The Mystic Wind Parrot was a relatively common parrot, but this one looked relatively special. There was actually a tuft of golden bird feathers on its head.
Xiaohu was attracted by the raised feathers. He wanted to touch them, but he was afraid, so he continued to grab Dahu's fingers to touch the bird.
Dahu wanted to hammer this troublesome brother to death.
"Mother, is it dead?" Erhu asked.
Su Xiaoxiao touched its small chest and said, "No, it's still breathing. It might have fainted. It can fly when it wakes up later."
Xiaohu ruthlessly shook off Dahu's finger and poked it with his index finger.
At this moment, a few fierce servants came ashore.
"The few of you, search that ship! Ah Feng and the others, follow me! Remember, we have to catch that little bastard!"
"Yes!"
The servants divided into two groups. One group boarded the pleasure boat next door, and the other came to Pearl Pavilion.
