"Your name is Xie Juanchao?" Wan An asked aloud.

The two people in front of them were silent. Wan An thought maybe it was because he was now a bird. Xie Juanchao didn't recognize him and asked again: "Are you Xie Juanchao?"

"Xie Dui, is this little nightingale singing to you?" Mu Gang was confused.

He rolled his eyes, suddenly clapped his hands, and said, "I heard that nightingales sing to each other when courting."

"The little nightingale keeps calling to you, doesn't it mean that it treats you as a bird?" Mu Gang smiled a little bit.

Xie Juan glanced at him in silence: "This is the female bird."

"Don't they all say that when birds sing, they are courting a mate?" Mu Gang was puzzled.

"Who did you listen to?" Xie Juan frowned.

Mu Gang looked at Xie Juanchao with an expression that said you don't even know this: "You have never used a certain degree?"

Xie Junchao: "..."

Wan'an just looked at the two people, ignoring her chatting, and gradually came to his senses.

At this moment, he was in the body of a bird. No matter what he said, Xie Juanchao and the others couldn't understand him.

"I hate it!" Wan'an suddenly wailed.

"What do you hate?" Wu Ling was curious.

"I hate that I am not a parrot!" Wan An was heartbroken.

If she were a parrot, wouldn't she be able to speak directly?

"The little nightingale looks not in a good mood." Mu Gang couldn't see Wan An's expression as a nightingale, but he could clearly see the unwillingness in her eyes.

"Xie Juanchao." Wan'an suddenly raised his head and called out miserably to Xie Juanchao.

"Listen, listen, the little nightingale's voice has become mute." Mu Gang pointed at Wan'an.

At this moment, Wan'an was thinking about how he should perform so that he could clearly express his meaning to Xie Juanchao and the others.

She stood at the window sill and walked back and forth.

Mu Gang kept staring at her with an inscrutable look on his face: "Little Nightingale must be thinking."

Hearing this, Wan'an raised his head and looked at Mu Gang, his round and black eyes were particularly lively.

"The little nightingale is not going to sing to me, right?" Mu Gang guessed, the corners of his grinning lips revealing his inner excitement.

Wan'an ignored him, flew into the room, and landed on a table.

There are two tea cups on the table, both with water.

One cup is hot and one cup is cold.

Wan'an stood next to the cold cup, tentatively moving his paws back and forth.

"It's amazing. Little Nightingale knows to ask us first if she wants to drink water." Mu Gang looked surprised.

Wan'an Xiaohei glared at Mu Gang.

Why does this crew-cut guy talk more nonsense than her? Can you please stop interrupting her spell-casting performance every time?

"This cup belongs to Mu Gang. You can do whatever you want." Xie Juanchao returned to his seat.

The cup of hot tea was right in front of him.

"Little Nightingale, if you want to drink, just drink. If it's not enough, big brother, there's more." Mu Gang said enthusiastically.

Wan'an glanced at him and put one paw into the tea cup.

Mu Gang's expression froze.

Quietly admiring Mu Gang's reaction, Wan'an's paws were still stirring the water in the water glass.

"So the little nightingale wants to soak her feet..." Mu Gang remained silent because he couldn't figure out the little animal's thoughts.

"Of course not." Wan'an replied, but to Mu Gang's ears, it was a sweet bird call.

Wan An withdrew his paw from the water and started writing on the table.

"Cooked food." Mu Gang excitedly slapped the table and pointed at Wan'an: "I'll just tell you that this nightingale has become a spirit. You still don't believe it."

Xie Junchao lowered his eyes and looked at the words written on the table with his paws dipped in water in surprise.

"Do you want to eat cooked food?" Xie Junchao asked tentatively.

"Am I not afraid of diarrhea when eating raw food?" Even if Xie Juanchao couldn't understand what he said to them, Wan'an still couldn't change his habit of talking too much.

Even if you don't understand, you can still get a response from Wan'an's nodding action.

Xie Juanchao stood up and asked the hotel manager for two plates of bread, which were placed in front of Wan'an and Wu Ling.

Wu Ling raised his wings back, lowered his head and sniffed the golden toast, and kept shouting: "It's just this sweet and sweet, it smells so delicious!"

"Little Nightingale, you are so powerful. You can even use your feet to get food from human hands." Wu Ling looked at Wan'an with admiration in his eyes.

"Small operations, small operations." After flying for so long, Wan'an was already hungry.

Now it doesn't matter to her whether Xie Junchao is a boy or a girl, she has to fill her stomach first.

Thinking about it, Wan'an opened his mouth and pecked at the toast.

The crust of the toasted bread was golden and crispy. Wan'an was inexperienced and didn't even get the crumbs when he pecked at the top.

She did not believe in evil and avoided the crust to eat the softer core.

Unfortunately, the mouth was too small, and I was not very good at using it on the first day. After eating for a long time, the bread crumbs flew everywhere, but not one bite went into my stomach.

"Why!" Wan'an was completely dumbfounded: "I won't be the first bird to starve to death."

"Hehehehe, little nightingale can't eat, hahahaha." Mu Gang stood aside and laughed mercilessly.

Wu Ling couldn't see this human being's arrogance, so he walked up to Mu Gang and kicked over his newly filled teacup.

Tea dripped down the table and onto Mu Gang's crotch.

"As expected of you, Brother Ya, for being so ruthless as a bird." Mu Gang was not annoyed with Wu Ling and was still teasing.

Xie Juanchao propped up his chin and quietly observed Wan'an's collapse and explosion.

Raising his hand, he tore the bread into small strips and fed it to her: "Eat it."

Wan'an lowered his head and took a piece of bread from his palm, finally eating the bread this time.

Not to mention, it is really convenient for a human being to have both hands and a mouth.

With Xie Juanchao feeding him, Wan'an was satisfied with his meal.

After eating a few mouthfuls, he raised his paw and kicked the teacup beside him.

Xie Juanchao understood immediately and took out a new teacup and poured Wan'an a glass of cold water.

Wan'an shook his head at him and waved in front of him.

The shiny feathers on his body fluttered.

Xie Juanchao quickly added a little hot water to the tea cup. After he estimated that the water was no longer freezing, he placed it in front of Wan An.

Sure enough, Wan'an was satisfied this time. He drank some water reservedly and called Xie Juanchao several times in a good mood: "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome." Xie Juan looked into his light starry eyes with a faint smile.

Wan'an looked at it in a daze, feeling that Xie Juanchao's figure seemed to overlap with when he and Xie Wenrou were getting along.

Looking carefully again, I found that Xie Junchao had returned to his usual indifference.

"Little Nightingale, these two humans are so easy to talk to." Wu Ling finished eating the bread, feeling extremely satisfied.

"Are we going to ask for candy from other humans now?" Wu Ling has not forgotten his purpose. He knocked on the window this time to get candy.

Wan'an shook his head: "We won't go to other humans, we will just follow them."

It is rare to meet an acquaintance who is also a player. It is obviously more convenient to follow Xie Junchao. Of course Wan'an will not leave.

Wan'an and Wu Ling did not shy away from Xie Juan's approach to them, and they discussed it openly and openly.

However, Mu Gang warned Xie Juan in a low voice: "This little nightingale is so smart, could it be another player's prop?"

"No." Xie Juan shook his head.

He couldn't help but glance at Wan'an again, feeling that those eyes looked familiar.

Much like a player he met.

Xie Juanchao observed Wan An calmly, and saw Wan An flying around the room as if patrolling the territory, stopping here and there, and finally chose the softest spot on the sofa and lay down.

"What's wrong with you, little Nightingale? You're not dead, are you?" Wu Ling raised his head from the water glass and saw Wan An falling into the sofa, motionless.

"The sofa is still comfortable, come and try it." Wan An lay back on the sofa, feeling that all the fatigue from the day's flight was gone.
Chapter completed!