The Phoenix's cry resounded high above. The wutong was born in the morning sun!
This was the ancient description of the Phoenix.
Qin Lin was surprised to see two mature mutant birds in the nest.
He had been wondering why the appearance of the mutant bird could be such an eye-catching animal, and why was there a limit to the number?
However, he had never expected that the mutant bird would look like the legendary Phoenix in his country when it matured. The two mutant birds were also different in appearance. It seemed that they were a male and a female, and the Phoenix and the Rosefinch had been distributed.
The colorful feathers and the fiery red swallow's tail that looked like a flame. If others were to say that it was a mutated bird, instead of a Phoenix, he would think that person had a hole in his head.
After all, the mutant bird liked to land on the parasol tree, just like the Phoenix.
No, this was a Phoenix.
