Chapter 626

"Yes, now."

Duanmu yawang touched his head: "it's hard for you. Just give this piece of paper to longyi. Let longyi hand it over to the horse steward himself. The horse steward knows what to do when he sees the paper."

"OK."

LAN ling'er's wings shook twice, as if to wake up himself. His mouth pecked the back of Duanmu yawang's hand, "then I'll go."

Duanmu yawang was about to nod. Gong Yulan stopped it: "wait."

"What's the matter?"

Duanmu looked at Gong Yulan and said, "what's the problem?"

"Give me a drop of your blood." Gong Yulan looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "it's better to have a hair."

"Ah? What are you doing here?"

Gong Yulan said two words faintly: "Xuanniao."

"Ah?"

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Finally, Duanmu yawang poked a drop of blood with a needle and pulled out two hair for Gong Yulan. Gong Yulan looked at what she had prepared and looked at LAN linger: "a feather."

"OK."

LAN ling'er didn't dare to disobey. She answered weakly. Her small mouth pecked on her wings, took down a feather and carefully handed it to Gong Yulan.

Gongyulanzhi didn't take it immediately. The index finger of his left hand gently scratched on the palm of his right hand, and a pool of red gushed out of his palm!

"Gongyu Lanzhi!"

Duanmu looked at it with a tight heart.

The Sanskrit Sutra understood what Gong yulanzhi was doing. His eyes were dark and immediately stopped him: "master, you can't..."

Before he finished, Gong Yulan glanced at him faintly.

The Sanskrit Sutra held the crutch tightly, and finally said nothing. He watched Gong Yulan take the drop of blood from Duanmu yawang and fuse with the blood in his palm.

Then put Duanmu yawang's hair and LAN linger's feathers flat on his bloody palm, close his eyes and meditate, and gently cover these three things with his other palm.

After a while, they saw that there was a sudden flash of light between Gong yulanzhi's palms.

She was about to think about what he wanted to do. Gong yulanzhi's palm had spread out. At the same time, in his palm stood a bird similar to LAN linger, but LAN linger was blue and smaller.

And this bird, whose body is bigger than LAN linger, is more slender and elegant. It is purplish red all over, with soft color, pure dazzling light and dazzling beauty!

LAN linger stood beside it and immediately became a weak ordinary bird

Well, in a word, the bird seems to be more... Tall!

The bird was really beautiful. Duanmu looked at it and forgot to blink. "Gongyulan, it..."

Gong Yulan didn't look at her. He glanced at the tall bird: "name."

"Ziyuan."

The purple bird had a mouth and only answered two words.

Well, this is a high cold bird, which is completely different from LAN linger's huantuo.

And... It sounds good.

LAN ling'er's is as crisp as a yellow warbler out of the valley, while Ziyuan's is really pleasant. Listening to its voice, we all feel that it is jumping with the notes.

She looked at LAN ling'er and Ziyuan, and suddenly felt some sympathy for LAN ling'er.

LAN ling'er wilted at the moment when the purple wall came out, drooped his head and looked at the purple wall silently.

Ziyuan stood tightly without looking at it.

Duanmu yawang asked, "gongyulan stops, and Ziyuan comes out for..."

Gong Yulan glanced at LAN linger. "It should be watched by someone. No matter what it does, someone should track it. It sends you messages and also transmits the other party's messages. If it's important news, it's best not to use it for the time being."

When Gong Yulan stopped talking, he took out the paper placed by mu yawang under LAN ling'er's ankle and put it on the foot of Ziyuan he had just transformed.

LAN ling'er glanced at Duanmu ya, and his expression was very innocent. Duanmu Ya looked comfortingly and touched his head, "well, you can have a rest. It's very good."

This is probably the only comfort.

It was estimated that he understood LAN linger's sadness, and Ziyuan finally glanced at it.

But at a glance, he took back his sight.

LAN ling'er didn't miss the proud touch at the bottom of his eyes. He immediately stared. He was the same bird. What's his pride! Have the ability to turn into human form!

"I will."

It seemed to see LAN linger's idea, and Ziyuan's beautiful voice was communicating with it.

LAN linger heard the bird's beak open.

Duanmu yawang didn't know the contest between the two birds. He couldn't help asking, "Gong Yulan, does this bird... Really exist, or is it just a puppet, a spell, it will be disillusioned?"

Gong Yulan glanced at LAN linger and said faintly, "the two birds come in the same way. Since it won't be disillusioned, it won't be disillusioned."

Duanmu yawang remembered the origin of LAN linger. It was a bird made of black iron, because a drop of her blood became alive.

In front of the bird, it had a feather of LAN linger, that is, it was equivalent to a piece of black iron, and then it was transformed by fusing the blood of her and Gong Yulan.

She understood, looked at Ziyuan and said, "please do this." when she said that, seeing that its hair color was really beautiful, she stretched out her hand to touch it. As a result, people's beautiful head turned and avoided it.

“……”

Gong Yulan narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at the purple wall.

Ziyuan's quiet bird eyes moved and paused, then put his head into Duanmu yawang's palm and rubbed it gently.

Its movements were gentle, but it was rude compared with LAN linger's coquetry. Moreover, for some reason, Duanmu Ya looked at it and saw the words "treat death as if it were home".

She was in a state of bewilderment. Ziyuan rubbed Duanmu Ya's palm and immediately bounced away. A pleasant voice sounded: "let's go now?"

Gong Yulan looked at Duanmu ya, "what do you say?"

"Let's go now."

Duanmu yawang opened the window. Ziyuan was full of spirituality. He didn't need to be prompted at all. He flashed his dazzling purple wings twice. He spread his wings and circled in the room twice before flying out of the window.

Looking at its beautiful silhouette, LAN linger muttered: "I know your wings are long and your hair color is more expensive than mine, but as for showing off with me, who do you want to show off to?"

No one heard its murmur. Looking at Ziyuan, he disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye. Duanmu yawang asked, "won't it be tracked by those people?"

Before Gong yulanzhi answered, the Sanskrit Sutra hummed proudly: "it's impossible unless the man who tracks it has a cultivation above his master."

Duanmu yawang listened and was relieved immediately.