What’s going on?

Yang Ye suddenly looked up at the small bird on her shoulder. It was a completely pitch black fist-sized bird. At this moment, Yang Ye noticed that it only had a single leg, and it was looking at him.

It was just looking at him!

The bird’s eyes were pitch black. No matter how he looked at it, it didn’t seem special. However, Yang Ye felt a chill run down his spine when it looked at him!

It wasn’t ordinary!

Yang Ye was about to speak when the woman suddenly patted the bird, and it immediately lowered its head and stopped looking at Yang Ye.

After that, she grinned at Yang Ye and entered her own room.

Meanwhile, Nansi Yin suddenly said, “She’s not ordinary!”

Yang Ye glanced at Nansi Yin and didn’t say a word. He just walked into his room.

Nansi Yin shrugged, “Do you have to be so arrogant?”

…

Meanwhile, in a room. The woman gazed at the bird, and her lips moved slightly. She seemed to be talking to it.

The woman suddenly asked, “The shaman race’s aura?”

The bird nodded slightly.

She frowned a little, “Are you ...