Traveling Through the Stars

Jiang Yixin had to be serious. He was worried that if he fed the chickens water once, all the twenty chickens would die.

Roger also took a look. He didn't care if he was a rare bird breeder or not. As long as he could raise the little partridges, he would be happy to learn. If he didn't feed them well, the little partridges would really die for him to see.

Luo Bi brought a small plate with a little water and put it in another bamboo basket.

Seeing the water source, the little partridges in this basket were immediately excited.

The cheerful little partridges squeaked and tried their best to grab water to drink. Roger glanced and found something wrong: "Two hundred little partridges, you only use a small plate of water?!"

Luo Bi probably understood what Roger was thinking, but she just wanted to use a small plate. She was stunned for a moment and said, "Ah, a small plate is enough to drink."

Roger's face darkened. How stingy he was.

Luo Bi curled her lips. She didn't use the bottle cap this time. Last time she used the bottle cap, the Thunder Flame Warrior's expression was wonderful. Luo Bi didn't want to make a presence in front of the Thunder Flame Warrior, so she simply changed to a small plate.

She used the small plate, but Roger's face was still dark.

Roger didn't waste time talking to Luo Bi. He stayed with Jiang Yixin for a while and then went back. The Thunder Flame Warriors contacted each other and went home to feed the little partridge chickens with water. They all fed a little bit, and it was over as long as they didn't die of thirst.

Not to mention, the little partridge chickens were fine after drinking water, only one of Jiang Yixin's twenty died.

Okay, Luo Bi thought, there are still nineteen left.

One hundred and eighty chickens in her family are enough, try to raise them all, Luo Bi will feel sad if one is missing.

In the afternoon, Lan Qiao came to visit.

As soon as she entered the door, Luo Bi led Lan Qiao to sit on the sofa in the living room, without the intention of taking her to the large balcony. The Star View was turned on, and Luo Bi was ready to watch the Star View while chatting.

"What have Colonel Luo and his men been busy with these days?" Lan Qiao had nothing else to do but gossip, and curiously asked: "And that Jiang Yixin has been to Colonel Luo's house several times."

Luo Bi held her own little partridge chicken and said to Lan Qiao: "Luo Jie is raising a little partridge chicken."

Lan Qiao was concerned when she heard it: "Wasn't it killed by the rare bird breeder?"

She knew a lot, Luo Bi said: "There is another one, they are busy raising little partridge chickens."

Lan Qiao was moved, sat thoughtfully, and left in a hurry without staying for long.

In the afternoon, Luo Bi moved out the jadeite to extract energy liquid. In the evening, Lan Qiao and Liang Yan came to visit. Liang Yan was full of boasting in her words, talking about what nutritious energy ingredients she ate in the evening, which made Lan Qiao very envious.

Luo Bi thought, it's hard to say, maybe Liang Yan is not showing off, she is just chatting about what to eat, but in the three major galaxies, the price of nutritious energy ingredients is high and rare, and when she talks about food, it gives people the feeling of showing off.

Luo Bi is not familiar with people, it's hard to say whether they are good or not.

After playing until nine o'clock, Luo Bi didn't talk much, and didn't leave, delaying her sleep.

Liang Yan is used to staying up late at night, but Lan Qiao knows that Luo Bi goes to bed early and can't stay up late, so she sat for a while and called Liang Yan to leave, so everyone has strengths, and you can't say that people are bad.

The Thunder Flame Warriors used to raise little partridges. If they don't listen to the fifth-level rare bird breeder, they will gradually know how to raise them.

From time to time, the Thunder Flame Warriors get together to appreciate the chirping little partridges.

Roger sighed: "I still raise them better myself."

He gave all the little partridges to the rare bird breeder, and he estimated that he would raise them to nothing.

Thinking about Roger makes me sad.