Chapter 163 Rabbits are easier to feed than deer
Wen Hanwei smiled sweetly: "It's okay if you don't."
She took out a jade slip and threw it to him: "This is the record of the leaf curtain Some relevant information about the Zhang family in Hecheng needs to be brought back to the sect for record. I have already made a rubbing, and I will show this to your Jiujiu girl to take a look at it. Although young people entering the world of martial arts do need sincere enthusiasm, for seniors, it is better not to be impulsive and take action directly. "
After saying that, he left with his sword.
Bailian opened the jade slip. This is a record of the jade slip. From the slip, you can see the image recording a certain period of time.
This kind of jade slip of records is very magical. It was created by the master of weapon refining in Shifang City and is widely used in all major immortal sects.
After carefully reading the contents on the jade slip, Bailian put it away and smiled bitterly in a low voice: "In this case, I still owe Su Jing an apology."
< br>There was a sudden soft itching on his lips. The rabbit in his arms, which had always been very listless, raised a fluffy ear at some point and gently wiped the remaining blood on the corners of his lips.
A pair of big red round eyes were staring at him without blinking.
Bailian smiled and took it out of his arms, tilted his head and shook it: "Are you hungry?"
Sister Wen said that creatures like Afutu have a huge appetite and can easily fall into a state of hunger.
But yesterday, the whole day and night passed, and the rabbit didn't eat any food. It must be very hungry.
The little rabbit also imitated his movements, tilting its round head, its ears hanging cutely, and gently rubbed the back of his hand with its legs, as if to answer.
Bailian held the rabbit in his arms and began to walk toward a dirt road on the side of the valley.
Because this area is close to the Jungle Valley, the jungle valley is very desolate, and you have to walk on dilapidated mountain roads.
Through the twists and turns of dead branches and old trees, one can see the dilapidated old Temple of the City God, barren fields, and crumbling houses that have not been inhabited for a long time and are still decaying in the hazy mountains.
There is no light at all.
Even in the early morning when everything is dawning, there is still a bit of ghostly atmosphere in the continuous mountain shadows.
It may be difficult to find food that can fill the belly of a creature like Afutu in a place like this.
In the sky, there are still a few sparse and dim gray stars hanging.
Balian gently rubbed Afu Rabbit's chin that was so round and almost invisible with his fingertips, lowered his head and asked, "Are you picky about food?"
The little white rabbit's three-petal mouth moved, Biting his scratching finger showed that he was not picky about food.
Bailian nodded and said: "That's good, it's much easier to feed than Xiao Lu'er."
Xiao Lu'er somehow managed to win the respect of Fang Ge in the mountain environment. Miss Yu's favor.
The grapes and apples he usually ate were all irrigated by the spiritual spring. Now he is fat and strong, and his mouth is full of food. Even the green fruits he picked are too astringent and he refuses to eat them.
Rabbits are easy to feed, and radish leaves can satisfy them.
When we met for the first time, Balian certainly wouldn't be so stingy, so he just used radish leaves to get rid of it.
He decided to be as generous as Sister Wen and let Afutu, who had an amazing appetite, have a full meal.
Going around three hills and coming to a small lake, Bai Lian looked around at the surroundings and was very satisfied.
The ground is covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, and is surrounded by towering ancient trees, making it even more difficult for the already unclear morning glow to shine into this jungle lake.
The thick dead leaves lost their moisture and turned yellow and dry, making a soft rustling sound as Balian walked along the road.
Crack, a crisp sound.
He looked down and saw a broken skull.
The skull is round and very small, not like an animal bone or an adult skull.
Like a child's skull.
The wind blew by.
The dead leaves scattered on the ground flew up, exposing a land of white forests and bones.
Bailian sighed, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, his steps were light and he avoided the dead bones, and came to this stagnant lake. He knelt down and stretched his pale, slender palms into the lake.
The water ripples gently, giving it a strange sense of tranquility and beauty.
The little rabbit lay on his knees, looking at the cold lake water, and suddenly realized what kind of food he was about to face, and a sad look suddenly appeared in his red eyes.
It lowered its head to look at the water, then looked up at Balian's profile, showing an aggrieved look that dared not speak out but dared to be angry.
It's a pity that Baili was so focused on catching food for it that he didn't notice the rabbit's suggestive eyes.
The surface of the lake rippled slightly, and the calm lake surface began to bubble with gurgling water.
A strange scene happened.
Countless dark, wet hair grew wildly out of the water, wrapping around Balian's palm like a living water plant.
There was a strong force under the water, and a pair of eyes with green pupils and pale whites stared deeply at him from the water.
The huge force was so terrifying that a large area of abnormal water ripples appeared on the lake.
But Bailian's body only tilted slightly and stabilized his posture.
He lowered his head and patted the rabbit on the head and said: "It's time to eat."
When the things under the water saw that the people on the water were motionless, their green eyes met the slightly scarlet eyes, and they began to panic and fear.
The hair that was tightly entangled just now shrank back quickly as if it had been burned by fire.
How could Balian be willing to let things underwater escape? His hair was as slippery as snake scales and was impossible to grasp.
His arm suddenly sank and inserted into the water, and his five slender fingers also sank into something cold and hard.
Like the skull of some kind of creature, his five fingers were as sharp as hooks and clasped tightly. A large amount of bright red suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, and he leaped into the air.
The behemoth that broke out of the water shrouded the sky like a black shadow. The moment it broke out of the lake, countless water droplets splashed.
Accompanied by the shrill roar, the splashing water droplets seemed to be shaken into mist by some strong sonic power.
With one tug and a tug, Bai Lian dragged the huge creature to the shore extremely forcefully and without any explanation.
The cold lake water splashed wildly, wetting the dead branches and leaves on the shore.
The thick, wet, smelly hair wrapped around Balian's wrists has long been unable to be loosened.
His cold fingers were inserted into the head of the huge black shadow, and the thick black and red blood stained the back of his clean and pale hands with a layer of dirt.
An indescribable disgusting smell permeated the humid air.
If I had to describe it, it smelled like the viscous corpse fluid soaked in from the accumulated rotting entrails of some huge fish.
Bailian didn't react much to such a smell. He just lowered his head seriously and looked at the thing struggling under his hands.
The huge black figure struggling fiercely on the ground is a woman whose whole body is wrapped in rich black hair.
The dark, wet hair looked like it had been fished out of a dirty ditch, and the water droplets dripping down were all black, like stinking inferior ink.
Little rabbit, be good, the straight man will take you to eat delicious food.
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