While Murong was scrubbing, Qiuqiu flew next to him, and although Qiuqiu couldn't speak, and that bird face couldn't express much,
from those glossy black eyes, Murong still sensed sarcasm directed toward him.
Damn it.
He couldn't continue scrubbing.
Murong tossed the brush aside and started chasing the bird.
Qiuqiu, the mutated bird, wasn't as aggressive as the larger ones, but in terms of agility, it was tough to beat.
Murong reached left and right but couldn't catch it.
And Qiuqiu, as if to taunt him, scratched his head with its claws several times.
Murong was totally infuriated, but it was just impotent rage, he made a mess with water everywhere, yet not a single feather fell from Qiuqiu.
Just when he knocked over the big basin, Su Yinhe happened to walk in.
Seeing the water all over the floor, Su Yinhe's face carried an expression hard to put into words, "You...if you like playing with water, you could find Chi Yan."
"Just don't compete with the Crawfish for it, huh?"
