Feather blades flying together

Chris learned a lot of common sense about the world from the original owner's notes on history and society.

When the race flight is over, he will leave the Saiwei Palace with the male who successfully caught him and go to the habitat. At that time, he may be given a little time to pack his luggage and say goodbye to his old friends.

After that, they will probably never return to this place for the rest of their lives.

All families in this world are strictly male-centered. After they pass through the transformation period in the Saiwei Palace, most of them will return to the group gathering place to live with the elders at home.

After the females enter the Saiwei Palace, most of them lose contact with their original families.Chris noticed that in the explanation of Saifei's wind pattern suitability, there is a paragraph saying that if they are of the same bloodline, the wind pattern will naturally repel each other.

Therefore, he speculated that such a social system may be similar to the fact that in the history of human evolution, adult males had to leave the tribe in order to avoid inbreeding.

Looking at it this way, if he hadn't taught Vera a lesson to the few people Sai Fei had mentioned before, he might not have a chance in the future.

He has no way to fight against the entire social system, so he is bound to be caught by a male, and there is no room for resistance.Under the influence of such force majeure, the unknown vast world after Saifei may be more difficult than that in Wei Palace.

For this reason, Chris made a strict plan. He had to read all the notes of the original owner. At the same time, he still had to go to Spruce Top to practice flying. After a few days when his physical flexibility improved, he had to review his fighting skills. Good to find the right tool.

Belle, Qingyang and An, he remembers these three names clearly, and he has to find out what these three people are doing during the break.It is necessary to settle all grievances and grievances before leaving the palace, so as to be worthy of the body sold by the original owner.

Early the next morning, he got up early to prepare his things and went to Sprucetop. Although it was the first time that something bad happened to that poor place, he couldn't give up eating because of choking.

Before he set off, he found two guards to help him sweep all the things in the original owner's room into two huge rattan baskets and put them here for Geddy to look through and tidy up.

In the next half month before Saifei, Chris's daily schedule was as follows: get up at dawn in the morning, have breakfast with Geddy, and then go to Spruce Top with a pack of notes, two meals, and a blanket.

When you reach the top of the spruce, exercise your muscles and bones to connect with low-altitude gliding and try to turn. After you are tired, read a book. When you are tired, continue to practice flying. In the afternoon, take advantage of the warm weather and find a secluded corner to sleep wrapped in a blanket for a while. Get up and continue practicing Fly and read.

With super high efficiency, Arthur beat up people who were not at the same level as him in the month before the start of the race, and in the following time, he was lucky enough to catch the whereabouts of the ownerless bliss.

In addition to Fell, there are many other Falcon bloodlines or descendants of raptors who are eyeing Bliss, so he can't relax his vigilance at all.

Arthur, who had nothing to do, decided that until these females were sent to Tongtian Tower, he would stay near his intended prey every day.

Originally, he thought that Chris would not go back after meeting someone in the spruce top for a secret conversation and being kidnapped by him for a few hours. Unexpectedly, the next morning, this guy emptied himself like a hardworking little mouse. The former nest, carrying a big burden and arrogantly went again.

It's not as squeamish as the rumors say...

Arthur sat on the top of a very tall tree of a giant tree, covering his body among the thick leaves, and watched with interest that Chris climbed up the platforms of different heights on the top of the spruce very regularly, trying various ways to glide and turn .

Tsk, it is indeed stupid!Or was the wing injury last month too severe?It's too ugly and clumsy to fly!

Chris didn't notice that anyone was staring at him. There were chicks training every day on the top of the spruce, but the place was very, very large and did not affect each other.

He can also take advantage of the free time of the guide God Attendant to ask some questions, this place couldn't be better.

Probably because the plan was carried out so smoothly in the first two days, he was a little careless on the third day, and ran to talk to the kind Godservant Liya, "Maybe my wings have been tied for too long, so I can't move smoothly .”

Liya attached great importance to this problem, pinched his healed wound, confirmed that he was fine, and gently helped him analyze, "My dear, it may be your psychological problem. After not flying for a long time and having the experience of falling rapidly from high altitude, some Fear the sky. Remember, flying is in your veins, it's instinct."

After explaining a few words, she pointed, "here, the little ones learn to fly, and after they can skillfully flap their wings on flat ground to wrap around the airflow, as long as they are lowered from a higher place, they will instinctively fly."

Chris thought for a while, and switched to his own way of thinking. Liya probably meant that flying should be like grasping things with both hands naturally. Even if it can't be like that, there must be muscle memory after flying so many times since childhood.

I can't fly now because I'm afraid!

As for the little guys learning to fly, don’t they practice jumping and gliding from a height of one or two meters with a safety rope tied around their waists?

Following Liya's fingers and raising his neck, Chris's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened into an O shape. Damn it, this world still retains many primitive habits.

While he was concentrating on learning his own stuff, the fledglings in this group had completed the practice of gliding at low altitude to control their wings, and now——

At this moment, they brushed the edge of the highest platform on the top of the spruce, which was hundreds of meters high by visual estimation. If it weren't for the very good eyesight of this body, it is estimated that they could only see a row of small black spots.

Liya patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, let's see what the kids are capable of."

The other Servant who was with her in caring for the chicks was standing near the chicks. Chris hated his eyesight, and he saw clearly that the man used a long stick to beat the little ones one by one. Poke down from the high platform.

It may be due to Yuren's racial innate skills. These chicks don't seem to have any fear of heights. Although they screamed with different lengths and heights, their voices were mostly excited.

Damn, did Yuanzheng learn to fly like this when he was a child?

Chris couldn't help covering his face. Back then, as an anthropologist learning to swim, he was talking about throwing it directly into the water. At least he gave him a foam board!

The gravity of this planet should be much smaller than the place where humans used to live, so Yuren can fly with wings that are not so exaggerated, but even so, it takes a few seconds to fall a hundred meters.

The little ones were tumbling in the air, dizzy and wobbly. After the god attendant poked all the children down, he also jumped down, chased into the air and used his wings to create an updraft to slow the children down.

"I'll help!" Liya took off with a whimper.

Leaving Chris standing still in place, he was shocked to see seven or eight chicks whose body proportions were still three heads, as if they were thrown into a huge air washing machine. There are all kinds of crooked and thrilling wings flapping.

This simple and crude style...

Chris saw them flying lower and lower, and another Servant escorted them in the air. Liya grabbed the little ones one by one, carried them up to the high platform, and watched another round of poking down.

Can not bear to look!

Silently holding his heart and returning to his bag, Chris took out a roll of notes from it, he needed to stay quietly for a while to sort out his worldview TAT.

Arthur almost fell asleep watching it, and can only say that fortunately, the child's flying ability and blood line are mostly inherited from the father's line, otherwise, what kind of child would a guy like Chris, who is so stupid to fly, raise.

Of course, classmate Chris is an unbeatable Xiaoqiang. After reading a volume of notes at a glance and ten lines, he ate a sweet fruit to replenish his energy. He stood up and climbed to the ten-meter platform again.

There is nothing difficult in the world. His current situation is like a human being suddenly growing another pair of hands. The fit between his mental power and the neurons of the original body is not perfect. He is just not used to commanding the extra wings. Just practice more.

Arthur, who watched it for three days, had to admit that the guys from the Falcon-eyed bloodline still admired this persistent quality.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the battered and disheveled fledglings left listlessly in groups.

Chris picked up the blanket and got into a small space surrounded by several large tree branches that he found a few days ago, intending to rest for a while.

The afternoon sun was very warm, and the breeze was full of dry plant smells. He was so tired, Chris wrapped himself in a blanket, and almost fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Arthur got out of the nearby big tree, and lightly fell beside him with the breeze, and the leaves beside him didn't tremble a bit because of his arrival.

Through the dense leaves, the mottled light and shadow are projected on the small half of Chris's exposed face. He looks tired, with a faint blue shadow under his eyes, and his pink lips are slightly dry. The whole person looks soft and huggable. in arms.

After thinking about it, Arthur sat next to him cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

When Chris fell asleep, he was not very honest. He turned over and loosened the blanket a little, and kicked Arthur's leg. In his sleep, he thought he had stepped on a tree trunk, and kicked hard to get rid of something in the way.

Arthur was kicked unexpectedly, but it didn't hurt. When the second kick came over, the conditioned reflex grabbed Chris' ankle.

For a moment he was stunned, such exquisite ankles, the delicate skin on the palm was no different from his face, it was just circled well, he stroked it twice, and didn't want to let go.

Arthur decided, anyway, this guy must be one of his own in the future, so it doesn't matter if you touch a few more.

Chris dreamed that his ankles were entangled by aquatic plants in deep water, and more aquatic plants were entangled in all directions. His feet seemed to be cramping. The feeling of suffocation made him struggle harder and kicked out with all his strength.