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Wu Jiong smiled and said, "I guess not, they might be looking for something else."

Jian Mo had absolutely no idea what the Flying-Winged Beast was looking for.

After flying for half a day, the Flying-Winged Beast finally arrived at their destination before Jian Mo.

The temperature in the valley below is relatively higher, and occasionally some branches can be seen under the snow.

Just as Jian Mo was about to ask what was below, the Flying-Winged Beast landed on the ground. Before he could even put them down, it stretched out its two front paws, pawed at the snow, and chirped happily, "Jiujiu!"

Jian Mo peeked out to look.

After the snow was cleared away, there was a patch of pink and white flowers underneath.

The flowers are mostly long tubular, with tiny petals opening at the top of the tube, looking somewhat similar to the flower shape of the trumpet vine, but the flower tube is larger and the petals are smaller.

The Flying-Winged Beast turned to Jian Mo and Wu Jiong: "Jiujiu!"

After it finished calling, it turned back, lay down on the ground, opened its mouth wide, and gnawed off a series of flower petals, then put them in its mouth and chewed them.

It grinned, its eyes sparkling, looking very happy. "Jiujiu."

Jian Mo climbed off it, somewhat understanding. "These flowers are especially delicious?"

Wu Jiong picked a half-open flower and handed it to him. "It's not the flower that's delicious, it's the nectar underneath that's delicious."

Jian Mo was completely unfamiliar with the orc word for "honey." She blinked, thought for a moment, and then figured out what it meant.

Wu Jiong removed the bottom of the flower, took a sip, and said to Jian Mo, "It's fine to eat it like this."

Jian Mo imitated Wu Jiong and inhaled the scent of the flower.

Instantly, the sweet nectar was sucked into his mouth, filling his entire mouth with its refreshing sweetness.

This was the first time he had tasted such a sweet flavor since he came here.

The sweet substances he obtained from other sources all had a sour or bitter taste, but this nectar was uniquely sweet!

It's really delicious.

Jian Mo sniffed. "This nectar smells so good, why isn't anyone coming out to collect it?"

Wu Jiong: "It's too far, and eating too much of this nectar will make you drunk."

Jian Mo: "You'll get drunk?!"

Wu Jiong nodded. "It's like drinking too much fruit wine; if you eat too much, you'll get drunk."

Jian Mo turned to look at the Flying-Winged Beast that was happily munching on flowers. "Shouldn't we just leave it alone?"

Wu Jiong: "Everyone knows that eating too much of this flower will make you drunk, so no one will eat too much."

Jian Mo expressed her skepticism. "Does Chiu Jiujiu seem reliable?"

Wu Jiong turned his head and saw that the Flying-Winged Beast's nibbling on the flower had slowed down; it was squinting and chewing slowly.

Wu Jiong: "... It's unusually unguarded."

The Flying-Winged Beast had eaten too many flowers and was already a little drunk.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong stopped it from eating more and pushed it aside to rest.

Jian Mo ate a few flowers, then felt a little dizzy and waved her hand, saying, "That's enough, we can't eat anymore. Let's pick some to take back."

Wu Jiong: "Shall we pick them and eat them?"

Jian Mo thought for a moment, "Let's pick them, soak them in water to extract the nectar, and then concentrate it to see if we can get a thicker honey water."

Wu Jiong hadn't expected this to happen, and upon hearing this, he said, "Let's give it a try."

The two picked the flowers and put them in the basket.

They don't want to eat the flowers, but rather the nectar inside, so it doesn't matter if they pick them and pack them tightly into the basket.

They picked for a whole day, and by evening, the Flying-Winged Beast had finally regained its senses.

The two tied two large baskets of flowers to the Flying-Winged Beast and Flying-Winged Beast back.

The Flying-Winged Beast wasn't flying as fast as before, but it was in a good mood and Jiujiu all the way.

Jian Mo knew before that it might be a chatterbox, but now she experienced the power of chatter for the first time, and its chatter made her a little dizzy.

Jian Mo leaned against Wu Jiong and whispered, "Next time we need to train it to stop barking."

Wu Jiong: "It ate too many flowers today and is quite excited. Usually, if I pat it, it will stop barking."

That's true; usually, the Flying-Winged Beast are very obedient.

It was too excited today. Jian Mo patted it, and it quieted down for a while, but then it couldn't help but start Jiujiu.

Jian Mo guessed that it was excited not only because it had eaten too many flowers, but also probably because it was especially happy to share this edible flower with them.

Since that's the case, Jian Mo couldn't restrain herself any longer and could only endure it.

They returned to the tribe, Flying-Winged Beast went back to their dens to rest.

Jian Mo and Wu Jiong took out the flowers and quickly processed them while they were still fresh.

They placed the flowers in a large wooden basin, removed the bottom, and extracted the nectar.

After repeated soaking, the water in the basin quickly turned brown, emitting a sweet honey aroma and a faint wine scent.

Jian Mo lit a fire and slowly simmered the honey water over it.

After the honey water boils, the alcohol and water slowly evaporate, and the water becomes increasingly viscous, releasing an enticing aroma as it cooks.

By bedtime, the honey water had become increasingly viscous, even developing a texture somewhat like maltose.

This looks exactly like syrup.

Jian Mo couldn't resist and made three cups of honey tea: one for herself, one for Wu Jiong, and one for the Flying-Winged Beast.

Having something sweet before bed might not be very healthy, but it definitely brings a huge sense of happiness.

Because she had drunk honey tea, which may have contained residual alcohol, Jian Mo slept exceptionally well that night.

So a loud bang in the middle of the night startled him so much that he sat bolt upright, his heart pounding.

"What happened?" Jian Mo paused for several seconds before remembering where she was, and asked Wu Jiong in a hoarse voice, "Was it thundering?"

Wu Jiong came over and tucked the blanket around him. "No, it's just that it's snowing heavily outside. Something might have collapsed under the weight. It's nothing."

Jian Mo: "Are they trees?"

Wu Jiong: "It shouldn't be. I'll go out and check."

Jian Mo tried to crawl out of bed. "I'm going too."

Wu Jiong, unusually firm, pressed him back down. "It's snowing heavily outside, cold and slippery, it's not safe. You go back to sleep, I'll go check."