Shen Yangge nudged Chu Xuanzhen's hand with his little head, his down brushing against those slender fingers. Unlike in his human form, his range of perception had expanded.
[-I have to look like this damn bird for ten days?!]
[-Let me move to another planet.]
System 615: [Please stay calm, dear host. At least you didn't turn into a caterpillar (p_q). One of my previous hosts turned into a caterpillar for breaking character and got stepped on.]
Shen Yangge: "..."
That person had been incredibly unlucky.
Now that he was a little bird, Shen Yangge was free of the chain and felt considerably lighter.
The transformation had already happened. No matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do about it.
In the darkness, Chu Xuanzhen leaned against the wall, his lashes seemingly lowered and his thin lips pressed together. Although Shen Yangge couldn't see the wound at his waist, he could vaguely guess that it wasn't looking good. He chirped a few times.
The Eighth Prince asked in puzzlement, "There's a bird in this cave?"
He figured they could light the oil lamp now. His older brother and that fellow Shen had probably finished flaunting their affection, so he told the black-clad man holding the lamp, "Light it."
The black-clad man lit the oil lamp with a fire striker, illuminating a patch of the pitch-dark cave.
The Eighth Prince looked around, then his gaze settled on Chu Xuanzhen's shoulder.
It was a verditer flycatcher with little black eyes and white tips on its undertail coverts.
Its colors weren't particularly vivid, perhaps because of the dim light in the cave.
"Brother, where did you get this little bird?"
After saying that, the Eighth Prince realized someone seemed to be missing from the cave, and that person