Li Xin was lying comfortably on top of the City Hall when he felt something above his head. He opened his eyes, about to reach out, and then remembered, "Chris, hello there."
He glanced at the fish beside him, ...why is there still some leftover?
"The fish isn't fresh." Chris's voice echoed in Li Xin's mind.
...
"Ahem, sorry about that, I'll make it up to you next time." Li Xin said.
Chris nodded, then pointed its wings at the flute, "Is this it? Then I'll be taking it."
Li Xin nodded, looked at the flute, then at Chris's size. How was it going to take it?
The little golden bird swallowed the flute in one gulp, flapped its wings, and flew away without looking back, disappearing haughtily into the sky.
Li Xin dusted himself off, not really understanding how to communicate with birds. Looking at the leftover fish, damn it, Qi Badao must've gotten the fish from the Underground City, with that level of pollution, damn, even he wouldn't eat it!
