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Seeing Jian Mo approach, Ban Ming and the others called out, "Jian Mo, have you named this new Flying-Winged Beast yet?"

Jian Mo didn't say, "It might not stay."

"We don't necessarily have to keep it, but we can give it a name. Otherwise, we won't know how to call it anymore."

"Hey, Jian Mo, I've got a great name in mind. What do you think of 'Aowi'?"

"Go away, didn't I say your name doesn't sound good? Yi Xiong would be much better."

"It's not as good as the previous one!"

Seeing that they were about to start arguing, Jian Mo quickly said, "Let me think about it."

Naming it was a bit difficult. Under everyone's expectant gaze, Jian Mo thought for a long time before saying, "How about we call it Ying'ao? It means brave and unyielding."

Everyone only understood the meaning of "heroic," but that didn't stop them from saying it sounded good.

Ban Ming: "Ying'ao, it sounds pretty good, meow--"

The Flying-Winged Beast tilted its head and looked at them, its furry face showing confusion.

Jian Mo patted its wings. "From now on, your name will be Ying'ao."

Ying'ao is quite clever; Jian Mo calls its name a few times when feeding it, it will understand.

Like Jiujiu, Ying'ao also really likes their food, and always manages to finish every last grain of rice in his bowl.

The difference is that Ying'ao is not used to being kept by people. Once its wounds have healed a little, it flies out on its own to find food.

Jian Mo added more food to its bowl, but it wouldn't touch it, so in the end only Jiujiu, who could eat two bowls of rice in one meal, got the benefit.

Seeing this, Jian Mo had no choice but to remove one of the food bowls. If Jiujiu got any fatter, she probably wouldn't be able to fly anymore.

Ying'ao's wounds haven't fully healed yet, Jian Mo changes its dressings every day.

It usually flies out of the tribe in the morning after changing its dressings to hunt or gather resources on its own.

Ying'ao didn't like crowds and never mingled with the tribe's children, much less played childish games with them.

It's the kind of bird that flies far away whenever it sees baby chicks.

The people in the tribe were quite surprised; both were Flying-Winged Beast, yet Ying'ao and Jiujiu had completely different personalities.

Since Ying'ao didn't go into the tribe, no one objected to Jian Mo's family raising another Flying-Winged Beast.

Jian Mo felt a little sorry. "It won't eat the food we provide, so we probably can't keep it."

The meat of the Flying-Winged Beast is quite unpalatable, and it's also very large, so people generally choose to tame it rather than eat it.

Ying'ao, Flying-Winged Beast that clearly cannot be tamed, cannot be captured by force.

After all, if the Flying-Winged Beast were completely out of control, and a person rode it into the sky, there was a high probability that it would perish together with the person.

Ban Ming and the others said regretfully, "We thought the tribe would have one more Flying-Winged Beast."

Jian Mo: "Go ahead and ride Jiujiu if you want, it shouldn't refuse you."

That's true.

Ban Ming and the others perked up. "Let's ride our Jiujiu out for a ride this evening!"

Jian Mo said generously, "As long as Jiujiu is willing."

The tribe still provides half of Jiujiu's food, so it's only right that other tribe members ride it out for fun.

Everyone is busy in the summer.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong were busy planting, gathering, and hunting, and their focus of life shifted elsewhere.

In the evening, Jian Mo, covered in sweat after a busy day, returned with a basket on her back, intending to give the tender leaves she had picked to Jiujiu first.

As soon as he reached the side, he found that Ying'ao had returned and was squatting there, like an owl crouching upright.

Jiujiu was also there, her back to Jian Mo, eating something.

No need to look, it must be the food Ying'ao brought back.

Hearing Jian Mo's footsteps, both of them turned their heads at the same time.

Jian Mo wiped the sweat from her forehead. "You guys keep playing, Jiujiu, I've brought you the grass."

Jiujiu happily, wanting to rub against Jian Mo: "Chirp."

Jian Mo quickly pushed away Jiujiu's big head. "Don't rub against me, don't get your fur all over me."

Summer is here, Jiujiu is shedding quite a bit. When Jian Mo is sweaty, a little rubbing can leave a large patch of fur stuck together.

Jiujiu: "Eek."

Just as Jian Mo put her things away and was about to leave, Ying'ao suddenly grabbed at Jian Mo's clothes with its claws.

Ying'ao was much stronger than Jiujiu, Jian Mo staggered and looked back.

Ying'ao was also taken aback, looking guiltily at his paws, before pushing out a pile of fruit from beneath him. "Chirp."

Jian Mo looked at the fruit, then at Ying'ao, and guessed, "Is this for me?"

Ying'ao: "Chirp."

Jian Mo lifted the corner of her clothes, bent down, and put the fruit inside.

At this moment, Jian Mo noticed that there was a pile of fruit under Ying'ao's buttocks.

Could it be for Wu Jiong?

Jian Mo carried the fruit home, laughing and calling out to Wu Jiong, "Wu Jiong, where are you?"

Wu Jiong: "What's wrong in the kitchen?"

Jian Mo ran to the kitchen, put down the fruit she was carrying, and pulled Wu Jiong to the side yard. "Let's verify my guess."

Jian Mo Wu Jiong and ran to Ying'ao.

The enormous Flying-Winged Beast glanced down at Wu Jiong, then shifted its position, pushing a pile of fruit out from under its rear with its paw, gesturing to Wu Jiong: "Chirp."

Jian Mo laughed loudly, "How Ying'ao!"

Wu Jiong: "Did you bring this for us?"

Ying'ao tilted his head and pushed the fruit towards Wu Jiong.

Jian Mo: "I reckon Ying'ao is now focused on supporting us."

Wu Jiong bent down and picked up the fruit. "Ying'ao."

Ying'ao: "Chirp."

The two returned to the kitchen.

This fruit is long and narrow, about the same size as a cucumber.

Jian Mo, "How do you eat this?"

Wu Jiong washed two of them with water, then broke them open vertically with his hands, revealing the soft, off-white flesh inside. "Eat the flesh directly and spit out the seeds."

Jian Mo took a bite and was surprised to find that the flesh was sweet, soft, and delicious. Apart from having a lot of seeds, it was perfect.