Yang Yunhai's heart warmed, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
The bird flew back to its nest once again. The Black Bird shook its feathers, now staring at Yang Yunhai without any disdain or contempt.
Gu Lingling, who stood in front of Yang Yunhai wielding a stick to protect him, was blatantly ignored by the red fruit.
Ignored!
That damn bird!
That foolish human!
Two people—no, one person and a Black Bird—exchanged electrifying glances.
Yang Yunhai still couldn't move, but he knew a tremendous change was happening within his body, although it was gradually calming down.
As he looked at the Black Bird, he realized that its gaze seemed somewhat ingratiating.
Yang Yunhai chuckled inwardly. If the little girl who had been protecting him with all her might found out, she'd probably be hopping mad.
"Hey, you stinky bird, what exactly are you trying to do?" Gu Lingling couldn't help but shout at the Black Bird, "Don't think we fear you just because you're fast."
