"Cui'er, what are you doing?"
Song Qingyu approached the little emerald bird and asked curiously.
"A centipede burrowed under the tree, I'm waiting for it to come out."
The emerald bird kept its unwavering gaze on the soil beneath the rosebush, earnestly saying this to Song Qingyu.
Its voice was melodious and pleasant, with its articulation no different from that of a normal Human Race.
"Cui'er, can you do me a favor?"
Then Song Qingyu continued to ask.
"State the matter, then we'll talk about helping."
"... I need some of your blood."
"No way."
The emerald bird flatly rejected Song Qingyu's request, without even lifting its head to glance at her.
A look of hesitation crossed Song Qingyu's face, then she clenched her teeth and said:
"I can take you to the sea, help you drive some shrimp and crabs over here. Anything but fish is allowed."
The emerald bird immediately lifted its head, staring at Song Qingyu with a pair of shiny black eyes, full of spirited expression.
