"Where is she?"
"#&...^%^...!"
"Aren't you her bird?"
"@#!!"
"How did you communicate with Zuzi before?"
"@@@..."
Bao Gucheng pinched the Golden Crow's wing, watching the little creature in his palm flutter and jump around, feeling like he was playing music to a bird.
Gu Jingyan suddenly spoke from behind: "Bao Gucheng, are you lacking in ability?"
Bao Gucheng's gaze turned cold.
Gu Jingyan coughed: "Otherwise, why can't you understand what it's saying? I get it now, you're different from Nangong Mo, you're just a container, storing his... whatever Spiritual Energy, so it's normal you don't understand bird language..."
Bao Gucheng ignored him and stormed off with a cold face.
He had to soften his tone, catching up—it's fake to say he's not scared, the first time dying as a teenager and going to Hell, he didn't want to be separated from the only familiar face.
