Qing Luan saw the visitor and immediately clamored, "Old man, let me go, or you know what will happen!"
Lord Judge initially didn't want to become enemies with Qing Luan; he only sent Little Braids to find the cyan bird to confirm a few things.
But now, seeing this little bird so arrogant, he was amused with anger: "Already a prisoner, yet still so arrogant, you're quite something."
"You should know very well who owns me! Do you want to make an enemy out of my owner?"
The sharp voice was extremely piercing.
"Shut your beak, it's deafening." Lord Judge casually waved the brush in his hand, and a large "Seal" character appeared out of thin air, landing on Qing Luan's bird beak.
"Mmm mmm mmm—"
Qing Luan glared with wide, round eyes, flames flickering in his pupils, full of warnings and threats!
"These eyes are really annoying, too. Do you want them sealed too?"
Qing Luan's body trembled.
It was trembling with rage!
How dare this old man!
To treat him in such a manner!
