Chapter 1504

Song linger simply sat directly next to song Qingshu and watched the little yellow bird swallow its own eggshell: "so this little yellow chicken is a spirit beast?"

Little yellow chicken

Song Qing Shu could not make complaints about it. Although the little yellow bird was somewhat like a chicken, it could fly at least, and it became a chicken directly in Song Ling Kou.

Song ling'er reached out and poked the little yellow bird's round body.

"Tweet --!"

The little yellow bird was stabbed by song linger, and her round body rolled out directly along song linger's action.

"Wow! How did it get away? "

Song linger was surprised. She didn't expect that such a little effort could make the little yellow bird roll out such a long distance.

She just thought it was interesting and wanted to poke the little yellow bird

However, the little yellow bird was probably not angry. After it stopped, it fluttered twice, flew back to the eggshell and continued to peck the remaining eggshell.

However, song linger did not dare to disturb it any more, but just looked at it quietly.

Song Qingshu's eyes sank. If it weren't for her illusion, the little yellow bird... Should have become a little bigger.

Although the little yellow bird has become bigger, what has become bigger is just the body shape. The round one is still round. There is no change at all on this point.

The crowd waited for the little yellow bird to finish eating the eggshell, plop and sit directly on the ground, and burp again.

Song Qingshu was silent. He didn't know if the little yellow bird would eat so much at once.

If you want another song linger second

Song Qingshu couldn't help but help his forehead. Other monks spent their money on panacea. He was the only one. He would spend more on food than mysterious things

He doesn't want to be famous for such inexplicable things, such as a friend with a good appetite.

After the little yellow bird had a rest, song linger held it in her arms and weighed it: "Dad, it has become much bigger."

Song Qingshu looked at the little yellow bird.

The little yellow bird could only be held in Song linger's hands at most, but now it can be carried in Song linger's arms.

However, song linger's holding method successfully lifted the two wings of the little yellow bird to the sky, and her face had to be squeezed and deformed, and she would be out of breath on the spot the next second.

However, song linger didn't seem to be aware of the it at all. She also carried little yellow bird with the her.

Sorry, little yellow bird.

Song Qingshu secretly apologized to little yellow bird. He planned to act as if he didn't see it.

Yan Luo looked at all this and decided not to list song Qingshu in the list for help.

Song Qingshu and others walked down the channel.

Unexpectedly, song Qingshu originally thought that there should be many organs or other arrays in places with dual protection of swamp and prohibition.

But there are not many hostile arrays here, and even several night pearls are embedded on the cave wall to illuminate the passage for them.

This is too gentle for song Qingshu and others who are invaders.

It's like a pile of treasures waving to the intruders to grab them.

However, it may also be because they are now with little yellow bird. Little yellow bird may really be the owner of this place, so the array of this place didn't attack them.

The little yellow bird is still imprisoned in Song linger's arms. He died on the spot, probably just a line away.

Had it not been for the Yellow fluff on the little yellow bird's face, song Qingshu would have seen the little yellow bird look blue.

Facts have also proved that in the eyes of song Qingshu, there is no way to describe the little yellow bird with words other than life and lovelessness.

And I don't know why, Yan Luo has been hanging far behind him. Under normal circumstances, Yan Luo usually walks beside himself.

Although song Qingshu was confused, it was not a big deal at all, so he still paid attention to him.

After walking for about an hour, song Qingshu saw a strange light in front of him, which was different from the night pearl.

He narrowed his eyes and said to song linger and Yan Luo, "there should be the next place ahead. Be careful."

Song linger's hand loosened when she heard the speech.

The little yellow bird seemed to have been pardoned, fluttered twice, tried his best to fly to song Qingshu's shoulder, and then spread out into a piece as if he had really lost his breath and hung directly on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

Fortunately, song Qingshu belongs to the kind of person with wide shoulders. Otherwise, the bird may not be able to stay on Song Qingshu's shoulders for a long time.

Song linger didn't understand what happened to the little yellow chicken, but she didn't continue to catch the little yellow chicken on Song Qingshu's shoulder. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Yan Luo behind her.

So the formation became song Qingshu and the little yellow chicken on Song Qingshu's shoulder exploring the way in front. Song linger sat on Yan Luo and hummed leisurely.

Song Qingshu and others came to the cave.

There was a crystal dozens of feet high in the middle of the hole, which was as transparent as ice.

The point is not the crystal, but the bones sealed in the crystal.

There are two wings on the skeleton, which are in the posture of soaring into the sky and in the shape of flapping their wings.

The little yellow chicken was still half dead until just now, but after seeing the bones, it seemed to be suddenly refreshed. Before flying to the crystal, it began to coo.

Song Qingshu could hear that there seemed to be a little sadness in the singing of the little yellow bird.

This skeleton may be a relative of the little yellow bird.

Song Qingshu looked at the skeleton, which was a kind of beast, and then couldn't help looking at the little yellow chicken.

... I really can't see that these two are of the same race,

The little yellow chicken seemed to mourn enough, fluttered its wings and flew deeper.

Song Qingshu hurried to keep up. Yan Luo didn't need song Qingshu's greeting. He consciously followed up.

The little yellow chicken led the crowd to a passage with seven forks.

If you count the crossing behind you, there are eight roads.

The crossing behind them closed immediately after they entered here. No one knew where the road they had just come was.

Song Qingshu frowned. This is obviously an array to find students.

Just as song Qingshu was preparing to break through the array, the little yellow bird directly hit the door in front of him.

There is wind in the door, and strong Avenue rules are interspersed in it.

No sense of crisis.

Song Qingshu almost forgot that the little yellow bird is the master here. No matter what, he won't be trapped by his own array.

Although song Qingshu was a little interested in the dangers behind the other doors, he knew that curiosity killed the cat, so he gave up the idea for the time being.

Now I'd better hurry to explore here as the little yellow bird continues to go deep.