Thinking of this, Wu Feng's internal strength was stimulated. With his two fingers trembling, he shook the soft sword in the little demon's hand. The little demon hugged the big bird and took several steps back.

Then, Wu Feng reached into his arms and took out the pills that the ancestor grandfather gave him. Wu Feng put the pills in a small bottle and kept carrying them close to him. Wu Feng did not dare to neglect the things that the ancestor grandfather gave him, not only because it was too precious, but also because it was the thought left by the ancestor grandfather. Whenever he saw what he gave him, an old man covered in white hair appeared in Wu Feng's mind. He smiled slightly, as if he said to himself: "You little brat, don't practice hard, let's see how I deal with you today."

Seeing this little porcelain bottle, Wu Feng smiled knowingly, and also remembered the white-haired old man. I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss him very much. I don't know what happened to him now. In the dark cave, such a long lonely years, will you think of yourself occasionally?

Before Wu Feng could immerse himself in his imagination about his ancestor grandfather, the little demon suddenly shook his soft sword and ran towards Wu Feng again. While running towards Wu Feng, the little demon was still wondering, is this young man stupid? Why did he sit there and laugh foolishly after he took out a small bottle from his arms?

Hearing the sound of the soft sword, Wu Feng frowned again and said to the little demon girl lightly: If you want the big bird in your arms to die, then you will kill me.

The little demon girl's sword stopped three inches away from Wu Feng's chest, her eyebrows stood up, and she asked: What do you mean, didn't you say my aunt is helpless?

That was when I didn't remember it just now, but now I had a way to save it. Wu Feng said, patted his butt and stood up, reached out to block her sword, and looked at the big blue bird in the little demon's arms. Seeing that its abdomen was slightly undulating and not dead, he felt relieved.

You spread its mouth open and I will feed it a elixir. Wu Feng said half-jokingly.

The little demon girl was stunned, bit her rosy lips, and said skeptically: Don’t fool me of what kind of elixir. If I can’t save my aunt, I will definitely kill you.

Wu Feng ignored the little demon girl's words, but opened the small porcelain bottle and poured out a black pill from it, just like the size of a mung bean. When the pill was taken out, Wu Feng felt a little distressed. This was the pill given to him by his ancestor grandfather. He had never been willing to take it. This pill was extremely precious to him. He never thought that he would take it out and feed it to a bird today.

Despite his heartache, Wu Feng still sent the pill to the mouth of the blue thrush, carefully put it in, and then closed its bird pecking.

What did you eat for my aunt work? The little witch said with some concern.

I don’t know, it should be a medicine. I’m not sure whether it works or not. I can’t kill it anyway. Wu Feng touched the back of his head and said stupidly.

Your little demon girl glared at her almond eyes, but she had a different style. Wu Feng didn't expect that this little demon girl would look so beautiful when she was angry, and she was a little stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!