Ning Xiaoxian quickly shouted, "Qi Zai, that's impolite, come back!"
"So fast!" Ever since entering the Ba Snake Mountain Range, Qi Zai no longer suppressed his demon energy. Qingluan knew that this little bird's cultivation was also quite profound, but she did not expect it to move so swiftly. Before she could react, it had already jumped onto her body. Her muscles tensed up, her vigilance flared, only to see that the White Bird was merely perching on her hand drinking alcohol.
How much alcohol can this little cup hold? He drank it up in two gulps, glanced back at Qingluan twice, grabbed the cup, and flew back to perch on Ning Xiaoxian's shoulder. Though small in size, his weight was not light, the pressure when he took off made Qingluan's arm slightly sink.
Ning Xiaoxian took the cup and tapped his head, "How can you be so rude to the host here?"
