Chapter 542

The emerald-feathered bird lowered its head, used its beak to tidy up the feathers ruffled by the sea breeze, then leaned in close to its owner's ear and chattered away.

Pipi listened for a bit, narrowed her eyes, and a sly smile slowly appeared on her lips.

"Looks like another human is coming to die," Pipi said.

She stood up, her skirt slipping down to her ankles, revealing her bare feet. She mov