Vicious female, sent five beastly husbands at the beginning

Chapter 355 The World of Clouds and Sky (Que Zelian) 3
"Alright." Xiao Jinsheng watched the orange-red bird walk away, his gaze almost burning a hole through its back.

The orange-red bird naturally sensed her gaze.

But I still managed to calm my inexplicably chaotic mind down.

Even when bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the caves on the backlit floating island remain cool and shady.

The only furnishing in the cave was a stone bed covered with dry grass, which Xiao Jinsheng could sit on.

As soon as Xiao Jinsheng sat down on the straw stone bed, he noticed that the stone bed exuded warmth.

Moreover, the feel of the hay was exactly the same as the bed that Quezawa Ren had conjured for her using clouds and mist.

Xiao Jinsheng's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to look outside the cave.

The orange-red bird is only about the size of a palm.

It can't fly.

Walking on the pile of red maple leaves, it's easy to accidentally step on one and flatten it.

Xiao Jinsheng got up and chased after the bird out of the cave, looking down and searching everywhere for the orange-red bird.

Then I heard the sound of flapping wings coming from behind me.

Xiao Jinsheng turned around and saw the orange-red bird perched on a branch, biting a bunch of fruit in its beak.

Because he had no hands, he simply broke off a bunch of fruit from the branch and carried it in his mouth, and could only attract Xiao Jinsheng's attention by flapping his wings.

The orange-red bird, nibbling on a thin branch of fruit, lowered its head to signal Xiao Jinsheng to catch it.

But Xiao Jinsheng just looked up at him and grinned foolishly, without reacting at all.

After several hints and explicit suggestions, the orange-red bird wondered if it was due to a language barrier.

He could only leave the fruit hanging on the tree for the time being, and said to Xiao Jinsheng, "Don't make me read your mind."

"But you can read my heart."

"Didn't you say that one's innermost thoughts are a person's privacy?" Xiao Jinsheng asked, "So I'll know your secret then?"

“I have no secrets,” the orange-red bird replied immediately.

Before taking the fruit back, he reminded Xiao Jinsheng, "This is for you."

This time, the orange-red bird bowed its head to offer fruit, and Xiao Jinsheng reached out to take it.

But even after she got the fruit, she was still standing under the tree, looking up at the orange-red bird and grinning foolishly.

The orange-red bird tilted its head, puzzled: "Why don't you go back to the cave?"

"I've been thinking about something," Xiao Jinsheng said with a smile, "but you can't fly now, can you?"

"So how did you climb the tree?"

Upon hearing this, the orange-red bird froze.

Then Xiao Jinsheng asked with a smile, "Little bird, how are you going to get down later?"

"I have my own way," the orange-red bird replied, its expression tense.

As it turned out, Xiao Jinsheng simply stood under the tree and waited for him, showing no intention of leaving at all.

At this moment, the man and the bird stared at each other, locked in a stalemate.

Finally, the orange-red bird couldn't resist and flapped its wings, jumping directly off the tree trunk.

He can land freely, so he doesn't look like a bird at all.

Just as he was about to fall headfirst into the red maple leaf field, a wisp of mist gently lifted him up.

The orange-red bird stood on the clouds and initially felt good.

But as Xiao Jinsheng raised the clouds higher, the clouds that were carrying him became thinner and thinner.

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air came directly from beneath my feet.

"I'm sorry." Seeing the orange-red bird eagerly trying to stand on the clouds, Xiao Jinsheng smiled and thickened the clouds again, apologizing, "I thought you preferred thinner clouds."

"Why do I feel like you were taking revenge just now?" The orange-red bird's gaze fell on her barely concealed mischievous smile.

"No, absolutely not," Xiao Jinsheng shook his head in rebuttal.

She held up two fingers and swore with a sincere expression: "I'm just a stone. What bad intentions could a stone possibly have?"

"I'm going down," the orange-red bird reminded Xiao Jinsheng, wanting the clouds to descend.

Xiao Jinsheng, mimicking his usual reaction, tilted his head slightly and said, "Beg me."

"Huh?" The orange-red bird looked at Xiao Jinsheng in surprise and shock.

Looking into his pure, questioning, rosy eyes, Xiao Jinsheng guiltily changed his words: "I mean, do you need me to teach you how to fly?" "I can fly too," Xiao Jinsheng drawled.

To prove she could ride the wind, she rode the wind herself, sitting cross-legged and suspended in mid-air.

"The flight I want is not what you understand," the orange-red bird shook its head.

"Isn't it just flying?" Xiao Jinsheng asked, puzzled.

The orange-red bird did not answer, but urged Xiao Jinsheng to hurry back to the cave to rest.

He turned and walked further away.

Xiao Jinsheng did not read his thoughts.

She secretly followed behind him.

Just as he hid in the bushes, he bumped into Qing Sangbiao, who was rummaging through the fallen leaves with his claws.

"Shi..." Upon seeing Xiao Jinsheng, Qing Sangbiao raised his voice to ask.

Xiao Jinsheng reached out and easily pinched its mouth shut with just two fingers.

"Shh." Xiao Jinsheng said in a low voice, then pointed to the orange-red bird that seemed to be looking for something, signaling Qing Sangbiao to be quiet.

Qing Sangbiao was very obedient and nodded.

After Xiao Jinsheng let go, he followed behind Xiao Jinsheng furtively, peeking at the orange-red bird.

He looks more like a thief than Xiao Jinsheng.

The little orange-red bird searched for more than three hours among a pile of fallen leaves before finally finding a red stone the size of a soybean.

"Tch." Qing Sangbiao immediately scoffed, "I thought he was looking for some treasure, but it's just stones again."

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm not watching anymore." Qing Sangbiao shook his head and was about to leave: "It's not fun at all."

Xiao Jinsheng, however, looked at the stone that the orange-red bird had found.

The surface shows faint starstone energy.

Thinking of the memories and superpowers that Suzawa Ren didn't have.

She had a guess in her mind.

Ren, who has turned back into a bird, wants to fly again.

Could it be that he's going to regain his superpowers and memories?
Seeing that Qing Sangbiao was about to leave, Xiao Jinsheng quickly followed him.

As for the problem with Suzawa Ren, she can read Suzawa Ren's mind later.

We can ask Qing Sangbiao some other questions.

"Stone, are you asking when Que Zelian came to the Cloud Sky World?" Qing Sangbiao tilted his head in confusion.

“Yes.” Xiao Jinsheng nodded: “I want to know how long he has been living in the Cloud Sky World.”

"Let me count them." Qing Sangbiao spread its wings, spread its feathers, and began to count its own feathers.

"One, three, six, two, seven, five, nine, four..."

"Wait! Wait!" Xiao Jinsheng hurriedly stopped it, his eyes wide with horror: "You count like that?"

"Don't you count like this?" Qing Sangbiao was very puzzled as to why Xiao Jinsheng reacted so strongly.

Xiao Jinsheng even demonstrated for it: "Shouldn't it be one, two, three, four, five, six, seven?"

“Illiterate,” Qing Sangbiao said firmly, pointing at her.

One sentence was enough to leave Xiao Jinsheng frozen in place.

Qing Sangbiao shook his head in disgust: "Don't interrupt. If you can't count, just admit it. Nobody will laugh at you."

Having said that, it ignored Xiao Jinsheng's interference and started counting seriously.

It took me five minutes to figure out the twenty-odd numbers.

"Nineteen, twelve, twenty-four, ten, eleven, twenty-five." Qing Sangbiao nodded in satisfaction: "I've figured it out. Que Zelian has been in the Cloud Sky World for twenty-five years."

"Twenty-five?" Xiao Jinsheng's numb gaze swept over the feathers it had just counted.

You wouldn't notice it if you didn't look at it.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the feathers Qing Sangbiao had just counted totaled exactly twenty-five.

"Pretty impressive." Guess clicked her tongue. "Although the process was wrong, the result was correct."

(End of this chapter)