Ah?! Meng Jiuzhao hummed a few times and told the adult that he was awake.

We are going home. Black uncovered the blanket and saw the little guy blinking his big eyes at him. Perhaps because he was a human figure like himself, Black felt that it was much easier to judge the little guy's face than to judge the other one.

After saying this, he gently pressed the insincere little guy into the bag in his arms. The other cub was still sleeping soundly, his little body was warm and could keep his brother warm.

Meng Jiuzhao, who was suppressed, was unwilling to accept that he tried to protrude his head while Black was not paying attention. He noticed that the winged people lined up in a long queue. Meng Jiuzhao realized that this was a kind of migration. If it was based on the habits of birds, it was not difficult to understand the behavior of these winged people: they should not live here, but came to lay eggs, and now it is time for them to go back. However, he vaguely felt that this situation should not be the norm, for no reason: the cubs are too small!

Generally, animals with this habit will wait until their puppies are more suitable for traveling and life before they start returning. Most of the puppies are unable to walk for a long time, let alone themselves.

For most young people, their lives have not changed much. They have family care and don’t eat or drink less. They still eat or sleep every day. However, for Meng Jiuzhao, the feeling of traveling is not very good. The milk of the new nurse is not good, and it is not enough to drink. His appetite is increasing, but the milk of the nurse is getting less and less. Within a few days, the fat face of the milk, which was originally fat, shrunk a circle. In contrast to him, his hair is broken a few days later than him, and he can go down to the ground!

Although Daimao was born later than other cubs, it was bigger and faster than other cubs. It was about the second week of his trip. He started to shout in the bag, scratching and scratching. The hungry and powerless Meng Jiuzhao kicked him several times but was too lazy to resist. Finally, Black grabbed him out, and then Daimao broke free from the adult's hand and jumped down and ran. At first, it was stumbling, and then he walked more and more steadily. His small wings also grew well, unlike other cubs that seemed to be decorated. His wings not only helped him maintain balance, but also could fly for a few steps. This surprised Blake and Bai!

The earlier you walk, the stronger the cub is, and the chances of surviving will be greater than other cubs in the future!

In the first few days, he could only walk for a few hours, but slowly, his walking time was getting longer and longer. Looking at his crooked and decent figure, the tribesmen felt it was rare! After all, they had never seen cubs who could keep up with adults so quickly. Although they were not walking fast now because they were carrying their cubs, they couldn't help it for a long time!

Compared to Meng Jiuzhao who was weak like a little chicken, his hair was as strong as a wild boar! He began to imitate his fathers, smelling the changes in the smell of the air, leaving his claw marks on the trees (of course, the hair cannot be kept, he just kicked a few feet to make a point), and then pecked at grass seeds from time to time. The mouths of winged cubs are completely different from those of birds. They are closer to dinosaurs, with sharp teeth in their mouths, and their hairy teeth are already well-developed. Once when he came back and jumped into the bag, his big mouth went straight to Meng Jiuzhao's face.

It's over! This is considered an exclusive behavior in the animal world? Killing the cubs in the same nest to get more food. When he closed his eyes, Meng Jiuzhao was ready to play over. However, what was greeted was not Daemao's big teeth but a salty and sweet juice. When he opened his eyes, Meng Jiuzhao then found that a fruit was biting in Daemao's big mouth. The peel had been pierced by his fangs. The juice was ticking on Meng Jiuzhao's little face, and part of it fell into his mouth.

Meng Jiuzhao slaps a few times: Don’t say it, although it’s a bit like sugar salt, it’s good to replenish your energy!

So Meng Jiuzhao used his increasingly skinny little paws in the past few days to hug Daimao's big head, and tried hard to suck the juice from the fruit in Daimao's mouth.

Meng Jiuzhao had his first full meal in a few days.

When he finished eating, Daimao rubbed him, not disgusting his stickiness at all. Meng Jiuzhao was stunned and hugged Daimao with his backhand. This was the first time he had been close to Daimao.

In his heart, he did not think that he was in the same group as these winged people. He was Dujuan. He ate the food that he should have enjoyed and enjoyed the care of his parents, but treated Daimao as a livestock and never had the idea of ​​communicating with him.

But Daimao found that he hadn't had enough food these days, so he went to find him for food.

Meng Jiuzhao remembered that Daimao asked to jump out and walk by himself, as if it started when he was not full. Daimao really cared about him in his own way.
Chapter completed!