I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon, please do not disturb me.

How could a bird demon like myself possibly support her?

There was no breast milk, no food, no clean diapers, and no warm environment.

Oh well, I'll give it a try.

While she hesitated, the baby, perhaps tired from crying, gradually quieted down until she stopped completely, curiously observing the unfamiliar surroundings with her big, dark eyes. The white bird was pleased to see this. Having decided to take her back, it used its wings to tidy the baby's swaddling clothes and was about to reach for her with its beak when the bird's head peeked over. But as soon as the bird reached over, the baby, who had just stopped crying, started wailing again.

Why is the child crying?

It was as if they had seen something frightening.

The white bird paused for a moment.

She seemed to have forgotten one thing: she was no longer human, but merely a bird demon in this life; even the most beautiful crane was still a demon.

The crane's appearance is not terrifying, but rather sacred, but it cannot conceal the fact that humans and demons are ultimately different.

In the end, the white bird used its beak to pick up the crying baby, along with its swaddling clothes and blankets.

Glancing sideways, it saw the sword at the master's waist and a wooden umbrella. After hesitating for a moment, it walked over and grabbed the umbrella handle and sword hilt with its claws. With a gentle flap of its wings, it flew into the sky with the baby and the umbrella-sword.

She had no way to deal with the bodies of the male head of the household and his family of three. Neither bird beaks nor bird claws were suitable for digging a pit to bury them deeply. Moreover, the white bird felt that this matter might not be simple. Such a wealthy family would be chased to the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the sword wounds on the eldest son's body were also inexplicable.

Putting aside her thoughts, the bird held the swaddled baby tightly in its beak. Fortunately, the nest wasn't far away. The white bird slowed down as much as possible to prevent the baby from catching a chill in the wind, and flew all the way back to the nest, gently placing her in the somewhat simple but windproof nest.

The white bird was thankful that it had managed to collect all the feathers it had shed and put them in its nest.

Whether from exhaustion from crying or from the comfort of the soft feathers, the white bird suddenly noticed that the baby had closed its eyes and fallen asleep almost immediately, its pink little beak slightly open, its breathing steady and rhythmic. A sense of serene tranquility pervaded the scene, melting the heart.

Shiratori didn't regret her decision, but she couldn't feel happy.

She didn't know what month it was, but she knew that autumn had been here for some time.

During the autumn harvest, the Ten Thousand Mountains have no shortage of food, especially fruit, and it's also the time for wild boars and deer to gain weight.

But winter will come soon, and the cold winter days, will this child be able to get through them?

Quietly approaching the cave entrance, gazing at the mountains outside, some withered but still predominantly green, the white bird's sorrow gradually transformed into determination.

She was determined to raise this child!

The white bird was unaware that after she made up her mind, her demonic power improved. Everything has its own way; there is no insignificant grass on the ground, and no eagle soaring in the sky. Find your own way and walk it firmly. The improvement of your state of mind is the improvement of your body. This is the way of the demon. However, very few of the living beings have awakened their intelligence.

After flying out of the nest, the first thing the white bird did was to find the large clam, whose shell could be used to heat things up, such as boiling water.

She was a bird demon who had lived a life of eating raw meat and drinking raw water for over twenty years. But this was not the case for the baby. Even cooked food had to be considered because the baby was too young and breast milk would be best.

In the stream, a bird demon, a full four meters tall, swooped down, flapped its wings, landed in the water, scanned the area, locked onto a large clam over twenty centimeters long, and then used its demonic power to forcefully hook it, sending the clam flying out of the water.

The white bird flapped its wings and took flight. In mid-air, it grabbed the large clam with its claws and slammed it onto a rock. One side of the clam shell immediately shattered, and the clam meat was picked out and eaten from the gap. Then, the other intact clam shell was broken off completely.

After filling the container with clean water, it carefully cleaned the clam shell with its wings. Once clean, it picked it up with its beak and flew back into the sky.

Once the container is ready, the next step is simple: find a doe that has given birth and milk it.

Catching a deer was something Shiratori had never done before; her diet consisted only of fish and shrimp, and a deer was too big for her to eat.

As a bird demon with magical powers, it found its target in the mountains and forests and easily caught the doe in the herd. It pressed its claws against the doe's body, grabbed its flailing hind legs with its other claw, and used its beak to insert a clam shell under the doe's body, squeezing it with its magical power.

Everything went smoothly, the only drawback being that the doe produced too little milk.

However, it should be enough for a baby.

The white bird released the doe and dripped a drop of its own blood onto her body, so that it could sense the demonic power and easily find her next time.

After a long day of hard work, when they returned to the nest with firewood, the baby was already awake. Judging from the dried tears on her face, she had probably been awake for some time. No one was holding her, and she had been in an unfamiliar, still environment, which triggered her instincts, causing her to cry to attract the adults' attention.

The large wings were tucked under the child, easily lifting the child up and gently rocking him. Unfortunately, the white bird could neither speak nor sing.

The bird's claws clumsily set up the firewood, then gently placed the clam shell containing deer milk on top.

She wasn't sure if breast milk would give her baby diarrhea, and she couldn't afford to gamble.

It turned out that the baby was crying mainly because she was hungry. After drinking the processed deer milk, she immediately stopped crying and, unusually, even smiled, although she vomited milk everywhere.

While the white bird was overjoyed, it suddenly thought that perhaps it should give the child a name.

Her parents were both dead, and she had no identification tags.

After thinking it over, it used its claws to write two large characters on the ground.

"holly."

After a moment's thought, he added a surname before "Holly".

"White."

After the child was named, Shiratori suddenly had a whimsical thought: perhaps she herself needed a name too.

When the child grows up and understands, they can't just keep calling for their mother, can they?

Let's call it...

Bai Qingyu Bar.

New author, new book, please vote! I'm doing a handstand split for everyone!

*Sobbing*

In addition, the protagonist of this book only shows some worry in front of his children, and is decisive in killing outsiders, never a saint.

Volume 1: Chapter 3 What to do when a child has a high fever, the aunt's discovery

The weather in the mountains can change in an instant. Outside the cave, dark clouds suddenly gathered, and the sky became terribly gloomy. The howling wind continued incessantly, like an old baboon standing on the mountaintop, roaring and shouting wildly. Bai Qingyu was afraid that the wind would frighten the child, so she simply shrank into the nest herself, hugged the child with her broad wings, and tried to keep her close to her soft feathers.

Dongqing had just finished drinking her milk and was full. Her big eyes, which seemed to contain countless starlight, looked at Bai Qingyu's body. She babbled and reached out to grab the pure white feathers on her head. Her little face was full of happy smiles. Bai Qingyu did not stop her and let the two little hands grab her feathers.

Then she regretted it a little. Looking at the few feathers in the child's hand, she couldn't help but feel regretful. Where did this tiny little cub get the strength to tear off the feathers of a bird demon like her?

Wings shielded them from the wind, and soft down served as a blanket. Outside the cave, a torrential downpour soon turned into a light drizzle. As darkness fell, the temperature around them dropped sharply. Every autumn rain brings a chill, and countless rains have fallen in the Ten Thousand Mountains since autumn began.

A cool breeze swept into the cave, blowing on the bird demon holding the human infant, ruffling her three thousand feathers. The autumn wind was icy cold, yet she remained motionless in that position for the entire night.

Early in the morning, the light rain outside had just stopped. Bai Qingyu didn't dislike torrential rain, but rather the misty drizzle, precisely because of this.

The light rain lasted too long.

Holly was still sleeping peacefully in her swaddling clothes, a truly sensible baby who knew not to fuss at night.

Bai Qingyu gently lowered her down with her wings and claws.

She's going out to absorb the essence of heaven and earth to generate demonic power.

Although there was no sunrise outside, it was still the beginning of the day, with purple clouds rising in the east, a time when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was most abundant.

Just as she was about to go out, an autumn wind blew into the small cave, swirled around inside, and carried away the little warmth it had left, rushing back outside. It was as if she could smell something.

She was a bird, a bird spirit of unknown species, with a sense of smell and hearing similar to humans, but with much better vision.

The moment this smell appeared, Bai Qingyu thought of something.

Her nest was very clean, and she didn't have the habit of storing rotten dried fish in caves, so this was a strange smell, unlike the milky one...

Reaching the edge of the bird's nest, Bai Qingyu carefully used the bird's claws to lift the swaddling blankets covering the child. Sure enough, the strange smell became even stronger, seemingly confirming Bai Qingyu's suspicions.

As we all know, babies need their diapers changed.

Infrequent diaper changes can lead to a series of adverse reactions on a baby's delicate skin.

After lifting the blankets, you can see that in addition to the red belly band, the baby is wearing a slightly thick gray cotton diaper that is loosely tied with a thin string.

The strange smell is coming from here.

Bai Qingyu had known this day would come, but seeing it in person still left her perplexed. How was she supposed to wash the diaper after it was changed? She was just a bird!

Using her demonic power all the time won't work either, since it's not unlimited and she can't use it however she wants. Besides, what will she put on the new diaper after it's changed? What if the bird's nest gets wet while the diaper is drying?

Bai Qingyu thought of something.

She quickly covered the child with the blankets again, then flew swiftly out of the cave towards the place where she had met the child the day before. There was cloth there; she could tear off some to use as diapers for the child. For their daughter, they would surely be willing to sacrifice some clothes like that.

They flew to the body of a family of three. Perhaps because of the lingering demonic energy, the bodies of the family of three were still intact. The tiger from yesterday did not return.

Bai Qingyu tore off several pieces of cloth from the boy's coat with her claws. The pieces were the right size and the fabric was of good quality. Then, she found a pit not far away, grabbed the bodies of the family of three, and put them into the pit.

Last night it rained heavily, and the soil was soft and easy to dig. We filled the pit with soil, which can be considered as burying this family of three.

Only after doing all this did they grab the "diaper" and return to the Bird's Nest.

She changed the baby's soiled diaper and carefully wiped her body with a clean new one. Bai Qingyu thought to herself, never expecting that one day her bird claws would have this use besides catching fish and walking.

Giving up the daily practice of breathing in the clouds and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Bai Qingyu flew to the stream with three dirty diapers in its hands. It stood on one foot with one claw, and with the other claw, it soaked the diapers in the water and scratched them a few times, trying not to tear them. Then it placed them on a rock nearby, held them with its claws, and rubbed them with its knuckles.

As the bird demon lamented the hardships of raising her young, several fawns drinking water downstream raised their heads and looked at the beautiful bird not far away.

The stream water tastes a bit off today...

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With diapers, there was no worry about changing them; in cold weather, there was a bird's nest and the warm feathers of the "mother bird"; when hungry, there was deer milk prepared by the "mother bird". Under the careful care of the white bird, the child grew up very smoothly, and went from crying when he saw the "mother bird" to laughing babblingly.

Bai Qingyu always said that time in the Ten Thousand Mountains is worthless, especially now that life is more fulfilling, so three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Bai Qingyu stood at the cave entrance as usual, gazing at the unchanging scenery outside.

There was an unspeakable worry in his eyes.

Winter has been here for a while now.

It's hard to find deer in the mountains anymore, and even berries are hard to pick. To make matters worse, it started snowing on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains a day ago, and it has already reached here. As far as the eye can see, everything is white. I don't know if it's God deliberately making things difficult for me. Bai Qingyu clearly remembers that at this time in previous years, it was just cold outside but there was no snow. It was a month later when it snowed.

It seems like just a while ago, the weather suddenly turned cold overnight, dropping by ten degrees Celsius.

That night, Dongqing developed a high fever and became lethargic. Fortunately, she had been intentionally going into the mountains to collect herbs during that time and had stored quite a lot in the cave. She used the herbs to cure her illness.

But recently, for some reason, Dongqing has had a persistent low-grade fever, and drinking a lot of herbal medicine has not helped, and it has lasted for four days.

Bai Qingyu was extremely anxious.

She tried almost everything, but all to no avail.

It seems that this child is going to leave her this winter.

"I have no choice but to use demonic power..."

She had always been reluctant to directly apply demonic power to the child, as she was unsure if doing so would have any effect on the child.