"Isn't she cute?"
A pale purple lark was pecking at some spirit rice in Yin Wuji's palm.
"Give it a rest. This is already the eighth time you've come over to show her off." Yan Xiaosan rummaged through his things and pulled out some dried insects, causing the lark to instantly abandon Yin Wuji and fly over. "You practically grab passing dogs by the ears just to tell them for the nth time that you have a singing lark."
Chapter 91