"Bro... Do you actually need me to pull you off the pigeon's back?"
"Do you think you're talking to yourself? Always mocking me, looking down on someone?"
Ji Minghuan mumbled and slowly, carefully stood up from the back of the pigeon, then deliberately slipped and cried out as he fell, sliding right off the pigeon's back.
Su Zimai froze for a moment.
Ji Minghuan's figure plummeted straight down from a hundred meters high, his rapidly twisting form reflected in the glass skyscraper. His lips curled slightly as he thought: Seems you enjoy annoying me; watch me perform a high-altitude building fall.
"...Seriously?"
Su Zimai's pupils suddenly contracted, her expression anxious as she stepped onto the railing and leaped, plunging down from mid-air. The magic gloves controlled the giant pigeon, which folded its wings and dove beneath her.
