Although Jiang Zhuoxue's spiritual consciousness is also powerful, he is now injured and the physical damage has not been completely replenished. The more frequently he uses his spiritual consciousness, it will be detrimental to his recovery.

Secondly, after all, he had never lived in this little secret realm, and was not very familiar with the environment here, so it was not that easy to find something.

Fortunately, with this spring bird, it was much more convenient for the two of them to come.

It is natural for the prickly bird to attack people, and it is also natural for the treasure hunt.

And it is obviously more suitable for treasure hunting than attacking other living creatures.

Red Blood Grass is a rare good thing, so even the very powerful prickly bird in treasure hunting will not be found for a while.

The two of them had to search for the secret realm while searching for traces of the Red Blood Grass.

And on the way, they also found a lot of good things with the ability of the Spring Bird.

Although it was not the red blood grass that Sang Ying needed, it could be exchanged for a lot of points, so both of them accepted it happily.

The night soon descended into the secret realm. In this world where stars and moons cannot be seen, monks could only rely on the sudden change of day and night to judge time.

And this was the twelfth night that Sang Ying and the others met.

A crackling sound came from the fire, and the barbecue on the fire also made a sizzling sound. The bright oil kept dripping from the barbecue into the fire, and a wonderful fragrance also penetrated.

A person and a monster nearby are in the nose.

The first time the Spring Bird was not so afraid of the flames, and even took the initiative to get close to the fire. It was huge in size, and with such a slight movement, it almost squeezed Jiang Zhuxue out of the stone bench.

Jiang Zhuoxue pushed it in anger and said, "Be careful, you are not afraid that Mars will burn your feathers when you get so close?"

However, the prickly bird attracted by the aroma of barbecue no longer cared about these things, so it didn't bother to pay attention to Jiang Zhuoxue's deliberate little thoughts. While squeezed closer, it secretly quarreled Jiang Zhuoxue out.

To be honest, if Sang Ying hadn't been staring at him, Jiang Zhuoxue would probably have fought with the prickly bird on the spot.

"The meat is roasted, I'll give you some."

Just this sentence directly resolved the tense atmosphere between a man and a bird. The two of them came up actively and waited for Sang Ying to take action to share the meat for them.

After all, the prickly bird is big and has a big appetite. So it was divided into a large piece of barbecue. As for Jiang Zhuoxue, who had not yet recovered, he was only allowed to taste a small piece.

However, this small piece as big as a palm is enough to make Jiang Zhuoxue savor for a long time.

Jiang Zhuoxue bit it down with one bite, and the juice of the barbecue exploded completely in his mouth, and the strange fragrance instantly filled his nose.

"I have grown up to this day, and no one has made food for me." He was born as a dragon clan and could grow quickly without eating.

When they fell to the lower realm, in order not to let him have the strength to resist, those people naturally would not feed him.

It seems that after living for hundreds of years, no one has ever cooked him for food except Sang Ying.

Sang Ying always feels that he should make up for it if he is injured. She always likes to make food with spiritual energy so that he can restore some strength.

But these actually didn't have much effect on Jiang Zhuoxue, they just made him feel comfortable for a while and didn't hurt that much.

But every time I ate the meal she cooked, the short-term happiness I got was like a habit formed in Jiang Zhuoxue's heart, making him feel that as long as Sang Ying is there, he can feel happy.

This is probably why he obviously hates human cultivation so much and human race so much. But he can put aside his guard against Sang Ying so quickly.

After swallowing the last bite of barbecue, Jiang Zhuoxue felt the pain that slowly recovered from his whole body, and his nostalgia in his heart became deeper.

So, should I think of a way to keep Sang Ying?

He bit his lower lip, feeling a little panicked.

Sang Ying didn't realize that her little move would leave such a deep impact on Jiang Zhuoxue's heart, and even made this ever-rebellious black dragon constantly search for the smell of old people everywhere in the future, hoping to

Can reunite with the person in my memory.

It’s a pity that he even forgot such an important thing as revenge, but he couldn’t find that person. He completely wiped out the memory of this person during those long years.

But these are all later stories.

At this moment, neither of them realized what was going to happen in the future. They just quickly picked up the good things around them and put them in their pockets with the help of the prickly bird.

"Don't you like babies? Why didn't you poach all the spiritual herbs?" Jiang Zhuoxue swept over the rare spiritual herbs at his feet. When he saw that Sang Ying had only dug up a few of them, he couldn't help but speak.

Asked.

Sang Ying followed his gaze and looked at the spiritual herbs at hand, and pulled them a few times: "It's not easy for these spiritual herbs to grow. I didn't use much, so it would take up space if I poached too much.

Maybe more spiritual herbs can grow in the future, and maybe it can help those who really need it."

"You are too 'compassionate'. Isn't the rules of the lower realm the prey of the weak?" Jiang Zhuoxue's tone was quite sarcastic, probably thinking of those who trapped him and did evil.

Sang Ying knew that the hostility in his heart had not been purified and had no intention of preaching to him. She just said, "I am not merciful. Didn't I want to kill the Prosperous Bird before?"

The blue bird, who was originally happily pecking at the side, was stunned and then carefully distanced himself from Sang Ying.

"I just think that this world is not all evil people. You don't have to help those poor people, but try not to be the evil people you hate. This is my expectation of you." Sang Ying never forgot his "blood-clothed demon".

The infamous name of dragon.

Although I don’t know what the truth is, Sang Ying still hopes that he is not the “evil dragon” mentioned by everyone.

He can seek justice for himself, and he can attack those who are malicious, but don't hurt the innocent for this.

This was her only wish.

Listening to her words, Jiang Zhuoxue's heart tightened. He didn't know how to answer Sang Ying, and he just responded in a low voice until the end: "Yes."

If that's what she hopes, he will do his best.

Even if he doesn't lend a helping hand, he won't become such an evil person.

After a simple rest, the primordial bird flew into the air again to complete its mission. The primordial bird is now very active when it goes out to explore the treasures, because Sang Ying has promised her that as long as it finds a good thing

, I will make it delicious!

The prickly bird lacks nothing, but this stutter is missing.

It was flying happily in the sky, and the bird of spring suddenly paused. It seemed to smell some familiar breath and suddenly ran in one direction.

Sang Ying, who had been paying attention to it, quickly realized something was wrong. After the prickly bird had abnormal movement, she followed Jiang Zhuoxue as soon as possible.

But not long after they left, two familiar figures appeared here.

Wu Yueqing, who had made some disguise, looked at Sang Ying and the others' figures away, and chuckled indescribable.

This time, it's her turn to be the oriole!

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