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The moonlight is bright and the pool water is quiet.

Gu Mianliang didn't have the slightest intention to appreciate it, and his voice was low: "What did ethnology teach you?"

Those old men really dare to say anything.

Fuzhi smiled like a little fox that stole fish, "Father, guess what?"

He looked at Gu Mianliang, waited for a long time and didn't wait for him to have any other reaction, immediately snorted meaninglessly, licked the tip of Gu Mianliang's ear with his red lips, and put it in his mouth, his voice was a bit vague: " Anyway, I know what I should know.”

He is the only one left in their Akabane clan, not only the clan studies, but the entire monster clan are very concerned about his future spouse.

Books of fine-quality pictures of two people playing together were stuffed into his desk, and his schoolmate of the blue bird family at the front desk peeked at them all day long in class, and his nose bleeds.

Especially the elders and grandpas who manage the Yaozu family tree, wish he could find ten or eight female birds and give birth to a hundred or eighty cubs.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but look worried, and looked at Gu Mianliang's lower abdomen worriedly, as if there were already cubs inside: "Father, you want to have more babies."

He said seriously: "Otherwise, the Yaozu might give me other female birds, but I only want one female bird from you."

It was the first time that Gu Mianliang knew that the little Que'er he raised had such thoughts for him, but judging by the look on the little Que'er, he probably didn't know what love was.

Perhaps it was only because of being close to him that he had this idea.

He slowly dispelled the medicine in his body, and said coldly, "I am not a female bird."

At the end, add a sentence: "There will be no pregnancy."

The young man was really in a hurry, his beautiful phoenix eyes were full of water, and his face was slightly dissatisfied, obviously he didn't believe Gu Mianliang's words.

No matter what Gu Mianliang said, she also watched him grow up. When she saw Xiao Que'er's expression, her forehead twitched, and she immediately had some bad premonitions.

"you……"

The young man's face collapsed: "I won't listen! My adoptive father lied to me. The family theory said that anyone I like can be my hen. I like you, and you are my hen."

"..."

Since Gu Mianliang came to the Yaozu, she had never shown any murderous intentions, and at this time, the word 'zuxue' vaguely popped up.

Maybe he shouldn't have chosen to settle in Yaozu in order to let Xiaoqueer live in a normal environment.

At this time, Fuzhi has already ripped off Gu Mianliang's coat angrily.

Gu Mianliang: "..."

Before he could say anything, he saw the little sparrow pulling out a soft and cool grass fluff from the edge of the bird's nest, rolled it up with his slender fingers, stuffed it straight into his underwear, and then sewed it tightly together Tear off his clothes for him.

Gu Mianliang's lower abdomen swelled up subtly.

The boy looked proud, and gently touched his lower abdomen, "Look, isn't it bulging?"

He leaned his ears on Gu Mianliang's abdomen, and the instinct of a male bird made him unable to resist caring for the softness, and murmured: "Now it's grass, and then it will be a cub."

The young man looked at Gu Mianliang with sparkling eyes: "Father, you are so beautiful."

The cold moonlight shone on the bird's nest, and the white-haired beauty's breathing was slightly disturbed for a moment, her hair was slightly messed up, her eyes were gloomy, her body was imposing, but her belly bulged.

The boy's maturity is approaching, and his heart is so hot that he can't help but transform into the form of a red bird, and instinctively protects Gu Mianliang under his wings in a caring gesture.

The red bird made a clear cry, declaring his possessions.

However, before the cry could be heard completely, it was forced to stop abruptly.

A slender hand grabbed the back of the red bird, and in the next second it turned into a palm-sized cardinal, and the cheerful singing suddenly turned into a desperately struggling scream.

Gu Mianliang sat up at some point, his coat was disheveled, he squinted his eyes and looked at the little sparrow twisted in his hand, and said in an indiscriminate tone: "Yunfu, you are not timid."

Little Que'er turned to him ferociously: "Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

Taking advantage of Gu Mianliang's inattention, the light yellow beak pecked lightly on his lips, leaving a small cut.

"..."

Little Que'er was being carried by him, and Heidou looked at the small opening, satisfied, stretched out her small chest, and shook her feathers happily.

Gu Mianliang touched the corner of his mouth, and after a long time, he slowly stood up, the soft curvature of his abdomen made him pause subconsciously, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He took out the ball of grass, weighed it in his hand, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't throw it away on the spot, but just held it in one hand and the little bird in the other, and went back to the place where they lived. piece of bamboo forest.

Fuzhi failed to go back to her room to rest, but was hung on a bamboo by Gu Mianliang with a demon-binding rope.

Zhuzi bent over deeply, Fuzhi's hands and feet were trapped, his posture was like a little turtle, strangle marks appeared faintly on his delicate skin, his phoenix eyes widened in disbelief, and his red lips parted slightly in shock.

However, it was not the anger that Gu Mianliang thought.

Seeing how he was trapped, the young man blushed, and his face became a little more beautiful, he moved shyly, and said shyly: "Father knows a lot."

Gu Mianliang: "..."

What did he learn in ethnology?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "What I want you to learn in ethnology is racial talent, not these messy things. I told you a long time ago that all you have to do is to break through the Nascent Soul and gain the Tao as soon as possible."

Could it be that he really taught the children crookedly?

The young man replied lazily: "Oh, adoptive father, are you going to hit me?"

Gu Mianliang saw that he admitted his mistake and gave in, and was about to hit him again, when Fuzhi raised his head again, and said shyly, "It's not impossible to hit me."

Xiao Que'er motioned Gu Mianliang to look at the slender branches on the bamboo beside her, raised her chin and said respectfully, "Father can hit me with this, and Qingniao told me that this thing doesn't hurt when it hits people, and the marks it makes are pretty good."

He coughed in embarrassment, sincerely and enthusiastically: "The foster father gave birth to me, and I will beat the foster father."

Gu Mianliang was silent for a long time.

No one had ever popularized these things to him, but now he was abruptly gagged by the little bird he raised with his own hands.

He slowly stood up straight without any change in expression, and under Xiao Que'er's scorching gaze, he slowly stuffed the grass ball that he had been holding into his abdomen.

The boy looked down at his stomach, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were a little subtle.

After a long while, the young man thought about it: "So it's not impossible for foster father to have such a habit...Huh?"

Gu Mianliang took out a brocade handkerchief, blocked the young man's chattering red lips, and in the young man's shocked eyes, lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Hang here all night, let the wind wash your mind."

After speaking, he turned around and left, but instead of going back to his own room, he went to the third wooden house. With a bang, the door was closed tightly, and he never came out again.

The young man was dazed for a moment, and finally came to his senses. He yelled at the third wooden house for a while, then lowered his head lamely, admitting that he had failed to find the female bird for the first time.

After a while, he quietly raised his face again, looking at the third wooden house that he had never entered before, and the prohibition on it disappeared in a flash.

The young man was in a daze.

I don't know what the adoptive father is doing inside, but every time he comes out, he becomes in a bad mood, and occasionally looks at his face in a daze.

Hey.

The boy sighed, and couldn't help but feel complacent again.

The adoptive father must like him, he is so good-looking, how could he not be able to marry the desired female bird?

In the early morning of the second day, Fuzhi fell into a drowsy sleep, suddenly his body loosened and he fell to the ground.

"Ouch..."

He woke up suddenly, rubbed his waist, and gasped: "Who?!"

Don't you know that the waist of a male bird should be taken good care of? !

Looking up, he bumped into Gu Mianliang standing coldly in front of him, the anger in the boy's eyes suddenly turned into a sweet smile, "Father!"

Gu Mianliang threw the ancient books he used for family studies into his arms, and said softly, "I'll go out for a while."

Fuzhi hurriedly stood up, rubbed his sore arms that were tied up, "Father, where are you going?"

Gu Mianliang: "Treasure Pavilion."

Fu Zhi was at a loss for a moment.

Treasure Pavilion?Where and what is foster father doing?

Before he could ask, Gu Mianliang disappeared in place.Fuzhi had no choice but to collect the ancient books he wanted to use in school, put them in a small cloth bag, and went to study ethnology.

……

The ethnology of the Yaozu is almost a lecture hall for ten thousand races. According to the level of bloodlines, it is divided into four schools: heaven, earth, black and yellow.

As the last bloodline of the Akabane clan, Fuzhi naturally occupies the last row of the most honored position in the Tianzi Academy.

The most difficult place to attract the attention of the master.

He is naturally exquisite and good-looking, and he is very flamboyant in a red dress. He has attracted attention as soon as he came here, and countless young masters of various clans who have reached the mate selection period can't wait to stick their eyes to him.

Fuzhi sat in front of her small table depressed, tapped the edge of the table with her fingertips, thinking of something, a bit of depression appeared on her pretty face.

Liu An, the blue bird clan at the front table, turned around and winked at him: "How is it, did you go well last night?"

"Don't mention it." Fuzhi rested her chin, and there were still red strangle marks on the forearm protruding from the cuff.It is particularly conspicuous on the jade lotus-like complexion.

Liu An's eyes lit up, and he leaned over thieves, implying something: "Brother gave you a good idea, you guys had a great time last night..."

"No, you're overthinking it," Fuzhi spread his hands, "I was just tied up all night, you know that the skin of our Akabane tribe is always sensitive, and I've got marks like this all over my body."

Liu An's eyes became even more strange, "The female bird you chose is really good at playing."

"..."

Forget it, it's useless to explain.

Fuzhi: "I'm about to reach maturity, what should I do if he doesn't agree?"

Liu An raised his chin forward: "I think Feng Yang is quite good. Hey, you are specially approved by the clan to have multiple spouses. Find one to get through this maturity period first?"

In the third row in front, sat a man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, with neat short hair and a ring of wolf teeth around his neck. He was thin and explosive.

The young master of the wolf clan, Feng Yang.

He has been paying attention to the movement behind him, and when he sees Fuzhi looking over, he immediately sits up straight, his dark green eyes are mysterious and deep in the dense forest, but at this moment his wolf ears can't help popping out, trembling, extremely nervous up.

Stupid.

Fu Zhi looked back in disgust, and continued to whisper to Liu An: "Is there anything else you can do?"

Liu An: "I'm really curious which female bird you fancy, it's so difficult to deal with."

He looked at his friend's face, which was so beautiful, it was unimaginable, "If you hold on to it for a while, I don't believe that he can have no idea about your face. If he can't then, I will give you another Another way."

Fuzhi sighed, and took out a book that was almost new, "Here, my master secretly slipped it to me yesterday, and I just finished reading it."

Liu An's eyes lit up, and he took it over, holding it in his arms like a baby, "Brother!"

He said quietly: "You try tonight..."

After he finished speaking, Fuzhi looked thoughtful and hesitated: "Is this okay?"

Liu An: "Don't worry, it will work!"

That night.

When Gu Mianliang came back, she found something subtly wrong in her room.

He paused, and pushed the door open.

The house is filled with water vapor and rich fragrance.

In the tub behind the screen, a white back playing with the water can be vaguely seen. The crimson quicksand brocade is placed on the screen, and the cool wind blows in from the opened door, lowering the temperature inside the room. .

The figure behind the screen stopped slightly, and the voice of the young Qingyue came: "Is it the foster father?"

Gu Mianliang hummed, her expression didn't change much, she sat at the table with her back to the screen, "Don't you hate taking a bath in human form?"

Fuzhi has been bathing in the form of a little sparrow in the Lingxi stream in the bamboo forest, so there is no bathtub in his room.

It should be that the maturity period is coming, so the behavior is close to that of human beings, Gu Mianliang thought, and I will prepare one tomorrow, so it will be inconvenient for the little bird to come here to take a bath after all.

With a clatter, Fuzhi stepped out of the bathtub, exposing her long and slender legs to the air.

After thinking for a while, he pulled a piece of clothing shyly around his body, and landed silently, leaving behind a string of wet footprints.

The boy stood behind the white-haired man, wrapping his arms gently around his neck.

"Father."

Gu Mianliang frowned: "Don't make trouble."

Fuzhi turned around deftly, and fell into Gu Mianliang's arms, her beautiful eyes stared intently at the man in front of her, her long and curled eyelashes were like a small hook, making one's heart itch.

Gu Mianliang said in a deep voice, "Get out."

The voice was already angry.

The goblin-like boy wrapped his legs tightly around him, his red lips curled up, showing no fear at all.

With Gu Mianliang's expression on his face, he was about to pick up Fuzhi and throw him out when he heard the boy apologize sincerely.

"Father, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, it's my fault."

Gu Mianliang squinted her eyes, and for the time being suppressed the idea of ​​humiliating her.

The boy said earnestly and solemnly: "I didn't fully prepare, so I dragged my adoptive father into my nest."

Gu Mianliang: "I..."

As soon as the boy took his hand, he continued: "The male bird will choose its own mate, and the female bird will also do the same. The male bird who is not capable will be rejected. I have not proved that I am good at it, so the foster father refused. I should too."

The young man with exquisite and beautiful face looked very solemn, his legs around Gu Mianliang's body tightened a little, and he tried his best to straighten his waist.

The boy said sincerely: "Father, feel it, I'm good, I'm really good."

"..."

Click.

A corner of the table was crushed by Gu Mianliang, the veins on his forehead twitched, the white-haired beauty's face was terribly dark, the golden light flashed from his eyes, and the momentary depression and murderous intent made the room tremble. Want to freeze.

The young man didn't feel it at all, he looked at Gu Mianliang eagerly, "Father, I will make your belly bulge." There must be a cub, he is really good at it.

Liu An said that if he wants the female bird to agree to him, he must prove to him that he is a capable red bird.

Because female birds often care more about offspring than male birds.

Fuzhi felt that it must be his performance that day that made his adoptive father feel that he was not very good, so today he specially let his adoptive father feel it.

"Father..."

Gu Mianliang closed her eyes, and suddenly sneered, "Maturity is coming soon?"

Fuzhi couldn't help rubbing against him, "Well, foster father promise me."

Gu Mianliang held his waist expressionlessly, and in the next second, Fuzhi was completely thrown out!

The boy let out a scream, and quickly turned into a little sparrow, avoiding the ending of falling to the ground in embarrassment.

The door slammed shut!

The little bird was angry, and angrily pecked out a few small holes in the door panel with its beak, and then left reluctantly.

inside the door.

The red gauze that Fuzhi had just wrapped around her body fluttered down melodiously, and landed on Gu Mianliang's arm impartially, slightly damp, exuding a bewitching fragrance.

It is unique to the red bird family, and it is fragrant when the maturity is approaching.

Every bird is different, smelling it for a long time has the effect of nourishing the body.

The moonlight passed through the gap and landed on the white-haired beauty's bony fingers. He twisted the red gauze, and the pupils of his eyes turned light golden in an instant.

For a long time, he seemed to be unable to smell the smell, and moved his eyes to the door, looking at something in the air, and a deep greed flashed in his eyes.

After this fiasco, Fuzhi's self-confidence was seriously frustrated, and he languished for several days.

His maturity is getting closer.

Every night he tries to get Gu Mianliang into his bird's nest in different ways, but only succeeds the first time, and the rest will be caught ready-made every time.

Tianzi School.

last row.

The young man in red lay lazily on the table, looking as if he had fallen asleep.

The master came here with a straight face, and tapped his table lightly with the ruler, "Yunfu."

The young man moved slowly, his fair face was flushed with a bewitching blush, his phoenix eyes were watery and boundless, his delicate brows were frowning, and he asked impatiently, "What are you doing?"

The voice is hoarse.

The master looked at his expression carefully, and said in surprise: "You...?" His face became serious, "If you feel uncomfortable, go back quickly."

This is clearly the maturity period has arrived, just beginning to estrus.

The master sighed sadly, and wondered what was going on in the clan, the only one of the monster clan, Akabane, was in heat, and no one cared about it?

Fuzhi crouched back in pain, buried her face, her body was trembling slightly, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine."

Now that he is in class, the master can't speak directly, so he just shakes his head and walks away. He just keeps paying attention to Fuzhi, and plans to send him to the Yaozu Medical Center if there is any situation.

But Fuzhi abruptly made it to school.

When everyone was almost gone, he barely pulled up his strength, flushed all over, rubbed his face, and walked softly towards the direction of the bamboo forest step by step.

But just after he left the school gate, he was stopped by Feng Yang.

Fuzhi had no choice but to stop, leaning half of her body against the tree for strength, her delicate brows were tightly frowned, and she gasped lightly, "Get out of the way."

Feng Yang's green eyes stared at him closely, nervous and worried, he wanted to step forward to support him: "Yunfu, what's wrong with you?"

Although this person is very naive, the aura of the wolf tribe still made Fuzhi feel very uncomfortable. He avoided Feng Yang's tight forearm, raised his chin noblely, and said in a soft voice, "Get out."

As everyone knows, Feng Yang was stunned by the fierce appearance he thought he had.

The young man in red is amazingly beautiful, the reddish eye ends are like the most attractive invitation, and his proud appearance is like a demon flower that is burning and blooming at night.

The body fragrance emitted by the mature Chibane tribe faintly permeated through Fuzhi's clothes, Feng Yang wanted to drag him into his nest and lick him well.

Feng Yang was tall, dressed in the usual wild wolf style, with a belt on his forehead, and deep-featured features. He looked at him eagerly, and said bluntly, "Yunfu, have you reached maturity? I want to be yours." spouse."

Fuzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and walked forward with a cold face.

Feng Yang was a little hurt by his blatant refusal attitude, "Wait a minute."

Fuzhi stopped walking, the feeling of depression rising in his body put him in a state of extreme agitation, "Say."

Feng Yang was so nervous that he was sweating, he took off the wolf tooth necklace around his neck, quickly stuffed it into Fuzhi's hand, and stammered: "The token of our wolf clan, whenever you let me be your spouse OK!"

His wolf ears drooped down, pitifully, "I don't mind you having multiple spouses, but I will definitely be loyal to you."

After speaking, as if he was afraid that Fuzhi would refuse, he returned the necklace, and Feng Yang left quickly.

Holding the necklace in his hand, the young man in red froze for a moment, then frowned and scolded a fool, but he still struggled to put the necklace away.

He took a rest on the spot, gathered some strength, turned into a red sparrow with difficulty, and quickly flew away following Gu Mianliang's breath.

……

Inside the bamboo forest cabin.

The faint lights cast shadows everywhere in the room.

Gu Mianliang carefully played with a delicate wooden box, the size of a palm.

This is something he ordered in the Treasure Pavilion some time ago. It was just brought back today, and I haven't had time to disassemble it yet.

At this time, the door of his room was suddenly knocked open.

A little sparrow turned into a red-clothed boy again, his delicate face was flushed with blush, he staggered over in three or two steps as if he was drunk, and lay on Gu Mianliang's knee, raised his head in pain, with tears in the corners of his eyes , the red lips spat lightly: "Father..."

The white-haired beauty paused with her fingertips, then cast down her eyes, raised the boy's chin, looked at him carefully, and said unhurriedly, "Have you reached maturity?"

The red feathers between the young man's eyebrows were like blood and bright red, like a gorgeous flower unfolding on his fair skin. His body was hot, and he let out an unbearable snort, and then his whole body trembled.

Three gorgeous and noble fiery red feathers burst open from his tail, and dragged on the ground meanderingly. The bright moonlight fell on these feathers, quietly fading away.

"Father..."

The young man's phoenix eyes were misty and a little confused. He saw the female bird he had chosen remain indifferent, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

Gu Mianliang's hand was held.

The feathers on the boy's tail moved, and his red lips let out a warm breath, "Father, touch my tail..."

When the male bird is mature, he shows his most beautiful feathers to the female bird, which means courtship.

The young man's uncomfortable palms were sweating, and he scratched the slightly wet folds of the Tsing Yi on Gu Mianliang's lap.

"Father, touch it..."

Gu Mianliang sat at the table, looking at the young man lying on his lap with a calm expression.

Quiet black eyes couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, his white hair fluttered gently with the breeze blowing in from outside the door, and the faint candles shone on his side face, the division of light and shadow was blurry.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand little by little.

In the blank and sad eyes of the young man, he opened the delicate box on the table.

Inside is a small ring-shaped item, like a child's bracelet, hollowed out in gold, very beautiful.

Gu Mian said in a cool voice, "I made it for you in Zhenbao Pavilion, it can be big or small, you can wear it yourself."

He picked it up, stretched out his hand and handed it to Fuzhi.

Knuckle fingers complement this little gold bracelet.

Fu Zhi didn't answer, hesitantly said: "Father, this is...?"

Gu Mian said succinctly: "Things that suppress your estrus period."

"..."

The young man's eyes widened in disbelief. It was the first time he heard that there was such a thing. He said loudly, struggling not to put it on: "Father, this bracelet is too small, and my wrist is too thick to wear it. ..."

Gu Mianliang narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's not worn on the wrist."

The young man's red lips parted slightly, with some doubts, his voice was soft and hoarse: "Where did you wear that?"

Gu Mianliang looked at him with a pair of quiet eyes, and the hollow gold ring circled around his fingertips, then stopped suddenly, making a crisp sound.