A sick smile crept across the raven's pitch-black face; it could already picture the scene of feasting on flesh and drinking blood.
Yet twists always arrive abruptly. Li Yunxi happened to bend down to tie her shoelace, setting the water bottle in her hand aside. The hook-like talons brushed past the tip of her hair by a mere fraction of an inch—all of this happened so dramatically.
Damn it, the raven spat mentally. In this brief second, its pitifully small brain rebooted; though heavily rusted, it was still working hard.
Chapter 25