Xia Hongyao blurted out subconsciously.

"It speaks in Bengali, which translates to, I am a bird that has flown through the wild and found the sky in your eyes!"

Gu Qingqiu explained.

"Bengali? Do you know this?"

Hua Yueyu was shocked, this is a minority language, right? Who would learn this when they have nothing to do? "When I was twelve years old, I liked Rabindranath Tagore's poetry, so I learned it."

Gu Qingqiu's tone was matter-of-fact, as if learning a language was as easy as drinking water and eating.

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Everyone was shocked. Who would learn a person’s native language just because they like his works? Everyone wanted to ask, are you sick?

In fact, the translated works lost their original flavor. This was also the original intention of Gu Qingqiu to learn Bengali.

"If my prediction is correct, these parrots should be able to speak a sentence in a certain language. If you are lucky and catch up, you will definitely be able to pass the test!"

Everyone started praying and met one who spoke in Chinese. "No. 15!"

Cockscomb parrot roll call.

No. 15 is a young man. He chose parrot No. 6. The parrot said something.

"Damn, English, you are so lucky!" Li Junsheng was envious.

Young man No. 15 had a bitter look on his face: "I.\n.\n.\n.\n.\nI don't know how!" If I had known, I would have worked hard to learn English.

The parrot flew down, grew in size, and swallowed No. 15 into its belly like a bug.

Li Junsheng felt that this guy was at a huge loss. If he was given the opportunity, he would definitely pass the test.

The cockatoo continued to call names.

Lin Baici had the divine grace to recite it, and he could remember it after listening to it once. It was not a big problem to pass the test, but he didn't want to wait passively.

Does anyone know if there are any more levels below?

Of the nearly four hundred fans of Little Fairy Ya, only about twenty are dead, but there should be some survivors in the forest ahead.

With their abilities, they would definitely be dead if they continued, so Lin Baici could save a few more lives by purifying this sacred object earlier.

Lin Baici thought of the Black Cat Scale, a sacred object obtained from the Provincial Museum's Shrine. What if it could eat these parrots?

Anyway, it was a dead horse being treated as a live doctor, so Lin Baici immediately quietly took out the black cat scale, injected his divine power, and activated it.

A black cat appeared and meowed. The cockscombs who were about to speak, as well as the twelve on the metal rods, suddenly stiffened, as if they were mice being stared at by the cat and did not dare to move!
Chapter completed!