Yang Xi looked at the cute Vermilion Bird in front of him. She still had a straight face, but she did look chubby.
"I wonder how Yan Die is doing in Lukang.”
After recalling the past for a while, Yang Xi began to focus on studying the current situation of the elf version of the Vermilion Bird.
"Tsk tsk, although it seems small, it has everything it wants!”
This was much more powerful than a spiritual projection, but it was size small.
The little elf Vermilion Bird's voice was also very childish." I feel like I can still transform.”
After all, it was Yang Xi's subsidiary consciousness. As long as Yang Xi did not take the initiative to seal it, she could sense Yang Xi's thoughts.
As he spoke, the Vermilion Bird wrapped itself with two pairs of flaming wings and turned into a bright fireball!