Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Chapter 158: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (1)

I didn't expect the winter in the south to be so cold.

The damp and cold air penetrates into the gaps between bones, it's fatal!

Well, this is the twenty-seventh time I jumped out of the animal realm.

Yes, I am a mountain eagle now.

A group of intellectuals waving books insisted on calling me a vulture. Humph, so annoying. Don’t they know that it is rude to point at a monk and call him a bald donkey?

What's more, I am a girl who loves beauty by nature!!!

I can blame the heavens, the earth, and genetics for not having hair on my head, but if you insist on pointing it out, then it’s all your fault!

It's so cold today that my brain is a little bit frozen. I rub my paws to keep warm.

I never dreamed that someone would keep a mountain eagle as a pet, and I am this lucky black and gray eagle.

I was accidentally discovered and rescued in a stone forest by my owner when he was traveling in the Northwest.

He told me that I had been out of the shell for at least half a day at that time. I was the size of a large quail, without a single hair on my body. I was lying shivering on the gravel ground, with only one breath left.

There were a few eagles circling in the sky, so even though I, a young vulture, didn't have much meat, I could still have a snack.

He picked me up in his palm, looked into my half-open eyes, and introduced himself politely.

He said his name was Song Qian.

Who wouldn’t be confused when hearing the pronunciation of this name? I love it so much.

【Ah——Dad! 】

A vague, milky voice exploded in Song Qian's mind, scaring him.

He was a retired soldier from the special forces, a staunch atheist, and did not believe in evil. He shook his hand slightly.

[Ah——Dad, dizzy! ]

He sat down on the ground, dumbfounded.

Because of my fledgling complex, I have recognized him as my father. No matter what you call him, he is my father.

I would follow him wherever he went. If he didn't let me follow him, I would cry, and the sound was so unpleasant and noisy.

He liked Rolls-Royce, but couldn't afford one with his own money, so he named me Phantom. Well, it sounds a bit sissy.

God knows how much I miss the earthy name Wang Defa.

Song Qian is already 49 years old this year. Thanks to his more than ten years of military career, he is still in good shape. The only difference is that his hair is like dandelions. Despite everyone's efforts to keep it, most of it has gone with the wind.

He said that they felt a strong affinity for me the first time they saw me.

o(￣ヘ￣o＃)Hehehe!

There is only one word difference between bald and vulture. They both have round heads, right?!

God had mercy on me. I died unjustly in my previous life, and the soul-resting jade on my neck that had already opened up space was brought to me, with half a honeycomb left inside.

However, the solid jade stone turned into a cinnabar mole the size of a fingernail on my chest, which was covered by the fluffy hair. No one could see it except me.

Keep smiling. Fortunately, I am only bald on my head, and the hair on my body is still thick enough to hide secrets.

Ha, thinking back on all these years of reincarnation, it seems like I have been relying on my luck, picking up equipment, and receiving blessings from the golden light of merit, which has strengthened my determination to reform myself and not do evil.

My Lord Judge, you are really good at playing tricks!

[Honey, you haven't bathed Phantom in a few days, it stinks! The whole room is full of odor! It's even more disgusting than the jar of pickled stinky tofu...]

The person who spoke was a short, plump, round-faced woman. She was Song Qian’s wife, Lin Xiaorou.

People and fame have nothing to do with each other, they are totally unrelated and extremely contradictory.

If you ask me, it would be better to change it to Lin Dahu, with his loud, fierce voice and not gentle at all.

Lin Xiaorou and I are at odds, a severe mysophobia VS a water-phobic carnivorous raptor. Because of Song Qian's indulgence and partiality, I have been completely defeated every time in the past few months...

Humph, you value beauty over your child.

An unusually burly, square-faced man heard the call and appeared at the door with a spatula in his hand, looking a little uncomfortable.

He is Song Qian.

[Wife, we just came back from outside. I will give it a bath tonight. It will definitely smell delicious. Please bear with it for now, ha~]

Lin Xiaorou put her hands on her hips, ran a few steps, bent her knees and jumped onto Song Qian's back. She grabbed the man's ears and whispered something...

Song Qian's ears turned red, and he quickly disappeared with her on his back, not forgetting to close the door before leaving...

【Ah——】

(?｀?Д?′)!!

Dad, you are not the dad I knew!!!

Cover your face. Even though I’m young, you’re showing off your affection in front of me. You’re so shameless!

【Ah——】

My screams were so ugly, like the sound of ten crows with influenza A and razor blades in their throats tied together and screaming at the same time.

Those who hear it are horrified and those who listen to it are terrified.

Song Qian once joked that he wanted me to go to a Hong Kong or Taiwan ghost movie crew to do a guest appearance in the sound effects. My screams are scarier than ghosts, and when the evil ghosts appear on the big screen, they will definitely be silent.

Damn it!

I'd better shut up and stop shouting. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

This small room was originally a warehouse, and there was nothing in it except a few empty wooden shelves.

Now, this is my single bird room.

It was hailstorming outside, some big and some small, hitting the windowsill like big and small beads falling on an iron plate, making a bang bang sound.

It covered up the equally rhythmic creaking sounds from the other side of the two walls. I wonder if they were chopping meat, or chopping meat? !

Oh, you are so young, don't be so yellow...

Thinking of what my father had just mentioned about giving me a bath, I shuddered and didn't care about anything lustful.

Because in my previous life, I was very afraid of water, and even the sight of drinking water made me dizzy.

Anyway, my digestive system is strong. After returning from the northwest this time, the rabbit meat and blood alone are enough to fill me up.

I don’t know how long it had been, but the aroma of fried pork with chili came in through the crack in the door, and it made me sneeze.

It must be the spicy chili peppers. They were half-cooked in less than a minute after being put into the wok. Who was the dad trying to kill with the spicy food? !

There were no curtains in the room, and I couldn't even find a mask that would fit...

I had no choice but to stick my head under the wings.

Well, Lin Xiaorou is right, it really stinks, these two vents on my head are not for decoration, yue...

(*+﹏+*)~ I can’t stand it!

It's better to die from the stink than to be choked to death by chili peppers.

After dinner, the couple chatted and laughed. One washed the dishes while the other went to the garage downstairs to get the Phantom's special bathtub in the RV.

【Ah——】

There is no way to avoid it. There is no way to avoid it.

Song Qian frowned and held the little thing with one hand, which struggled desperately when it saw the water.

His palms were large and each finger was strong and sturdy.

[Phantom, don't blame me for not warning you. My patience is limited. If you get mad at me, I can't hold back. Don't blame me if you make shit out of me!!!]

【Ah——Ah——】

If struggling is useless, I’ll use magic sonic attacks to scare the hell out of you!

Song Qian turned his head and showed me the colorful earplugs in his ears.

Uh……

[This is my wife's treasure. It is very useful to you! ]

【Ah——】

Song Qian pressed the little thing into the basin of water, leaving only its nostrils and pointed mouth exposed above the water, and rubbed it carefully.

God knows that along the way, half of the water in the RV was used to bathe it, and the other half was used to clean up the fluff and water stains flying all over the place because of its struggle.

Sometimes he couldn't get his toiletries replenished in time, so he only washed once every few days.

He kind of regretted picking up such a noisy guy... He was more worried about it than when he raised his own son.