Feather blades flying together

Arthur made the quilt for him first, then jumped up and flew back and forth in the room, even using Shadow Feather, went downstairs to find the list pinned to the wall with a magnet, according to the list one by one, Chris was bored these days At that time, the things prepared according to Bazel's instructions were received in a big bag.

After kicking off the quilt, Chris was wrapped up again, feeling as uncomfortable as being trapped in a quagmire covered with grass stalks and fine sand. He realized that no one was holding him down, kicked him off again, and then felt the wind blowing into his pores The fiber inside the bed sheet is too thick, and the skin itches and hurts. In short, I just feel weak.

Probably because he was used to being taken care of, he closed his eyes and writhed a few times indiscriminately, without being comforted, he frowned and moaned in his sleep, with a very aggrieved tone.

Arthur heard his voice downstairs, and he didn't know whether it was the strange rhythm or the breath from the moment he put the quilt close to Chris just now. He also felt that the hairs on his back were about to stand up. His head hit the door frame.

Chris was half asleep and half awake, he half opened his eyes when he heard the thud, and complained in a drawn out voice, "...uncomfortable~"

Arthur threw a package of things on the ground, and rushed over to embrace him, "What's the pain?"

Chris smelled his breath and was satisfied, hugging his neck tightly and sticking to him, "This is fine." Of course the skin is more comfortable than the bedding, and the muscles on Arthur's body are just right.

Arthur sighed, picked up his buttocks and walked around the room, found out a loose gown made by Bazel and put it on him, "Let's go to the mother tree."

Chris woke up suddenly, "Huh? Why did you go to the mother tree?"

Arthur couldn't say why, but he was sure, "You can go to the mother tree in this way."

Chris forced his mind to wake up, hung on Arthur and demanded, "Bring the spar."

Arthur asked him to stand on the bed, and flew to the ground more than half a foot high to put his clothes on, "It's too dark, what should I do if I lose my belt?"

That won't work, should I go to collect data when others are making sauces under the mother tree?

Sauce sauce and stuffing... Chris covered his face, feeling that he had dedicated himself to science, too hard.

However, what is mentioned in the course is all vague descriptions. There are no details at all about what to do under the mother tree. It is said that it is the most innate ability of every male.

Females don't need to learn, because you don't know what tribe you will be taken away by.

Arthur helped Chris get dressed, and then wrapped him tightly with a thin quilt, then looked at the cylindrical Chris and the big bag next to him, opened the curtains and looked at the sparse snowflakes outside, helpless up.

"Wait a minute." Arthur picked up the package first, then pulled out two of the thickest quilts, and quickly walked towards the mother tree.

Chris couldn't even bend his bound legs. He stood on the bed depressed and struggled to get a hand out of the gap in front of his neck. He turned on the optical computer, "recording various data of the body and monitoring in real time."

The optical brain crackled and jumped, and made a tracking map.

Arthur came back quickly, helped Chris find a hat, and went out with him in his arms.

As soon as he went out, a lot of cool wind leaked in through the gaps in his coat and hat, which relieved the heat on Chris's body, and it took a blink of an eye to go from the residence to the manor.

Through the dim light, Chris saw a small door opened under the house in the center of the square. Chris carried him in and greeted the gatekeeper.

The elder who didn't know which family it was from happily put his hands together like a trumpet and shouted, "Good luck~"

Arthur lowered slowly while hugging the man, while responding loudly, "Yes, thank you."

With his feet on the ground, the air he breathed was warm and smelled sweet. Chris pulled his face out of the thick warm clothes and couldn't help but marvel, "Wow~"

In the huge karst cave in the belly of the mountain, there are dots of blue light on the four walls, some stalactites hang upside down on the roof, and there are soft straw blankets under the feet, and the occasional sound of water drops is heard from afar.

In front of me is an old tree with a strong trunk and many branches. Many aerial roots hang down from the huge canopy, and round fruits grow on each aerial root.

This living tree, if not for those aerial roots with round fruits hanging from it, would at first glance be no different from any ordinary tree on this continent.

Arthur dragged him two steps, let him stand on the laid quilt, "Is it cold?"

Chris struggled out of the thin blanket and felt the air outside, "Is there anything burned here to keep you warm?"

"No, the temperature in the mountainside is warm in winter and cool in summer, and it has always been this temperature." Arthur helped him completely tear off the thin quilt, folded it and put it aside, "Do you feel better now?"

Chris touched his skin, "The air here seems to be so irritable every time, just, hungry again."

"It's ready for you," Arthur took out several honey snacks from the package and arranged them, then sat cross-legged and patted his side, "Come here."

Chris sat down as he said, and felt the cool and moist air penetrate into the pores when he was next to Arthur, and couldn't help shivering, "You covered me in the shadow feather?"

"Now there is only half of it, let you feel it." Arthur moved, and a faint outline of the feathers flickered, "here, here is the edge, try to spread your shadow feathers."

In fact, Chris didn’t use Shadow Feather very much since his transformation. One is the objective environment. It’s not safe outside during the dry season, and he can’t go out to play; the other is that there are really no opportunities. All places in the manor are very fast, and he can’t fly. A few breaths, if you go far away, the flying ability of the slag is completely useless.

At this moment, Arthur's shadow feathers teased him, and he couldn't help but slapped his hair. He just shook his spine, and Arthur felt that the gap between his shadow feathers was scraped like a comb, and his hair stood up again. up.

Chris picked a piece of sweet cake and threw it into his mouth and bit it slowly, feeling suspiciously, "I don't seem to be particularly hungry, not hungry, but mentally feeling very hungry."

"Eat less if you're not too hungry, and add more if you don't have enough." Arthur suddenly picked up his whole body and put him between his legs to hug him, "This way, I spread the shadow feathers along with my strength."

Chris opened the Shadow Feather slowly according to his request in doubt, and felt that the airflow connected with his pores and blood was slowly winding into a strange cyclone.

These cyclones affected Shadow Feather, and the tremors were transmitted back to the body through Shadow Feather, and soon the breathing became quicker, as if the blood flow speed was also accelerated.

Arthur wanted to hold Chris's hand, and the moment his fingertips touched the back of his hand, Chris suddenly stood up halfway.

Arthur leaned back nimbly, or he would have elbowed him in the face.

"Ah, are you okay? I don't know what's going on, I can't seem to control myself." Chris panted and turned to look at Arthur.

"No, it's because your skin sensitivity has increased. Look at it," Arthur put his fingers on the back of his hand very slowly. After all five fingers touched the skin, his palm followed suit.

Chris felt that the hot palms squeezed away the jumping cyclones, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands seemed to bulge even more, and his body softened, and he fell back.

Arthur was very patient, inch by inch.

Chris gradually felt dazzled, and his pupils were full of beautiful fluorescent lights in the cave, as well as the full fruits on the old trees in the dim light.

(づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Chris felt that his veins were burning for a moment, and his whole body wanted to pass out. Arthur gasped and asked, "Which one do you like?"

Chris looked at those round fruits dimly, there was no difference, which one? "Can I choose?"

"Okay," Arthur put his palm against the back of his hand and interlocked his five fingers. The blood, body and skin of both of them hadn't calmed down from the shock, and the interlocking fingertips followed Arthur to fly around the mother tree. Pass some fruit.

Suddenly, it seemed that for a moment, there was a corresponding tremor gushing out from a certain fruit, hitting the atrium directly along the fingertips.

"That's it!" Chris blurted out, and then looked sideways at Arthur's expression.

Arthur stopped seriously, "Are you sure?"

Chris reached forward with his fingertips and slowly drew a line across the waist of the fruit, his fingertips vibrated twice warmly, "Mmm!"

"Okay!" Arthur lowered his waist and stretched his hand backwards, pulled out a thin blade from the package, flipped his hand and quickly cut a certain blood vessel and thin peel on the back of their hands.

The blood dripped into the open peel along the fingertips of the two people's interlocking hands. A single drop did not fall on the ground and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Patterns gradually bulged on the dull peel, which seemed to be the path of blood flowing under the peel.

Until those patterns cover the whole fruit, the aerial roots hanging it seem to be overwhelmed, and the bark peels off and is about to break.

"Baby, we are going to successfully get the fruit of the mother tree!" Arthur pressed the wound on the back of Chris's hand, and was very pleasantly surprised.

"Is this the end?" Chris held his forehead with his uninjured hand, and was still thinking about whether to get some blood samples at this time for the optical brain to analyze.

"Well, I can get the egg for the first time. The Golden Eagle has not done it for nearly a thousand years." Arthur suppressed his excited shouting, put one hand under the fruit, and received it smoothly in his hand the moment it fell .

Chris didn't know if he had lost too much blood. Small light spots buzzing in front of his eyes flew back and forth, and he fell back uncontrollably.

Arthur held him and the fruit and flew back to the somewhat messy bedding, bandaged his wound first, put the fruit in his arms, wrapped them in a thin quilt, and flew out of the mountainside.

When they got out of the cave, they didn't expect Bazel, Charlie and several elders to sit around a charcoal stove and chat in the big empty house.

Arthur straightened his expression immediately, "Father, Dad, all uncles."

Chris still blushed unconsciously in a daze. The cave that was noisy in the mountain belly just now echoed from all sides. He didn't know if he heard it from above, so he could only hide under the brim of his hat.

Bazel first leaned over to try to see his expression clearly, "Go back and take care of him," looked at Charlie and the others' expectant expressions with some hesitation, then looked at Arthur's calm look, and asked cautiously: "How is it? "

Arthur forced a big smile on his tense face, "Dad, we succeeded."

Charlie and all the elders who were waiting nervously breathed a sigh of relief.

Bazel slapped him on the shoulder, "What a brat, you scared me..."

Charlie rubbed his hands and wanted to give him a kick, but when he saw Chris in his arms, he stopped abruptly, "What are you doing here, go home and lie down and hug your eggs."

"Yeah!" Arthur nodded heavily, "Dad, I, uh..." was pinched by Chris.

"Who should clean up the dirty ones?" Chris wanted to bite him, but who would clean up those kind of quilts?

Arthur quickly changed his words, "I'll be back to clean up soon, everyone go back to rest, the winter night is cold, be careful on the road."

Charlie waved his hand, "I know, I know, I'll take your dad home and have a drink or two. I'm happy today!"

Several elders also echoed, "Wake up my grandson and get some food and drink."

Bazel was in good spirits, "Don't bother, Charlie just brought me home to pick up some."

The elders were so happy that Duan Tianya’s successors didn’t say anything, Arthur carried Chris home, walked in the door and carried him to the bedroom, added two layers of quilts on the bed and stuffed him into the thick and soft quilt.

Chris felt that he might have lost too much blood, but the most important thing right now is, "Go and pack up the things in the cave and bring them back."

Arthur was helpless, "Aren't you hungry? Cold?"

It's cold, it's really bleeding too much, right?Dizziness and hunger, the symptoms of itchy blood vessels that were hot and dry before are completely gone, this person is exhausted, feels capable of eating honey candies, and drools at the thought of the smell of meat...

But, Chris patted the bed, "Bring it back!"

"Okay, okay," Arthur hopped downstairs quickly to fetch the duo's messy futon.

Chris wanted to take out the egg and let the light brain scan it, but there was still a layer of peel on the surface of the egg in his arms, which was slightly soft and warm. At this moment, he felt that he was not even warm under the bed. , Will you catch a cold when you take it out?

There was no way, Chris huddled around in the bed, retracted the whole person, then turned on the light brain in the dark space and observed it carefully with its light.

The peel is light golden brown, er, it was still dark green when it was clearly hung on the tree, and it changed after a while after being carried back?

Chris touched it with one hand and supported the optical brain with the other. Before scanning, he suddenly thought, "Will the radiation you inspected harm the egg?"

The optical brain was silent, and after some derivation, he told the truth, "Insufficient data, it cannot be determined that it will not be possible in this world." It is not possible for the former human embryos.

Chris hesitated, Arthur's first child still had his own blood in it, if it was really mutated by the light brain, it would be too...

He was quiet for too long, and the optical brain was turned into a standby state to save energy, and he didn't get the command.

Until Arthur came up with a large tray, as soon as he entered the room, he saw a big bag on the bed, which looked like Chris was hunched over inside.

Arthur put the things away, carefully opened a gap in the quilt, and looked at the green-faced Chris who was reflected by the light of the screensaver program inside, "What's wrong?"

Chris regained his senses, pressed the corner of the quilt, and replied in a low voice, "You're so cold!"

Arthur couldn't help laughing, touched the direction of his head and carefully lifted the quilt to protect him from sitting up, "It's not that delicate, just take care of it normally."

Chris was speechless, "What is the normal standard?"

Arthur reached out and took out the egg from his arms, held it in both hands and weighed it a little, "Well, it's okay to this extent. I've seen other families do this when I was a child."

Chris was so frightened that he jumped over to fetch the egg back, what the hell, I was scared to death, and I'm not afraid of losing the egg yolk!

Arthur was glared at by him, and touched his nose helplessly, "It's really no problem, you move easily by yourself, it's been so hard for you to be so careful for several months?"

"You can relax a little bit in behavior, but you can't do it in thinking at all," Chris couldn't help but poke him on the forehead, "It's just that you have nothing to do, just now father and father went to wait, so it can be seen that whether you can get the egg has something to do with it." You paid so much attention to it, but you got it back with such an attitude. Are you rare children?"

Scratching his head, Arthur was very innocent, "I cherish it very much, but I can't raise a weak little guy. The golden carving family belongs to the God of War family, and the eggs are of course strong enough."

Facing his expression of not believing you, Chris wanted to kneel down to him, and switched from poking to knocking on his head, "Do you want to throw it or smash it?!"

Arthur's brain that was so happy because he got the egg finally returned, "Hey, don't be angry, don't be angry, I can't do anything, I'm just afraid that you will be too careful and tired. Come, eat, eat, just get from Dad I brought meat floss over there, and I will make porridge for you, eat more."

Chris exhaled heavily, crossed his legs and put the egg in his lower abdomen and hugged it well before taking the bowl. After eating three small bowls of porridge and a bowl of meat floss in one go, he felt the warmth spread from his stomach to his whole body, and he went back comfortably. Sleepiness came up, "I'll settle the score with you tomorrow, go to sleep."

Arthur pursed his lips happily, white light was shining through the gaps in the curtains, it's already tomorrow, baby.

Chris slept until the afternoon and was woken up by hunger. From time to time, there was a chuckle or two from downstairs through the door. He didn't know who was at home, so he called out tentatively, "Arthur?"

Light footsteps sounded on the stairs soon, Bazel knocked on the door twice, and when he answered, he opened the door and poked his head in, "What do you want to eat?"

Chris hugged the egg, yawned and sat up, curling his cool toes into the hollows of his thighs to warm up, "Dad? What delicious food did you prepare? I like everything."

Bazel came in and opened the curtains for him, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the room, the color of the golden-red sunset in the room, he moved closer to touch the thickness of the quilt and thought, "I have prepared some thin slices of barbecued meat with honey sauce, It doesn’t smell like meat at all, you need to mend it more at this time. I asked Arthur, the idiot, it’s obvious that his wound should be a little longer than yours after bleeding, but he cut it open almost. Thank you for your hard work. Let’s eat I'll change your medicine."

Chris was speechless, and touched his cold toes with his hand, the bastard should put more, it was too late now, "I'm fine, I'll be fine soon."

Bazel smoothed his hair, helped him tighten the bed, and went down to prepare food.

There were more chatter and laughter from downstairs squeezed in through the crack of the door, and words such as "Congratulations~" "How lucky..." "...good boy" could be faintly heard.

Chris touched his stomach, carefully opened a little gap in the bed, lifted the egg to look at it, and touched it three times with his hands. Why is the skin not as soft as last night?

When Bazel came in, he saw that he was like a mole burrowing a hole, with his head bowed and buried in the bed, and he couldn't help laughing, "It's very warm in the room, so it's okay to show a little bit."

"Uh~" Chris stretched out his head, his face was flushed, a little embarrassed, "I don't know if it's my illusion, why does it feel that the peel on the outside of the egg is not as soft as yesterday?"

"The book only said that the eggs need to be peeled off, but didn't tell you the process." Bazel sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his hands together, and rubbed them until they were very warm, then reached into the bed and touched them. The eggshell is getting stronger and stronger, the outer skin is useless, the nutrients in your blood seep in, it will gradually dry up, and finally it will become a very thin film, just tear it off."

This process is actually a process of plant fruit growing up, so, does Yuren count as an animal evolving into a command creature or a plant evolving into a command creature?

Chris couldn't help but think again, it was amazing.

Bazel saw that he was full, packed up the dishes and went down, and told him with a smile, "Arthur is handing over part of the work to Isabella, and I can accompany you to hold eggs for most of the day after freeing up time. I'm still a little busy these days , Come back at night and ask him to pick up dinner next door."

Before, everyone didn't really think that he would come back with an egg for the first time. He was unprepared for various work handovers. Today, Arthur announced to the world and flew out to ask for a change of guard. Isabella was envious and hated all day long. Sullenly let him fawn on.

Chris understood the process as soon as he thought about it, and nodded cheerfully, "That's hard work, Dad."

Feeling full and sleepy, the toes were still cold, as if the bed was not even warm, Chris curled up, rolled himself into a ball and hugged the egg, and slowly fell asleep again.

Sleeping until it was dark, Arthur entered the room in the cold air, went to the bathroom to warm himself before squeezing into his bed, and touched the temperature under the quilt with his hand, "How is it?"

Chris was woken up by him, and he opened his mouth hazily, "Hungry~cold~" he was so angry that his face was bloody, and he felt that he was really a foodie. Every time he opened his eyes, his stomach felt like a bottomless pit.