Rong Zhi's forehead was covered with black lines. He listened to Tong Qiqi's story with gusto and jumped up from time to time. He used his hands and feet to play the characters in the story. Each person played several roles, and he was very busy.

When Rong Zhi listened to Tong Qiqi holding her face in her hands and asking the little golden eagle, "Daxia Yang's eagle can directly fly people! I wonder if you, little golden eagle, will have this skill in the future?"

I really couldn't listen anymore! Rong Zhi grabbed Tong Qiqi by her collar and dragged her out because he was really worried about this golden eagle, whose outlook on life would be shattered by a certain woman.

A few days later, Rong Zhi took Tong Qiqi to the warehouse again. The little golden eagle no longer had the courageous momentum of the previous days. It clung to the wooden pole with its paws tiredly. When it heard someone coming in, its head covered with black cloth, it kept coming.

It was turning around, as if seeking a sense of existence.

Tong Qiqi felt quite distressed when she saw the little golden eagle like this. It was a bit ugly, after all, it was hers.

The little golden eagle's fur has all spread out, and its wings are gradually getting stiffer.

Rong Zhi hinted Tong Qiqi to shake the wooden pole. Tong Qiqi hesitated for a long time before following Rong Zhi's previous instructions and started to shake the wooden pole violently.

The little golden eagle, whose legs were weak from hunger, fell upside down from the wooden pole.

Tong Qiqi was scared to death and was about to rush to pick it up. She was surprised to find that the golden eagle spread its wings, flew up with the iron chain on its ankle, circled around, and flew back to the wooden pole.

As if she saw that her child could walk, Tong Qiqi grabbed Rong Zhi's arm frantically and shook it violently, "Did you see it? Did you see it? Our little golden eagle just flew up!"

Rong Zhi was indifferent and reminded Tong Qiqi, "Go and shake the wooden pole again."

Tong Qiqi frowned, seeing how hard it was for the little golden eagle to stand firm, and she really couldn't do anything.

"If you can't even stand firmly, how can you fly at high altitude?" Rong Zhi explained calmly.

Tong Qiqi gritted her teeth and approached the wooden pole again and shook it.

After many times of shaking, the young eagle was finally able to stand firm in fear. No matter how hard Tong Qiqi used or how much angle she opened, she could not shake it down.

"Not bad!" Rong Zhi commented, "Now we can stand firm!"

Tong Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was not only the little golden eagle that was tortured miserably, but also her.

The next day, Tong Qiqi sneaked into the warehouse to see the condition of the little golden eagle. Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi was already there, and the little golden eagle was standing on the wooden pole wet and shaking.

"What's going on?" Tong Qiqi was extremely worried. She always had the feeling that this little golden eagle might be tortured to death by her and Rong Zhi, and she was always uneasy in her heart.

Rong Zhi explained lightly, "I just took a shower!"

I see.

Tong Qiqi took a deep breath and silently cheered the little golden eagle in her heart, hoping that it could survive the fasting days as soon as possible.

Just when Tong Qiqi was thinking wildly, a stone grazed the base of her ear, scaring her so much that she jumped away. She saw the stone hit the wooden frame, the wooden pole swayed, and the little golden eagle fell down headfirst.

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The wet little golden eagle was almost caught by the iron chain on its leg, but it still flexibly circled around and barely flew back to the wooden pole.
Chapter completed!