C51 Anemogenous Wave(2)

After blowing the ink dry, he stuffed the paper into the bamboo tube and tied it to the roasted bird's leg. Yin Fenglee looked at the dark sky and patted the roasted bird's wings …

"Go!"

He would rather believe it to be true than not. Perhaps his heart would be broken by Mo Bai, but he was willing to let it be.

With a hiss, the roasted bird finally disappeared into the darkness