They were still inside the room. Shen Yanxiao sat on a chair with her legs crossed and her arms folded in front of her chest. She looked gloomy, and she kept her gaze on a certain mythical beast in the air and an adorkable little guy who had crouched on the head of that mythical beast.
Vermillion Bird was on his knees in mid-air, and his left ear had just experienced savage torture. Vermillion Bird lowered his dark and watery eyes. He would also raise his eyes to steal a look at his master. As soon as he realized that his master would denounce him for his crimes, he lowered his head to his chest.
"Chu?" The little Phoenix, who did not know about the dangerous situation, tilted its tiny head and blinked its ignorant googly eyes as it looked at someone in misery. The little Phoenix appeared to be completely baffled.
"How many times have you done this?" Shen Yanxiao squinted her eyes as she squeezed those words from her mouth.
