On the rooftop, the Qing Luan spat out a mouthful of blood, its tiny beady eyes full of disbelief.
How could the barrier be easily traversed?
It flew past the window and saw the little girl inside the villa covering Zhuge Xunming's eyes with her hand.
Hua Jinyan seemed to sense something and suddenly turned her head, finally seeing that trace of blue.
Qing Luan spread its wings and flew far away, wary, not daring to linger.
Little Braids appeared once again outside the villa window, searching all around, but was a step too late.
Hua Jinyan spoke, mouthing: Looking for Blue Bird?
Little Braids nodded vigorously.
Hua Jinyan pointed in a direction.
Little Braids hurriedly chased after it.
Qing Luan's magic was broken; now injured, its flying speed slowed. It had intended to fly slowly, but didn't expect that annoying young ghost messenger to come again!
