She splashed a bowl of water at the black eagle's nose.
But it was already too late. The powder had taken effect and the black eagle was rubbing its nose with its wings.
It was too ticklish.
Xia Muqing felt a little helpless. She took out a stalk of shiny green grass from her bag and crushed it before putting it on the black eagle's nose.
That was the itching powder she made when she was bored.
Unexpectedly, it was used on the black eagle.
"Sister, I'm itching."
The black eagle whined aggrievedly, and its eyes had turned red.
Xia Muqing glared at the black eagle. "Let's see if you still dare to be so curious."
The black eagle surveyed the various bottles on the ground.
It was no longer as curious as before and took a step back in fear.
Xia Muqing was relieved to see that the black eagle had learned its lesson.
