It beats birds

[Today's praise task has been refreshed. I received 3 words from Xie Juchao that praised me as a teammate with high evaluation. The content of each praise cannot be repeated. The praise words "trust", "reliability" and "trust" have been collected. The task progress is 3/3]

[Today’s praise task has been completed]

[Congratulations, your intimacy value with the player ‘Xie Junchao’ is +1, the current intimacy value is 11/???]

"I hope we can really have a happy cooperation this time." Wan An glared at Xie Juanchao in a warning manner, then slowly raised his paw and placed it on his palm.

"Thank you for your trust." Xie Juan slowly raised the corners of his lips and closed his palms.

A new cooperation was reached again. Wan'an took back his hand and turned to push the lid of the box containing the spider: "I won't talk to you now. I want to finish interrogating this spider before 0 o'clock."

Wan'an pushed open the wooden box. Seeing the light, the silvery red-haired spider retreated to the place where the wooden cover was still blocking it, and made a very weak sound: "Hiss."

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Wan An leaned his face into the wooden box.

The spider looked up and saw a round, dark head appearing above him, with pointed ears, staring at it with a pair of bright brown eyes.

That face, not counting its eight long legs, is just as big as its body.

"Hiss." The spider huddled in the corner and remained motionless, still making a weak sound.

"Wuling, can you understand what the spider is talking about?" She couldn't tell what the spider's voice meant several times in a row. If the spider didn't want to communicate with her, it would be because she was not a real animal.

Wan'an invited foreign aid. The Wuling flew down from the table, folded its wings, swayed from side to side and walked towards the spider: "Don't worry, little nightingale, as the God of Death, I am the most popular among the birds, of course among them.

Even the little bugs like it."

"No insect dares to answer Lord Death's question."

As he spoke, Wu Ling raised a paw, stepped domineeringly on the frame of the wooden box where the spider was placed, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where are you from? Why are you attacking Little Nightingale? Tell me everything you know.

Speed ​​up."

This time the spider didn't make any more noise. It turned around silently, its tail facing Wu Ling.

"Master Death is asking you something, please answer quickly." Wu Ling stretched out his claws directly across the wooden box to scratch the spider's back.

The spider turned around and spit out a thin thread, entangling Wuling's claws with the corner of the wooden box, causing Wuling to scream wildly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the spider raised its two legs and kicked Wu Ling directly, kicking it out of the wooden box: "Hiss——"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, little nightingale, it's hunting birds." Wu Ling climbed up, rolled and crawled and hid behind Wan'an.

Wan'an: "...Didn't you say you had plucked a tiger's hair? And you stood on the tiger's head?"

That's it?

"That, that, that's different. I'm not ready this time. I can stand on its head right now." Wu Ling was not convinced and flapped his wings wildly while circling the wooden box.

Heidou stared inside the wooden box, looking for the best angle, waiting for the most suitable time to fly in.

"Okay, okay, let's let it go first." Wan'an quickly stopped Wu Ling, staring at the spider with some sadness: "It seems that even animals, not all animals can communicate with each other."

"Have you learned anything from the interrogation?" The coded language that surrounded his ears made Xie Juanchao curious and could only ask Wan'an.

Wan An looked up at him with a serious look on his face.

He stared at Xie Juanchao's already upright sitting posture and became more upright, waiting expectantly, when he saw Wan'an make two "hisses" towards him.
Chapter completed!