Qi Qian truly felt like he had been deceived by Qin Liuxi. Just look at her—how many times did she claim to be frail? Yet, behold, a giant eagle weighing dozens of pounds perched on her wrist without seeming to weigh it down even slightly, as steady as solid ground.
Is this frail?
She must have some misunderstanding about the word "frail," right?
"Is this a hawk trained by a master? No wonder it looks so majestic and not to be trifled with," Huo Lang exclaimed in surprise, admiring the glossy black feathers and the sharp gaze of the eagle, clicking his tongue in appreciation.
Qi Qian gave him a sidelong glance.
Meanwhile, Qin Liuxi pulled the Flying Eagle into the carriage, removed the small bamboo tube tied to its ankle, took out a rolled-up note from inside, and began to read it leisurely.
The Flying Eagle seemed dissatisfied, giving her arm a gentle peck and letting out a cry. Doesn't a courier like itself deserve some reward?
