The bird's food is as big as the black cat in Lu Yuan's family. The nutrition that ordinary things can provide them is too little.

The black cat goes to the Grizzly Fairy for free every day, and the bird eats three boxes of Dove chocolates under the gaze of the long distance.

Finally, she sat on the ground with satisfaction and burped after eating her beak.

"Thank you, Mr. Shu, I haven't eaten such delicious food in many years."

She realized that she had lost her composure and stood up and bowed with the bird's body.

"Then should we talk about the serious business?"

Lu Yuan moved a table and chair to sit down in front of the bird, and the black cat jumped onto the table.

Although she was shocked... her loyalty to her young palace master still kept her on the table.

"First of all, do you remember what you usually survived by eating?"

Lu Yuan took a look at the news from Xunyi's junior sister on WeChat. The amnesia symptoms of this corpse-painted bird seemed to have reached a very serious level.

Except for her own goal to find the young palace master, she also has some memories and knowledge of her own personality, she doesn't remember anything else.

She thought for a while and shook her head helplessly, saying that she didn't remember what she survived by eating.

"It's probably the dead spirit." The black cat looked at the fat chirping and said, "The only dead spirit energy in this spiritual spring and the dragon vein can provide her. The corpse-painted bird has the ability to swallow people's nightmare, but this bloodline magic power may have been used by her to block her memories."

"Closing your memory... Is it true that the memory is affected?" Lu Yuan also felt that the bird was a little strange.

Logically, she stayed in the dragon vein filled with dead spirit for so long, and she shouldn't be so cowardly and afraid of things. She probably had become an irritable man-eating bird long ago.

"Do you mind if I spy on your spiritual consciousness?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Sir, Tree...please." She tightened her wings as if she was pulling her clothes, but she still raised her head to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan stretched out his finger and put it on her furry head.

It is the first time that the spiritual consciousness has been spying on a long journey, which is also a way to use the Qinglian Heart Method

The spiritual consciousness of this corpse-painted corpse bird is the same as the current situation of the spiritual spring dragon vein. It is covered by dark miasma, and only its spiritual consciousness core is emitting a slight brightness.

Lu Yuan tried to introduce the spiritual energy of Xuanyang Zhenren to disperse her spiritual consciousness.

But when her body trembled slightly, Lu Yuan realized that he had hurt her and quickly withdrew the spiritual energy of Xuanyang Zhenren.

If you want to dispel the miasma in her spiritual consciousness, you may have to use her own spiritual energy.

These decent cultivators, especially the spiritual energy of Xuanyang Zhenren, will directly burn her spiritual consciousness.

"Just enter the process of helping you collect spiritual energy." Lu Yuan didn't want to ask her more about what hardships she had suffered over the years to survive.

He started his job directly.

That is to help this little fat boy return to society.

"First of all, tell me...how do you want to collect the energy of your spiritual practice?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Collect the aura of life?" She was stumped by Lu Yuan's question, but she quickly realized, "Shu Gong, what Jier is practicing our tribe's 'youhui Dream-Devouring Skill'. As you are referring to the kind of incense, I can swallow not only human nightmare, but also human resentment and anger can also turn into my aura."

"Resentment and anger, this sounds interesting."

Lu Yuan was thinking about what to do to let this fat chick collect resentment and anger, so he quickly asked again...

"Then do you have any other specialties? It's either in practice or in life."

When Lu Yuan peeked into her spiritual consciousness just now, he could feel that her cultivation was not bad. After all, she was the Xinbird of the Palace Master of Zhou Jueyin Tiangong. She has a little cowardly personality but is not something that ordinary human monks can subdue.

If you insist on saying that the state may be slightly worse than that of the Mahayana period?

In short, if you are far away, you can be sure that this bird can become a girl!

"Special skills, Jier can fly thousands of miles without slack off, and has the blood power that can move in the painting, but I have to talk about the specialties in life." She thought for a while, and the memories as important as the young palace master emerged in her memory.

"Jiu'er can draw! Jiuer's mother has taught Jiuer to draw since she was a child. This is also very useful for Jiuer's practice. I just don't know if this useless skill can come in handy."

"How can you say it's useless? What are your painting style and style? Can you show it to me?"

Lu Yuan immediately had a lot of ideas when he heard the bird's specialties, but the bird's wings were logically unable to pick up the pen, right? Could it be that it was painted with the bird's beak?

"This... I wonder if the Lord Shu has a painting scroll that can accommodate one person. Jiuer needs to rely on this medium to transform into a human body, otherwise it will consume a lot of spiritual energy." She looked at Lu Yuan's shining eyes and said with a timid look.

"Painting scroll? You wait..."

Lu Yuan returned to the flat villa of Century Building and took in the picture of the lady hanging in the bedroom that Senior Brother Ning Qing had seen before.

The picture of this lady is very large, with a length of about 1.3 meters wide. I don’t know why the owner of the bedroom bought this hanging painting for.

"Is this OK?" Lu Yuan put the picture of the lady in front of Jiuer, and at the same time disassembled the glass surface of the hanging painting.

"Although it is not a fairy painting, it should be useful if you spend some time on Pinjiuer. Please wait for your husband."

As the fat chirp said, he made a high-altitude diving position and jumped directly into the painting. The surface of the painting even caused some ripples.

Lu Yuan felt that the spiritual energy on her body was rapidly depleting

After half an hour, the loss of spiritual energy stopped when thirty-three strands were consumed.

Judging from Lu Yuan's perception of her before, all the spiritual energy in this fat chick's body was only about four hundred strands.

Lu Yuan stared at the surface of the picture of the lady. A furry head first appeared, and then a pair of burgundy eyes looked up at Lu Yuan.

There are also obvious ear feathers on both sides of her long silver hair, but just looking at her face is no different from humans.

Is this the magic of monsters transforming humans?

This fat girl has a similar body as Lu Yuan imagined, and she is the petite and cute girl.

"Sir Shu... I laughed." She said shyly, burying half of her face in the painting.

"It's pretty good, but... will you change even if you can change Jinyu?" Lu Yuan pointed to Fatty, who had already become a human in the painting, and asked about his black cat.

The expression on the black cat's face seemed to say 'Become your grandma'.

"Her cultivation is still shallow, and she has the blood power of transforming into a human. Her spiritual energy is not consumed much. I will consume more than a hundred times that of her. If you want to see me like this, I will wait until my spiritual energy has accumulated enough."

The black cat acted very calmly, and she was also very confident about how she became a human. Recently, the cat learned to cheat by eating to collect spiritual energy. Although the number was not large, only about ten strands of three meals a day.

"Okay..."

Lu Yuan didn't force his black cat to transform, and focused on the fat guy who had already transformed into a human body.

"Then please show your painter first." Lu Yuan found a lot of pens and white paper.

The pen is used by Lu Yuan himself, from ballpoint pens to pencils for painting, to oil paint, to crayons and colored pens.

Although Lu Yuan hasn't been to class for a long time, no matter how he is, he is still a student who studies design. He still has the most basic art skills.

"Are these all the drawings of the present world?"

Jiuer stretched out her hand and rolled the pencil on the table. Her upper body had leaked out. Her clothes could show some of the styles of Zhou Jueyin Tiangong during the clothes.

Her lower body is still in the painting, and it seems that she cannot leave this painting during her transformation.

"Yes, you'll know if you draw it." Lu Yuan handed her a sharpened pencil.

After studying how to hold the pencil for a while, she began to draw on the white paper.

At first, she was a little uncomfortable, but later she gradually adapted, so the movements drawn on her hands began to speed up.

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel the lines on the drawings moving?" Lu Yuan stared at the action drawn by the fat chick, and the lines she drew were floating like a living thing.

"The method of immortal painting, this bird demon has a good at painting skills." The black cat also had a bit of praise when he looked at the painting that was constructed in less than five minutes.

"How did you draw ink painting style with a pencil?"

Lu Yuan looked at the shape of the last painting. This fat chime painted Lu Yuan or the tree lord wearing a mask.

The charm of shadows and composition is still...the style of ink painting.

"Don't you like it?" she asked in fear.

"No, the problem is not this. Do you have any other styles?" Lu Yuan should have sighed at this time... The yield of this fat chick is too high.

A finished product with super high quality in five minutes may be something a lot of painters dare not think of.

“Other styles?”
Chapter completed!