Qin Fen Takes Another Detour

The photo progressed at a steady pace. Before long, a fiery-red myna appeared in Qin Fen's hand.

The little bird blinked at Qin Fen. It knew that the Daily Duty Department official had sold it off. This mortal was its new master. But something about him seemed off.

The myna looked around and froze. Skyscrapers towered over streets packed with traffic.

"Whoa! I've traveled to another world! What kind of place is this? Is this the world of the Mechanism Arts?"

It really is a chatterbox. Qin Fen felt the pressure already. The bird's cries drew plenty of attention. People stared at the myna, and plenty stared at him too.

"Some weirdo who abuses birds. He actually dyed his myna red!"

The remark came out of nowhere. Cold sweat broke out on Qin Fen's forehead. At last, he understood how the Daily Duty Department official had felt.

The disapproving stares stung, but Chef Qin couldn't do anything about it. The bird's feathers were naturally red.

"Hey, why are you shouting? Can't you keep it down?"

"Stupid mortal. Meow-meow!" The myna looked at him with contempt. He'd bought it without even knowing its name.

Damn it, you're the stupid one. You're a myna, a bird. Why the hell are you meowing? Qin Fen was helpless. Why was everyone around him such an oddball?

"I'm asking what your name is. If you don't have one, I'll give you one." He couldn't exactly call it Bird. In Chinese, that could mean far too many things for Qin Fen to say it so casually.

"Idiot. Meow-Meow!" The myna looked even more disdainful. Was there water in this man's head?

"Meow, my ass! You're not a cat!" Qin Fen instinctively glanced around. He was catching plenty of stray looks.

"Your ass, your ass! My uncle