No matter where you are, the light of the Holy Flame Sun can always warm your body and mind as always.;

The energy of light-based elements in the surrounding environment gradually became denser. Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes amid the crisp sound of birds singing. There seemed to be a sound of people outside the tent, and the sound of wings pounced on the fan. Then he suddenly remembered that he was not in the Morningstar Continent where the Slan Empire was located, but in the hinterland of another strange continent.

When I lifted the blanket and pushed open the curtain of the tent, I heard a scream around me, and the sound of flapping my wings made a loud noise. In the sunlight projecting from the tree canopy, a figure soared into the sky.

This is the habitat of the Qiongxian tribe of the Feather Tribe, and Lin Mo looked around curiously.

Under the night with the stars, this super giant tree presents another thrilling and spectacular scenery during the day.

In addition to the extremely thick main trunk, there are more than ten branches that are not inferior to ordinary giant trees. The air roots hanging from the canopy are deeply rooted into the land and extend their knotted root veins, while supporting the branches and stems separated from the main trunk.

The nearby branches were filled with feathers, big and small, men and women. After a minute, there were more than 500 people, who were curiously looking at Lin Mo and the camping tent beside him.

Perhaps as the leader of the Baylor said, there are very few guests here to visit, so these feather tribes would watch him like a Western view.

"Hey, are you a weak human race?"

Suddenly a tender voice came from above the nearby branches.

Lin Mo turned around and found the location where the sound came. On the branch more than 60 meters above the ground, a little boy was gnawing an unknown fruit and looking at him.

He smiled, stretched out a finger, and replied loudly, "First of all, I don't call him Hey, you can call me Molin, I am a human race. But I'm not weak!"

"Ah! It's really a human race! It looks very similar to us, but it doesn't have wings!"

"It was originally a feather tribe. Maybe because I don't have wings, I feel embarrassed to call myself a feather tribe, so I changed it to a human tribe."

"It's a deformity, so pitiful!"

"It's actually the abandoned feather tribe. No wonder the leader of the Baylor tribe took him in. Everyone should not discriminate against him."

The increasingly outrageous mental evaluations of these feathers made Lin Mo sweat more and more. How was this crooked building crooked? The human race and the feathers are not the same species at all. The racial genes are even greater than those of Homo sapiens and Neanderthals.

"Open it. The human race and the feather race are completely different. The number of tribes I am in is not smaller than that of the feather race at all."

Lin Mo shook his head and immediately denied this statement.

"Hey, how can there be more human race than our feather race? I heard from my brothers and sisters that the number of human races is very rare, and you are usually slaves of demons and beast races. It is not good to lie."

The little boy from the feather tribe was gnawing on the branch. He had a smug smile on his face, as if he had just exposed a fool's lie.

Uh! ~

Lin Mo was about to refute, but hesitated for a moment. The other party's words might be true.

Chongyang Continent is the world of demons and beasts. It is possible that the human race will decline, and I am afraid that the feather race is most likely to be a weak race here.

However, he really didn't want to be regarded as a wingless tribe by these feathers who were watching the sky. He continued: "You are talking about the continent where you live, but I came from another continent. It's very far away from here, and it's normal for you to not know."

"What is the mainland? Since it is very far away, you can't fly. How did you come here?"

Like most naughty kids, this feather boy also likes to break the casserole and ask the final answer.

"The continent is a huge land in the middle of the ocean, with soil, trees and rocks. It was just an accident that I came here. Maybe it was a space-based spell, but I just came here like that."

Lin Mo only knew that he and Vibrun were teleported to the distant Chongyangzhou together, perhaps related to the strange ball and silver light shield, but the others were ignorant.

"So what is the sea?"

The naughty child's question almost made Lord Dragon Knight kneel down.

No way? Even the sea doesn’t know, are you really the feather tribe who can fly? Or just the inland feather tribe, and you have never flew to the edge of the continent at all.

Lin Mo could only explain it to the other party with all his saliva, but after he finished speaking, he found that the other feathers were also very fascinated by listening with relish.

Is this listening to a morning story?

"Hey! I believe you are a human race for the time being, well, a weak human race! What you said is really interesting, I'll treat you to Zisha Fruit!"

The little boy from the feather tribe took out a purple-red fruit from his pocket and threw it at Lin Mo.

"I don't call him Hey, my name is Morin, and I'm not weak at all!"

It’s really a scholar who meets a soldier. No, it should be that the Dragon Knight meets a naughty child. Lord Molin can only cry.

If the foodie in Jincoin saw this scene, she would have to gloat about rolling around 360 degrees all over the ground and laughed wildly.

Damn Dragon Knight, you have this day too!

Mr. Long can finally collect some interest.

Lin Mo did not refuse the kindness of the party when he caught the purple-red fruit flying over. He sniffed it gently and the sweet breath filled his nose, but he did not speak rashly. Due to racial differences, there was a possibility of "the sweet fruit, my poison" that might appear.

It can be directly made into a weapon of mass destruction, and the scorpion pepper that can make people live to the point of being so spicy that it is exhausted. If it is used to feed chickens, it will be fine if it pecks until it is held.

Whether it is the Dragon Knight Training Camp or the pilot teaching subject, there are special tips for training on survival in the wild: Don’t eat anything you don’t know, otherwise even if you eat whatever you like, Bear, who will have a strong appetite, will capsize in the gutter.

After releasing pots, pans and charcoal stoves, Lin Mo began to prepare his own breakfast. The people of the feather tribe of Qiongxian tribe continued to look at his movements curiously.

Seeing the things appearing in vain, they soon realized that this human race seemed to have a space-based alchemy memory. This rare and precious thing also exists in the Qiongxian Tribe. It is kept by the Beile clan leader and is also a token of inheritance of the clan leader, which stores the most precious items in the tribe.

However, it was too wasteful for this human race to use alchemy storage to store these things. Lin Mo became more and more mysterious in the minds of these feathers.

The plan for the day is in the morning. If you don’t be busy killing people and setting fires, you can’t treat your stomach and intestines badly and start a small charcoal stove. Cook a pot of steaming cereal porridge, press two steamers, and put them in bacon sausages or something. After a while, the aroma of porridge and meat quickly spread. By the way, I fry a few poached eggs for myself and ordered a few drops of soy sauce. The taste was so tempting.

After releasing the table and chairs, Lin Mo was preparing to enjoy his breakfast under this giant tree. He saw the little boy from the feather tribe who had just asked a series of questions like a machine gun on the tree flapping his wings behind him and falling down.

Maybe it was not used to being down-to-earth, or maybe it was only a dozen steps away from the Dragon Knight, but his courage just now turned into fear of being angry and jealous. The little boy of the Feather tribe was hesitant to continue to approach, stand in place, or simply turn around and fly back to the tree.

"Tell me, your name, boy!"

Lin Mo served himself a plate of hot porridge, sprinkled some pickles, and then cut the bread cubes with a dining knife.

"My name is Betsick, what are you cooking? It smells so good!"

The little boy of the feather tribe lit up his eyes and kept looking at the food on the rectangular wooden table. It smelled delicious.

"Hot porridge, bread, and bacon sausage, do you want to try it?"

Lin Mo released a chair from the alchemy memory. He placed it opposite the dining table and made an invitation gesture to the little boy Betsick, a feather tribe.

The foodie empire's main means to conquer the world, conquering cities and plundering land. It is always invincible, and the restaurants all over the world have completely exploded with 800 streets of the US military's overseas bases.

Cereals rich in starch are of no species and meat, so there is no need to worry about the possibility of poisoning like fresh fruits.

"Is it really OK?"

Betsick couldn't help but move his steps.

"certainly!"

Lin Mo generously gave affirmation again.

He would not think about pulling out the other party's feathers like he did when he was Hua Ri Tianluan. Once he did that, he would probably be chased by the feather tribe who shared the same hatred of the enemy.

"Thank you, human race!"

The little boy from the feather tribe was overjoyed and seemed to have forgotten to be afraid of life. He walked over two or three steps and sat on the chair in a very novel way. He thought about it, touched it from his other pocket, took out a piece of folded animal skin, placed it on the dining table, and opened it carefully.

Two flat barks were fixed in the animal skin, and five golden feathers were wrapped inside.

He took out one, thought for a while, took out the second one, pushed it in front of Lin Mo, and said, "You treat me to eat, and I will give these two Mingque Feathers to you as gifts."

"Yeah! OK, I'll accept it!"

Lin Mo pushed a plate of steaming porridge in front of the little boy of the feather tribe, picked up a feather and looked at it for a few seconds, and then put it into his alchemy storage.

He didn't know what these feathers mean to this underage feather boy, but he just accepted them as a sincere gift. The other party was straightforward and also won the favor of the Dragon Knight.

Every minor feather tribe must use the bows and arrows he made himself to shoot wild animals and even monsters in the forest on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony. Only a few feather tribes with the largest number of prey and the highest level can be directly awarded as guardian warriors.

As a flying wisdom race known for its shooting skills and flying abilities, the feather race has almost reached the point of making bows and arrows. It is believed that only by using the best materials to cure bows and arrows, can we maximize our shooting skills.

Therefore, in most cases, the arrows made by the feather tribe people who have worked hard to make for the coming-of-age ceremony often accompany them throughout their lives and become the most familiar, with the highest accuracy and the greatest lethality of natal arrows.

The two inscription feathers given to Lin Mo by the little boy Betsick of the feather tribe are also one of the best feathers that are most suitable for making arrows. Their preciousness can be imagined.

"Yeah! It smells so good! It tastes so good!"

Seeing Lin Mo accepting two inscription feathers, Betsick seemed extremely happy. He slowly took a sip of hot porridge and immediately made a satisfied sound.

This unprecedented taste immediately conquered the stomach of the little boy of the feather tribe.

"Huh? The taste of this meat is so strange, it doesn't smell fishy at all, and it's salty!"

Following Lin Mo's actions, he clumsily scooped up a piece of bacon sausage with a spoon. The boy suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening.

He seemed to be incredibly looking at the hot porridge in front of him and the bacon sausage cut into small pieces. No matter which food, their taste could make his stomach feel pleasantly hymn.

The next second, Betsick did not hesitate, buried his head and swallowed it, sweeping all the hot porridge, bacon sausage and bread cubes in front of him.

"Molin, let's have another one!"

Betsick planned to take out Mingqueyu again in exchange, but was stopped by Lin Mo.

"Let your stomach eat whatever you want, enough to make sure you fill your body!"

Lin Mo could see that this little boy from the feather tribe has a clear personality of grudges and would never take advantage of others casually.

Such people are actually not stupid, and they will be difficult to suffer a big loss in the future.

"Uh-huh!"

Betsick took the plate that was filled again, buried his head and sucked and chewed again, and he enjoyed his appetite. His appetite far exceeded that of the human adults.
To be continued...