The crow was squatting on her head, and saw it tearing the poison into two sections. She didn't bother him, but moved up from under the tree.

It was not until her feet landed that she let out a breath and reached for the crow squatting on her head. The crow flapped her wings and landed on the branch not far in front of her, staring at her.

That arrogant little appearance, as if to say: small sample, with you want to catch me?

"At least you helped me, and I won't care about you." She said, while touching her head, by the crow grasp still some pain.

The wound was still bleeding, so she sat down on one side, took out the herbal medicine in the small bundle, chewed it and applied it on the wound, and then simply bandaged it up.

The crow looked at her with his head askew, his little black eyes rolling around, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that it didn't attack her, Downing just kept staring at her and stood up and looked around.

This is a protruding place on the cliff, surrounded by vines and covered with moss, it is impossible to climb up.

If you look down, you can see that there is a roar from below. Since you can't go up, you can only go down. So, she put the burden on her back, wrapped her hands in cloth strips, grabbed one of the vines, and went down.

"Why do crows report good news?"

The sudden sound made Downing's hand slip. He grabbed the vine and looked around. There was no one. His eyes fell on the crow that was flapping her wings and followed her. He looked at it for a long time.

"Are you talking?"

"It is Laozi who is talking. Why do you say that crows are good news?" The crow flapped her wings and stared at her, small and serious.

Tang Ning was stunned, thinking in his heart, could the fierce beast speak human words? I don't think so?

She just stopped for a moment and then said with a smile: "crows are filial piety birds. When young crows grow up, they know how to support their mother. In ancient times, there was even a saying that crows were divine birds. Just because crows like to eat rotten meat, wherever they go, there must be a smell of blood. Gradually, crows were passed on as ominous signs, thinking that crows crow must be a disaster, but it is not."

She thought that when she saw the crow crow for the first time, she said a word casually, and then asked, "you helped me before because I said a crow's good news?"

The crow listened to her words, the whole head is up high, the pair of black eyes rolling, as if to say, finally someone knows how to appreciate it.

Therefore, after hearing Downing's question, he opened his mouth and called twice: "dumb! Dumb! You are the first human being to say that crows are good news. "

Downing couldn't help laughing: "I see." What a mistake she made!

The crow flapped its wings and flew in front of her, staring at her. It seemed that he was looking at something. Half loud, a kind of benedictive language way: "human, it's rare that you have such a vision. I've decided that I'll make a contract with you!"

Hearing this, Downing crawled down, glanced at the crow and thought, if she refused directly, would the vine be torn by it? And then you fall dead?

After thinking about it, she coughed gently and said seriously: "although I want to contract with you, I can't, because you are a bird. You belong to the sky, not to me."