Ou Yangming scoffed and suddenly fell butt first on the ground. Blood could be faintly seen coming out of his nose.
He had a splitting headache at the moment as though numerous little knives slashed his brain and stirred it.
"Chirp… Are you okay? Quickly get well soon and don't scare me!"
The little red bird had long recovered its original look in the real world and was hopping around Ou Yangming. It kept blabbing away because it was frightened.
Ou Yangming gritted his teeth in pain but still glanced at the little fellow. "This is strange—this little fella can actually speak human language, but I was clueless because it didn't expose itself throughout these 2 days of being together.'
He waved his hand gently and said, "I'm fine, so stop shouting."
