"Do you have a name?" Ling Han asked the little bird.
The standard of his naming skills was chillingly low, yet he just so happened to like naming people.
The little bird shivered for no reason, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, my name is Zhu Hongyi."
"This name is so lame," Ling Han grumbled. "Why don't I give you a nickname? En, I'll call you Little Red."
The little red bird tried its best to counter, but it naturally didn't dare to say anything verbally. Her expression said, 'whatever you like'.
"Let's go." Ling Han grabbed the little red bird, and using the Star Steps, xiu, he directly disappeared from the secret room.
This time, no matter how hard Liu Ming wracked his brains, he could not possibly know how the little red bird had disappeared.