It darted from the left to the right, from the top to the bottom, and stubbornly refused to come out.
With a swish, it leaped up to his waist. Feng Yin sucked in his chest and belly, and his stomach suddenly contracted, immediately causing the small falcon to slide out from the bottom of his trouser leg.
If anyone had seen it, they would have widened their eyes in disbelief, "Holy crap, a bird just fell out of your pants…"
But the small falcon wasn't satisfied with that and began to climb up the trouser leg with both claws, reliving the joy of its childhood.
Only now it climbed too fast, and with a couple of swift moves, it reached his shoulder and began to sing grandly, "Chirp chirp…"
Whoosh!
A blade of wind flew out from beneath the no longer tolerant and unwilling to stand it Feng Ying's little claws, circling around the small falcon.
The small falcon immediately shrank its neck, trembling all over, and scooted its butt towards Feng Yin's embrace.
Scared the baby to death.