The eyes, the size of mung beans, almost bulged to their limit. Even though everyone present didn't understand animal language, they could tell from its expression and movements its panic and apprehension.
It suddenly flew off Zhao Li, barely caring if it hurt Ruan Jiaojiao, clawing at her shoulder to frantically fly upwards, as if trying to grab her and escape swiftly.
The parrot's claws had nails, sharp ones at that, and the clothes in this season were not thick, just a thin layer. That sudden grab instantly tore Ruan Jiaojiao's clothes, leaving several deep claw marks on her shoulder, almost gruesomely bloody, with even some flesh seemingly pulled out by its claws.
Just looking at this was frightening enough, not to mention the soft-natured Ruan Jiaojiao, who nearly trembled entirely in pain, her face instantly turning ghostly pale.
