This bird's spiritual intelligence was extremely high, barely a foot long, its whole body shimmering with silver light. So young and already understanding everything, a bit mischievous, its pair of big, black gem-like eyes glistened with lively expressions.
Shi Hao was holding it, turning it over and peering at it from all angles, even tugging on its beautiful, silver-rainbow-like tail feathers. Momentarily after, all its precious feathers stood on end, sticking straight up as if provoked, ready to fight Shi Hao to the death!
"Why are you so hot-tempered? Stop moving around," Shi Hao tapped on its forehead with his finger, which left the pretty young bird glaring at him indignantly, seething with fury.
Shi Hao found it quite entertaining and kept teasing it, tapping on its head, then helping to straighten its brilliantly shining silver wings. Watching its huffy demeanor, he thought it was very amusing.