"If you report it, the Investigation Bureau won't necessarily confiscate it. As long as you can control your pet, they can leave it in your care instead of taking it into containment." His companion glanced at him. "You insist on keeping it in secret. Aren't you afraid someone will find out someday?"
"As long as you two don't tell anyone, I have nothing to worry about." Nie Bochao shook his head and took out his phone to take pictures.
A sight like this had to be photographed.
After taking several shots, the backpacker Nie Bochao noticed the huge bird looking their way.
Then he saw the huge bird, with its white feathers and yellow sand, seemingly take fright and rapidly descend.
"What happened? Did it get hurt and fall?" the three backpackers muttered, then quickly ran toward it.
In fact, the huge bird had been frightened. In its eyes, all humans were Evil Gods. When three humanoid Evil Gods turned their attention toward it, White Sugar fled in a blind panic, slipping back to Ke Meng's side.
Ke Meng was still filming the sand on the grass. He assumed White Sugar was tired of flying, so he said nothing.
Tangyuan continued playing on the phone, turning off mute and setting the volume to a moderate level.
White Sugar was sweating buckets. Three Evil Gods had spotted it, but it should be fine, right? Its master was an Evil God too, after all.
So timid that it did not even dare speak to its master, and unwilling to disturb Tangyuan, who was engrossed in Honor of Kings, White Sugar kept all those words bottled up inside.
A few minutes later, Ke Meng finished filming.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Footsteps sounded in the woods. With keen hearing, Tangyuan diverted some attention to watching