"Xun."
Little Xiao Xunbao picked up the uninvited guest who had already fallen asleep with its claws, floated over to the window, and threw them out.
Then it turned its head to look at the sleeping Yaobao Big Brother, shook its head, and showed a worried expression.
What would they do without it?
…
The streets at night.
"Isn't that the Little Steel Falcon?" a dark-skinned bald man with unfocused eyes approached, staggering, and kicked the unmoving purple avian pet beast that lay on the ground.
A Caucasian youth with equally drunken eyes squat down next to him, took a closer look, and after scrutinizing it, the drunkenness in his eyes suddenly cleared:
"It really is a Little Steel Falcon! And a wild one at that! Doesn't it look just like the one from the news a while back?"
At these words, the bald man also sobered up a bit.
He picked up Little Steel Falcon, gave it a thorough look for a few seconds, and then said excitedly: