Article 153

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The featherman raised his eyes and gave him a blank look: "Want to eat without hair? Go, go."

Mo Ran was angry and funny, and when he wanted to ask further, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind, and a bandaged hand stretched out, with six golden wings between his fingers.

"Miss Boss, let's make porridge, I'll pay for him."

The Feathermen took the feathers and didn't bother to talk to them, so they turned around and packed up to go early. Mo Ran turned his face to the side, and saw Ye Wangxi standing beside him, looking handsome and handsome, with a self-possessed bearing.

"Thank you very much." Carrying steaming fried buns and sweet porridge, Mo Ran and Ye Wangxi said as they walked, "If we didn't meet you today, I'm afraid we would all be hungry."

"It's okay." Ye Wangxi said, "Girl Shiba has a bad memory and always forgets to give some feathers to newcomers. I happened to pass by too, it's just a little effort, you don't have to be polite."

Mo Ran asked: "Do you need to exchange feathers for business in Taohuayuan?"

"good."

"Where did that feather come from?"

Ye Wangxi said: "Pull it out."

"Pull, pull..." Mo Ran was stunned, did he really pull it from the bird? Then the birds here must not be plucked by them?

Seeing his surprise, Ye Wangxi glanced at him amusedly, "What do you think? There is an Ancestral Abyss in this Taoyuan. The heat is unbearable. Therefore, no grass can grow around, and no animals can live."

Mo Ran heard him describe it like this, and immediately thought of the bloody sky in the distance when passing by the suburbs yesterday, and said: "Is that abyss near the north of the city?"

"You're right."

"What does that have to do with feathers?"

Ye Wangxi said: "That's right, although no other creatures can survive near the Abyss of the Primordial Abyss, there is a group of angry owls living in the abyss. They use real fire as their nest and come out at night. Their feathers can help the Feathermen to cultivate. Jingjin."

"So that's the case." Mo Ran smiled, "No wonder you have to exchange feathers for things."

"Well. But you need to pay attention. When they are active at night, their feathers will become no different from ordinary night owls. Even if they are caught, they will be useless. Only when the sun rises every day, the angry owls return to the ancestors in thousands The abyss. The moment they are about to enter the abyss, the wings on their bodies will turn back to golden, and it will be useful to take them off at that time."

"Haha, wouldn't that be a practice of light work? If the kung fu is not at home, it will become a barbecue. If you don't pick it, you will starve to death." Mo Ran couldn't help but tsk tsk, "This is really amazing distressed."

Ye Wangxi asked: "Could it be that you are not good at light work?"

The ink burned and said with a smile: "General."

"That can't be done." Ye Wangxi said, "The angry owl moves fast, not losing to the eagle. If you don't practice diligently, you will be hungry in a few days."

"so……"

Seeing that Mo Ran was distracted, Ye Wangxi sighed and said: "I have a lot of feathers, and I don't need them for the time being. If the three of you need anything, just ask me first."

The ink burned again and again, and smiled: "How embarrassing. I asked you to borrow these six feathers. I will go back to eat first. If I get the feathers tomorrow, I will return them to you. Thank you."

After bidding farewell to Ye Wangxi, Mo Ran returned to the other courtyard with porridge and rice.

There was no one in Xue Meng's house, and he probably woke up and had nothing to do, wandering around. Mo Ran then came to Chu Wanning's bamboo building.

Chu Wanning has not yet woken up. Mo Ran put the porridge and fried buns on the table, came to his bed, and looked down at him.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling came to my mind.

The way this little junior fell asleep...why does he look a little like someone?

But I can't remember who I'm thinking of, but I have a vague impression that there is someone like this. When lying on the bed, he always curls himself up and puts his hands on his cheeks—who is it?

While he was in a daze, Chu Wanning woke up.

"Well..." Turning over, Chu Wanning saw the person beside the bed, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Mo Ran?"

"I've said it several times, I want to call my senior brother." Mo Ran rubbed his hair, then touched his forehead to test the temperature, "The fever is gone, come on, get up and eat something."

"Eat..." the child on the couch repeated blankly, with messy bun, making his face more watery and cute.

"See if senior brother loves you, get up early to buy breakfast. Eat it while it's hot."

Chu Wanning got off the bed in a white undershirt and walked to the dining table. There is a fresh lotus leaf on the table, inside is fried buns with thin skin and su, sprinkled with green onion and black sesame seeds. There is also a small cup of longan osmanthus porridge, which is soft and glutinous, and is steaming hot.

Elder Yu Heng, who has always been powerful, was a little uncertain: "Give it to me?"

"ah?"

"Is it all... bought for me?"

The ink burned for a moment: "Yes."

He looked at Chu Wanning's hesitation, thought for a while, and smiled: "Eat quickly, or it will be cold."

Chu Wanning has been at the peak of death and life for so many years. Although everyone respects him, because of his stubborn and cold personality, almost no one is willing to eat with him, let alone make a breakfast for him. Sometimes when he watched his disciples take care of each other, although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help being envious in his heart. So facing this bowl of porridge and a few steamed buns,

After being silent for a long time, I was actually reluctant to eat.

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