I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

"Your name is Xie Juichao?" Wan An asked out loud.

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

"Captain Xie, is this little nightingale singing to you?" Mu Gang was puzzled.

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

"Little Nightingale keeps barking at you, maybe she thinks you are a bird." Mu Gang smiled a bit thief.

Xie Jue glanced at Shen Mo: "This is a female bird."

"Don't they all say that birds that sing like they're courting a mate?" Mu Gang was puzzled.

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

Mu Gang looked at Xie Yuchao, with an expression on his face that you didn't even know this: "A certain degree, have you never used it?"

Xie Yuchao: "..."

Wan An just looked at the two of them, ignoring her chatting, and gradually came to his senses.

It was the bird's body at the moment, no matter what he said, Xie Yuchao and the others couldn't understand it.

"I hate it!" Wan An wailed suddenly.

"Hate what?" Wu Ling was curious.

"I hate myself for not being a parrot!" Wan An was heartbroken.

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

"Little Nightingale is 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 Juichao." Wan An raised his head suddenly, and called Xie Juichao pitifully.

"Listen, listen, Little Nightingale's voice is hoarse." Mu Gang pointed at Wan'an.

At this moment, Wan'an is thinking about how he should perform in order to clearly express his meaning to Xie Yuchao and the others.

She stood on the window sill and walked up and down.

Mu Gang just stared at her with an inscrutable expression on his face: "Little Nightingale must be thinking."

Hearing this, Wan An raised his head and looked at Mu Gang, his eyes were round and dark, and they were very energetic.

"Little Nightingale is going to sing to me, right?" Mu Gang guessed, the corners of his grinning mouth revealing the excitement in his heart.

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

There are two teacups with water on the table.

One cup is hot and one cup is cold.

Wan An stood next to the cold cup, tentatively moving his claws, shaking them 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 round eyes glared at Mu Gang.

Why is this flat-headed brother talking more nonsense than her? Can you stop interrupting her spellcasting performance every time.

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

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

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

Wan An glanced at him, raised his paw and stuck it into the teacup.

Mu Gang's expression froze.

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

"So Little Nightingale wants to soak her feet..." Mu Gang was silent because he couldn't figure out the little animal.

"Of course not." Wan'an replied, but to Mu Gang's ears, it was the melodious song of a bird.

Withdrawing the paws that had been put into the water, Wan An began to write on the table.

"Cooked food." Mu Gang slapped the table excitedly, pointing at Wan'an: "I said that this nightingale has become a genius, you still don't believe it."

Xie Juan looked down at the words written on the table with water on his paws in surprise.

"Do you want cooked food?" Xie Juichao asked tentatively.

"I'm not afraid of diarrhea if I eat raw food?" Even if Xie Juichao and the others couldn't understand what he said, Wan'an still couldn't change his habit of talking too much.

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

Xie Juanchao got up and asked the person in charge of the hotel to order two plates of bread, which were placed in front of Wan'an and Wu Ling respectively.

Wu Ling flapped his wings back, lowered his head and sniffed the golden-yellow toast, and kept shouting, "This is the sweet smell, it smells so delicious!"

"Little Nightingale, you are so powerful, you can get food from humans with your feet." Wu Ling looked at Wan'an with eyes full of admiration.

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

It doesn't matter to her whether Xie Yuchao is a man or a woman, she has to fill her stomach first.

Thinking about it, Wan An opened his mouth and pecked at the toasted bread.

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

She doesn't believe in evil, and avoids the crust for the softer crumb inside.

However, the beak is too small, and I was not proficient in using the bird's beak on the first day. After eating for a long time, the bread crumbs flew around, and I didn't get a bite into my stomach.

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

"Hehehe, Little Nightingale doesn't know how to eat, hahahaha." Mu Gang stood aside and laughed mercilessly.

Wu Ling couldn't see the human being's shyness, so he walked up to Mu Gang with his claws, raised his claws and kicked over his newly filled teacup.

The tea dripped down the table to Mu Gang's crotch.

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

Xie Juichao propped his chin, quietly observing Wan An's collapsed appearance.

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

Wan An lowered his head and took a loaf from his palm, this time he finally ate the bread.

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

With Xie Juichao feeding herself, Wan An was satisfied.

After taking a few bites, he raised his paw and kicked the teacup beside him.

Xie Juichao understood in seconds, took out a new teacup and poured Wan'an a cup of cold water.

Wan An shook his head at him, and then swayed in front of him.

The shiny feathers on his body trembled.

Xie Juichao hurriedly added some hot water to the teacup, estimated that the temperature of the water was no longer freezing, and placed it in front of Wan'an.

Sure enough, Wan'an was satisfied this time, drank a few sips of water reservedly, and called Xie Juichao a few times in a good mood: "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome." Xie Juan smiled faintly in his light starry eyes.

Wan'an stared in a daze, only feeling that Xie Juichao's figure overlapped with when he and Xie Wenrou were getting along.

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

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

"Are we going to ask for candy from other humans now?" Wu Ling still didn't forget his purpose. He knocked on the window this time to eat candy.

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

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

Wan'an and Wu Ling did not shy away from Xie Juichao and the others, discussing openly and aboveboard.

Mu Gang, on the other hand, asked Xie Juanchao cautiously 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 Juichao observed Wan An calmly, and saw Wan An flying around the room as if patrolling the territory, stopping here and there, and finally picked the softest part of the sofa and lay down.

"What's wrong with you, Little Nightingale? You won't die, are you?" Wu Ling raised his head from the water glass, and saw Wan An fell 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 had dissipated.

The more Mu Gang looked at Wan An, the more he felt that she was acting too humanely.