You really have to admit, Mu Lin understood them quite well.
Looking at Mu Lin, Qiaozi's cries sounded aggrieved, and beside him, Night, with his silver eyes, flashed a look and swept a glance of disdain.
Always pretending to be cute, every time something happens they know to pretend; contempt. Qiaozi turned his head and gaped at him.
The obvious meaning was: Keep looking down on me and I might just gulp you down.
Night: You wouldn't dare.
Pretty confident.
These two really never learned their lesson.
"Not planning to confess, eh?" Mu Lin snorted coldly, and the next moment, both animals jumped, and Qiaozi's fur almost stood on end from fright.
As if they could say anything.
Mu Lin calmly waited, and the next moment, Qiaozi's wings suddenly shook, and just then, from within so much stuffing, fell a... chicken leg; well, of course, the packaged kind, since Qiaozi—dislikes dirt.
