"Hey, let me go, grandson, you are so heavy. I can hardly carry your grandfather on your back." Little Jinlong's voice came from under Bai Linghanniao, who only felt his own body
It was rising slowly and almost fell into the liquid.
Xiao Jinlong's voice was still as tempered as ever, but it could be heard that it was a bit difficult for him to speak.
"Damn, you're always on my back. I've been carrying you for so long. What's wrong with you carrying me today?" Bai Linghan said stiffly. He also wanted to move his wings, but that one
My wings really feel like I can't move them now.
"Bai Ling, let me help you look at the wound." Bo Cixin said, and went to the injured place. After taking a look, fortunately the injury was not serious.
Bo Cixin skillfully put medicinal powder on Bai Linghanniao and bandaged it.[
"Hey, grandson, when will your wings get better? Can you still fly? I can't hold on any longer." Little Golden Dragon said with difficulty.
Bai Linghanniao waited until Bo Thorn's heart was bandaged and said, "My wings won't be healed. Grandson, your grandpa has to rely on you now."
"I said Bai Ling, are you kidding me? Do you want us to die together? I've already told you that you are very heavy and I can't bear it anymore. Please get well soon." Little Golden Dragon chirped.
There was a pile of them, but he used more force to lift them up a little higher.
"Anyway, if you die first, you will die first. After all, you are below us." Bai Linghanniao moved his wings gently. Although it hurt a little, he should be able to hold on after a while.
The little golden dragon looked up at the huge body of Bai Linghan Bird, and cursed the black-bellied bird in his heart. If it didn't carry it, it would definitely die. Now it's really hard to hold up a backrest even if it dies.
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"Bai Ling, when will the wings be able to move?" Bo Cixin asked with a beautiful frown.
Bai Linghan bird flapped its wings gently. Although it hurt a little, it could still bear the pain. "Master, don't worry, it will be over soon."
"I'm going, when is your coming soon? Grandpa, I really can't bear it anymore." The little golden dragon told the truth. This white spirit cold bird is too huge. Its current body is too small. It is
I really have no strength left.
Bai Linghanniao had a sly smile in his eyes, "As little as an hour, as much as three to five hours. You haven't heard of a hundred days of breaking your muscles and bones. I only need a few hours, which is already considered very impressive."
"Ah? An hour?" The little golden dragon widened his eyes and murmured in his heart, "One hour, one hour, it can do it, it can hold on for another hour."
The little golden dragon was only thinking about himself and did not feel that the strength on its back was slowly reducing.
By the time it calmed down, the white spirit cold bird had already flown up a foot high with its thin thorn heart.
"Hey, grandson, are you having a flashback? It's too scary." The little golden dragon flew up, trying to carry the Bai Linghan Bird again, but the Bai Linghan Bird could already fly on its own.
The white spirit cold bird flapped its wings gently, and bursts of cold air spread. It laughed at the little golden dragon, "Are you stupid? I think your IQ is equal to your weakness."
"Are you okay? Didn't you say it will take an hour?" The little golden dragon swam its body and flew up, blinking at Bai Linghanniao.