A Survival Game of the Fittest

She had also seen this bird before in her previous life.

"Mo Lian, do you know what I'm thinking?" Qiao Mu tightly clutched Mo Lian's arm in slight agitation.

"I do know. Qiaoqiao, you must be thinking that this calamity isn't a natural disaster, but a human disaster." As Mo Lian lifted up Qiao Mu, he put that nightcaw bird back into his inner world in passing. Then, he turned towards the room they came from and carried her back to the dining table.

Qiao Mu gazed at him with shining eyes.

She liked talking with Mo Lian the most. Even if she only spoke the first half of a sentence, Mo Lian would immediately know what she wanted to say in the second half. It was totally effortless!

Moreover, Mo Lian was too clever, and he also had penetrating insight.

It was only because she had the experience accumulated from her previous life that she noticed the nightcaw birds' existence.