"Lin Lei, can't you control yourself? Brother's whereabouts are still unknown, yet you still have the mood to be capturing this? Also, stop shaking it. Keep doing that and the flying dragon will die," rebuked Lin Ying.
Lin Lei was still a little afraid of Lin Ying. He scratched his head and stopped shaking the bird. As he held Lin Zicheng's wings, he said, "Fine, fine, fine. I'll stop shaking, alright? But so what if this guy dies. It was picked up for nothing. If it dies, we will just eat its meat. Once we find Brother, I can treat him to a great meal. Heh heh."
When Lin Zicheng heard Lin Lei's laughter, he was unsure if he should be happy for having such a thoughtful brother or horrified about having a brother that was akin to the devil! At the same time, this was the first time he felt warmth towards and a yearning for Lin Ying's softheartedness.
"So, kindness towards a weakling feels like this," Lin Zicheng thought.
