"Yes, now."

Duanmu Yawang touched its head: "Thanks for your hard work, just give this piece of paper to Long Yi, and let Long Yi hand it over to Guan Ma, who sees the paper and knows what to do."

"good."

Lan Ling'er's wings flicked twice, as if to wake herself up, pecked the back of Duanmu Yawang's hand, "Then I'm leaving."

Duanmu Yawang was about to nod, but Gong Yulan stopped it: "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

Duanmu Yawang looked at Gong Yulan, "Is there any problem?"

"Give me a drop of your blood." Gong Yulanzhi looked at Duan Muya: "It's better to have a hair."

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

Gong Yulan faintly said two words: "Xuanniao."

"what?"

——

In the end, Duanmu Yawang poked a drop of blood to Gong Yulan Zhi with a needle, and also pulled out two hairs for him. Gong Yulan looked at what she had prepared and looked at Lan Ling'er: "A feather."

"OK."

Lan Ling'er didn't dare to disobey, and responded weakly. With a small mouth peck on his wing, he took off a feather and carefully handed it to Gong Yulan.

Gong Yulan didn't take it immediately, and with a light swipe of his left index finger on the palm of his right hand, his palm instantly burst into red!

"Gong Yulan stop!"

Duanmu Yawang's heart tightened.

The Brahma Sutra understood what Gong Yulan was doing, his eyes darkened, and he immediately blocked him: "Master, you can't..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Yulan gave him a faint glance.

The Brahma Sutra held the crutch tightly, and in the end he didn't say anything, watching the drop of blood that Gong Yulan took Duanmu Yawang and the blood in his palm fused.

Then he placed Duanmu Yawang's hair and Lan Ling'er's feathers flat on his bleeding palm, closed his eyes and meditated, while the other palm gently covered these three things.

After a while, everyone saw a flash of light between Gong Yulanzhi's palms.

She was about to think about what he wanted to do. Gong Yulan Zhi's palm was already spread out, and at the same time a bird similar to Lan Ling'er stood in his palm, except that Lan Ling'er was blue and was a little smaller.

And this bird is bigger than Lan Ling'er, but it is more slender and elegant. Its whole body is purple-red, the color is soft, the light is pure and dazzling, and it is so beautiful that it is dazzling!

Lan Ling'er stood beside it, and suddenly became a weak ordinary bird...

Well, in one sentence, that bird seems to be more...tall!

The bird is so beautiful, Duanmu Yawang couldn't help blinking her eyes, "Gong Yulan stop, it's it..."

Gong Yulan didn't look at her, but Yun Danfeng glanced at the tall bird: "Name."

"Ziyuan."

With a purple bird's beak, only two words were answered.

Well, this is a cold bird, and Lan Ling'er's love and joy are completely two styles.

And... the sound is so good.

Lan Ling'er's is as crisp as a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, while Ziyuan's is really pleasing to the ear. Listening to its voice, it feels like it is jumping with the notes.

She looked at Lan Ling'er and Zi Yuan again, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for Lan Ling'er.

The moment Lan Ling'er came out of Ziyuan, it wilted, drooping his head and silently looking at Ziyuan.

Ziyuan stood tightly, without even looking at it.

Duanmu Yawang asked, "Gong Yulan stopped, Ziyuan came out for..."

Gong Yulan glanced at Lan Ling'er, "It should be monitored. No matter what it does, someone should track it down. It is to send you a message and also to pass on the other party's news. If it is important. It’s better not to use it for the time being."

When Gong Yulan stopped speaking, he took out the paper that had been placed by Mu Yawang at the bottom of Lan Linger's ankle, and placed it on the foot of Zi Yuan who had just been transformed into him.

Lan Ling'er glanced at Duanmu Ya with a sorrowful look, with a very innocent expression. Duanmu Yawang touched his head comfortingly, "Well, you can take a rest, it's good."

This is probably the only comfort.

Presumably to understand Lan Ling'er's sadness, Zi Yuan finally glanced at it.

But at a glance, he withdrew his gaze.

Lan Ling'er didn't miss the arrogance in his eyes. It immediately stared, and it was the same bird. What is so arrogant about it! Have the ability to transform into a human form!

"I will."

As if seeing Lan Ling'er's thoughts, Ziyuan's nice voice was communicating with it.

Lan Linger's beak opened wide when she heard it.

Duanmu Yawang didn't know the contest between the two birds, and couldn't help but ask: "Gong Yulanzhi, this bird...is real, or is it just a puppet, and it will be disillusioned with a spell?"

Gong Yulan glanced at Lan Ling'er, and said lightly: "The two birds came in the same way. Since it will not be disillusioned, it will naturally not be disillusioned."

Duanmu Yawang remembered the origins of Lan Ling'er. It was a bird made of profound iron, because a drop of her blood became alive.

And the bird in front of him had a feather of Lan Ling'er, which was equivalent to having a piece of profound iron, and then fused the blood that she and Gong Yulan had stopped before it was transformed.

She understood, looked at Ziyuan, and said, "Then I'll leave it to you." When she said that, she saw that its coat was really beautiful, so she tried to touch it. As a result, her beautiful head turned and avoided it.

"..."

Gong Yulan narrowed his eyes and looked at Ziyuan coldly.

Ziyuan's silent bird's eyes moved for a while, then he stretched his head into Duanmu Yawang's palm and nudged it gently.

Its movements are fairly soft, but compared to Lan Ling'er's acting like a baby, it is still rude, and, for some reason, Duanmu Yawang saw the words'Deeming Death as Home' on it.

She was a little bit dumbfounded, Ziyuan rubbed Duanmu Yawang's palm, then bounced off immediately, and said in a pleasant voice, "Now let's go?"

Gong Yulan looked at Duanmu Yawang, "What do you think?"

"Then go now."

Duanmu Yawang opened the window, Ziyuan was full of spirituality, and he didn't need to be prompted by others at all. He flashed his dazzling purple wings twice, and hovered in the room twice before flying out of the window.

Looking at its beautiful silhouette, Lan Linger murmured: "I know that your wings are longer and the color of your coat is more expensive than mine, but as to show off with me, who do you want to give these two extra laps? Look?"

No one heard its muttering. Seeing Ziyuan disappear into the night sky in the blink of an eye, Duanmu Yawang asked, "Couldn't it be tracked by those people?"

Gong Yulan didn't answer, but the Brahma Sutra hummed proudly: "Unless the person tracking it has a cultivation base above the master, otherwise, it's impossible."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, and immediately relieved.