Ah Ning

Ling Pingan walked along the road for about ten minutes.

He saw the shadow of the village houses at the end of the road.

However, there was no light, so he could only see the outline of the houses under the moonlight.

Ling Pingan walked over with his spring embroidery saber.

"Bleat! Bleat!"

A strange cry came from behind him.

Ling Pingan turned around and saw a strange giant bird pouncing at him with strange steps.

He quickly took out the spring embroidery saber in his hand and looked at the strange bird warily.

The strange bird tilted its head. Its huge and bright crown was strangely tall.

Its feathers were fiery red.

It was at least 1.7 meters tall, which was comparable to the restoration of the Nanzhou Moa's fossil that Ling Pingan had seen in the museum.

Its beak was as sharp and curved as the beak of an eagle.

"Bleat! Bleat!" The cry that sounded like a young deer came out from its beak.