My monsters are going to heaven

When Lu Yiming saw Jin Poluo staring at him, he couldn't help being shocked: Did he recognize it?

... They all look like birds, how did he recognize them?

But Jinpoluo just held him with his right hand, rubbed his fluffy belly with his thumb, and muttered to himself: "Thrush? Or a bulbul?" After a pause, he laughed, " No, it's a flycatcher, right?"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lu Yiming nodded quickly: Yes, yes, yes, I am a flycatcher, I am a flycatcher.

Then I thought about it, how did everyone know that I was a flycatcher?Is this bird common?

Kim Poro raised his right eyebrow, continued rubbing his belly, and said, "The meat is too thick."

"..." Lu Yiming realized that his situation was really dangerous, but luckily he was thin.

Unexpectedly, Kimporo slowly threw out another sentence: "It should taste good when used in soup."

! !

Lu Yiming was so angry that he rolled his eyes, and while he wasn't paying attention, he pecked fiercely on his tiger's jaw four or five times, until several red spots appeared.

"Heh." Kimporo frowned slightly, pinched his sharp red beak with his index finger and thumb, and took a herb leaf from the medicinal materials drying in the yard, and put it tightly on his beak. After going around a few times, I tied a bow for him.

The beautiful arc of the corner of the mouth slowly rose again: "Let's be honest now."

Immediately, he stuffed Lu Yiming back into the cage, turned around and entered the back room.

Lu Yiming was left sulking as a bird in the cage.

After a while, Kimporo took his things and walked out.

Before leaving, he came to the birdcage and put his index finger into the cage to poke Lu Yiming, who was lying motionless with his feet upside down: "Do you want me to take you out for a stroll?"

Lu Yiming played dead.

Kim Poro smiled at him, took the box in his hand, and left directly.

Hearing that the courtyard door was opened and closed, Lu Yiming immediately jumped up from the cage, stuck the beak in the crack of the cage and rubbed it, and it took a lot of effort to loosen the knot on it.

Just as he was about to push open the bolt on the small door of the birdcage and slip out, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a black shadow on the roof swooping towards this side, so he stopped prying the door and stood on the horizontal pole as if nothing had happened.

Piao Leng.

A crow with a thin waist and shiny black fur landed steadily on the hook beside the cage.

"Quack." It opened its long beak to Lu Yiming and called out, as if to say hello.

Lu Yiming ignored it.

The crow blinked and said, "You look so good-looking."

It looks domineering, but it speaks very kindly.

Lu Yiming almost spat out a mouthful of old blood from the bird's mouth.

He never thought that one day he would be able to understand the birdsong.

He glanced at the crow, hesitating whether to speak.

It doesn't look like a good bird after all.

The crow said again: "You really look like a friend of mine, but the color is different."

"Your friend?" Lu Yiming replied casually.

"It used to live here too. Its feathers are blue, like the color of azure after rain, so beautiful." Seeing his reply, the crow was a little happy, and began to chirp.

It seems that this crow knows quite a lot.

The "friend" it talks about must be Tianqing.

The stream of light in Lu Yiming's eyes turned slightly, and he pretended to ask casually: "Oh, I'm new here, are you familiar with this place?"

"It's ripe!" Crow straightened his chest, "I even know how many tiles are here!"

"I saw a lot of crows in this house... are they all your friends?" Lu Yiming pointed to the few crows passing by in the sky from time to time with his wings.

It's really annoying that they are making noise over their own house every day.

He wanted to know what they had come from.

"They are my subordinates." The crow said proudly.

whispering sound.

But a group of mobs, and their subordinates...

Lu Yiming suppressed his laughter and continued to ask, "Why do you come here so often? Is it because of the good Fengshui here?"

"Because of our master..." Crow blurted out a few words, then suddenly realized, coughed, and pinched the second half by himself.

"Your master? Who is it?" The more Lu Yiming listened to the bird's words, the more he found it funny. He felt that it was more interesting to have a good chat with it than to be in a daze.

Not far away, a few crows were circling, making low whistles.

The crow looked up at them, and said, "Wait a minute." As soon as the words fell, it spread its huge black wings twice as wide and thick as Lu Yiming, flew up into the air, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After a while, the crow slowly flew back from the sky.

There seems to be something in his mouth.

"Why did you go?" Lu Yiming asked casually.

The crow didn't bother to reply, and threw the contents of its mouth into the cage.

"Give it to you."

"Huh?" Lu Yiming looked down, and saw a big earthworm more than one inch long, wriggling desperately on the chassis in front of him.

For him who is now petite, this is like a giant python. He was so frightened that he hurriedly kicked it, kicking the earthworm out of the cage.

The earthworms that fell to the ground hurriedly got into the nearby dry grass and disappeared.

"Don't you like it?" The crow was a little embarrassed, "I heard that all your sparrows like this kind of thing..."

No, you don't know domestic sparrows like us.

Lu Yiming explained lightly: "We never eat that kind of thing, we like to eat big white rice."

The two birds were chatting happily, completely oblivious to the sound of dragging footsteps in the inner hall.

A person came out slowly, his voice hoarse: "It's so annoying."

During the practice period, I heard chirping and quacking birds from outside the window frequently, disturbing Hua Moyan's mind, so I simply came out to chase them away.

"I'm leaving, this man is so troublesome, if he is not happy, the master will be angry." The crow seemed to be extremely afraid of him, "My name is Cang Luo, goodbye." It swept out from under the eaves, drawing a strong arc line, piercing the sky.

Hua Moyan narrowed his stinging eyes slightly, took down the cage, and taught Lu Yiming a lesson: "Don't play with that kind of wild bird, lest you learn badly."

Lu Yiming clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes habitually.

Hua Moyan stretched out his hand and poked it: "Come on, sing a few lines for me."

"Sing to your uncle." Lu Yiming cursed casually, but he couldn't understand anyway.

Hua Moyan stared at it with a strange look on his face.

Lu Yiming broke out in a few drops of cold sweat: Why, do you understand?

I saw two lines of blood dripping from Hua Moyan's eyes, and his face twitched slightly.Immediately, his figure flickered, and he leaned on the wall and fell slowly.