he did not kill him.

After thinking about it, there is no threat now. I don’t rush to deal with it. It’s good to bring Ling'er to play with it.

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, holding the little guy who surprised him, he returned to the hole**.

When he entered the cave, the situation in front of him made him smile at first sight.

Mo Ling's body was already quite huge. Even if he stood on Zhang Fan's shoulder, he seemed very reluctant. Ling'er was petite and delicate, so it was naturally impossible to hold it in his arms like a white move. Instead, he opened his arms and hung it on Mo Ling's neck, and from time to time he left the ground, making exclamations.

Mo Ling's performance at this time was also quite interesting. He seemed very impatient on the surface, but in fact he obeyed his plans and let him do whatever he wanted. He spread his wings from time to time and strode around the hole. Even Ling'er obediently counted the most precious golden feathers on his neck.

This look is like a father who is impatient in his face when facing his naughty daughter.

There was only one thing, Mo Ling couldn't do as Ling'er asked. She originally wanted Xiaohei and Xiaobai to live in peace, but when Mo Ling glared, Bai Zhaoer shivered all over and slipped out more than a foot away. She trembled and did not dare to approach.

The monster's natural fear and obedience to the superior is undoubtedly reflected in Bai Zhao.

This is also because it is just Ling'er's pet. It is not because of the spiritual beast that is driven by the cultivation of the Spiritual Reward. If that is the case, even if there is fear in the heart, under the command of the master, he will rush forward without hesitation and will never be so timid.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan became even hesitant. In fact, with Shi Ling'er's talent, it was great to send her to the Yuling Sect, especially to join Bai Yiyi's sect, which was a perfect match.

He is born with disabilities and is good at communicating with spiritual beasts. In addition, Bai Yiyi's status in the Yuling Sect, Shi Ling'er's cultivation will surely be a thousand miles a day and a bright future.

It was not impossible for Zhang Fan to make her a disciple named Bai Yiyi, but the problem was that she was a little reluctant.

Although he hadn't been in contact for a long time, he still loved this little girl in his heart. However, he didn't know if she could pass the Dharma image. Even if he ignored this point, he was actually not far from the time to accept disciples.

How can I teach you that I can't settle down yet

However, the eldest senior brother Zhuo Hao has already taken the time to accept disciples. In recent years, most of their senior brothers have been guided by Zhuo Hao. When Han Hao was in seclusion, he was like the master of several junior brothers.

It is precisely because of this that he delayed his own admission of disciples. If Ling'er was sent to his disciple, it would be a good choice. At least he could visit him often.

Not to mention Zhang Fan's thoughts, seeing him enter the cave, Mo Ling immediately started to scream, which also aroused Ling'er's magical power.

"Uncle, uncle, are you okay?"

Ling'er immediately jumped off Mo Ling's body and walked forward quickly, but she didn't expect to stagger and almost fell down.

Zhang Fan opened his arms, hugged her in his arms, held Qiu Bird in front of her, and said softly: "Uncle is fine, it's this little thing, Ling'er, look, what's wrong with it?"

"Oh!" Ling'er groped and took the hatred bird from his hand, holding it with her two little hands and stroked it. She said in confusion: "Uncle, what kind of bird is this?"

"This is the hatred bird!" Zhang Fan smiled slightly and told the legend of the eight hundred years of hatred bird, which led to Ling'er's surprise, and time passed silently.

"Xiao Hui, why don't you eat?"

"I'm so unbearable. Come on, sister, please feed you!"

"Ah, why don't you eat it yet? You're going to starve to death."

"Or what do you want to eat," said my sister.

In the cave, Ling'er's tender voice was full of Ling'er's tender voice. Well, Mo Ling was rubbing against the corner of Zhang Fan's clothes while whimpering.

It was wronged. Since the hatred bird woke up, Ling'er had no time to play with it. She was just trying to let the little guy eat.

After comforting Mo Ling for a moment, Zhang Fan asked, "Ling'er, what's going on with this hatred bird? What does it want to eat?"

Speaking of which, he was still very interested in this kind of bird with unknown origin and very special appearance. Unfortunately, all the means of communicating with spirit beasts came from the secret book given by Bai Yiyi back then. It would be no problem to flow with his own spirit **. Anything else can't help, and it's not as good as Ling'er's natural magical powers.

"Uncle." Ling'er said hesitantly: Xiao Hui seemed to want to drink water!"

"Water?" Zhang Fan was a little surprised. He had obviously seen Ling'er feeding many spring water from the caves, but the hatred bird couldn't even look at it.

I think the water it drinks is unusual, which is why Ling'er is worried. Even if she can communicate, she can't create what it needs!

"Is it..."

Zhang Fan's heart moved and remembered the scenes of millions of hatred birds and countless cinnabars as rain.

He explored into the curtain of Qiankun, fumbled for a while and took out a small pile of sand-shaped things the size of his thumb, handed them to Ling'er, and said, "Ling'er, feed this to it and see."

"this

Ling'er hesitated a little. Although she didn't know what these things were, she couldn't see them anyway! Out of trust in Zhang Fan, even though she was puzzled, she took them over and spread them in her palm and put them at Qiu Nuo's mouth.

When she did this action, she was fully focused and did not pay attention to her surroundings. Zhang Fan could see clearly. Just as she put the cinnabar in her palm, the white trick suddenly lit up. If Mo Ling hadn't been eyeing her, she would have rushed up long ago.

But Mo Ling just glanced at it, then turned his head disdainfully. Its food was better than this one.

It's right.

"Uncle Xiao Hui really ate it!"

Ling'er cheered and said happily: "It turns out that it likes to eat sand. How come it is water? It's so strange!"

“It doesn’t eat sand, it’s itself”

This was a bit indecent, Zhang Fan smiled slightly. He didn't say it, but he thought about it in his heart.

The special ingredients in cinnabar, the water consumed by Qiuniao, once the two are connected, it seems that there is some secret hidden in it.

Are the high-level monsters who are said to have risen to the hatred bird also related to the strange water? I vaguely feel that a picture that has been kneeling for eight hundred years has unintentionally unfolded a corner in front of him.

What a pity! Zhang Fan sighed inwardly and put away his thoughts of exploring the truth.

In the final analysis, it is still a matter of strength. No matter how you look at it, this is not something that his current strength can be imagined. He just looked at the hatred bird deeply and remembered this accident in his heart.

Let’s wait for the day to come! Day to come!

"Ling'er, let's go!"

He suddenly stood up and Zhang Fan spoke without warning.

"Ah! Where to go?"

Ling'er subconsciously said, and then, without waiting for his answer, obediently stuffed the white trick back into the spirit beast bag again and finished packing it up.

"Qinzhou!"

Zhang Fan said leisurely, in just a few days, he felt distant in the bathroom, "Uncle will find you a good master."

"Oh!" Ling'er peeked at him. Her delicate voice was a little reluctant.
Chapter completed!