Lian Hua had no idea what Cao De was thinking. She was holding a grey hawk in her arms, warmer than carrying a heater, with her cheeks flushed with excitement. It was the perfect moment, and she didn't feel the hawk was heavy at all. Besides, she was quite strong, and holding her beloved hawk was effortless.
She cheerfully reminisced with Xiao Jizi and the others about the earlier scene: "...Xiao Kunzi was really impressive, descending with his Flying Divine Kick, smacking that fake tough guy to the ground looking for his teeth, and then doing a spinning aerial twist, kicking that stone-faced attacker flying, haha…"
The fake tough guy referred to Ye Ying, and the stone-faced attacker referred to Master Wu.
The grey hawk in her arms was very docile, tucked its claws in, rested its head on her arm, allowing her to hug and hold it. Occasionally, she would scratch its neck along its feathers, and the hawk would enjoy it, squinting its eyes.
