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Wang Xiaohu and the bandit bird stood on the ground while the ship was thousands of feet away. The small pagoda and the shadow of the moon were there, ready to retreat at any time.

Wang Xiaohu looked at the bottle in his hand, then looked at the bird with wings that spanned over a hundred zhang.

"Are you ready?" Wang Xiaohu asked.

"Open it!" The bird's tone was very serious