Only when the shadow of the air-transportation spiritual tool was gone did Yun Chujiu hop into Ye City.
It was evening, and the sun was setting. The streets were covered in a layer of gold.
"Little Black, do you smell happiness? Being able to live is happiness!" Yun Chujiu looked at the scenery in front of her and couldn't help but sigh.
"Hmph! I only want to eat now, I' m going to starve to death! My reserve grain was thrown away by you!" The little black bird stood on Yun Chujiu's shoulder, hugging its little wings and humming unhappily.
"Aiya, now that you mention it, I'm hungry too! Let's go! Master, I'll bring you home to eat and drink! My cheap grandfather might be worried to death!" Yun Chujiu said and jumped out.
The pitiful little black bird was still trying to act cool, but it did not expect Yun Chujiu to suddenly accelerate and fall to the ground.
