At this time, Xiao Yang looked at the golden-winged roc.

The ROC bird landed on Xuanyuan Qingman's arm and made a murmuring sound. It used to look fierce, but when it landed on her, it seemed a lot more gentle in an instant, and at this time, it was lowering its head and rubbing her arm back and forth with its head, as if to please her in general.

"Xuanyuan Zhuangzhuang Master, this golden-winged roc, where on earth came from?" Why do you have such a big pet to play with?

Xuanyuan Qingman patted the big roc bird on the head, then looked at Xiaoyang and said, "I saved the...