Fifth Elder Mo Hanshan was startled and retreated in a daze, "Idiot!"

The mother eagle rolled her eyes in a human-like manner, then charged forward again, slapping the Fifth Elder with her wing once more.

Fifth Elder: "..."

What kind of sins have we committed?

Mo Qingcheng and Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue burst out laughing; this silly goose was just too funny.

The Third Elder smiled and took a few steps back, finding a safe spot to watch the spectacle...

In the ensuing farce, the Fifth Elder had to return the freshly acquired pills and was even grazed by the mother eagle's wing, leaving a scratch on his wrist that made him question his existence.

Mo Qingwu watched the show with schadenfreude, cursing inwardly, "Why isn't that little bitch Mo Qingcheng dead yet?"

Suddenly, the mother eagle attacked, startling Mo Qingwu so much that she grabbed Mo Qingchen and hid behind him.

"Brother, help me!"

Mo Qingchen had nowhere to avoid it and was slapped hard by the mother eagle's wing, kicked to the ground, and was in excruciating pain.

The instigator, Mo Qingwu, suddenly changed her expression and quickly retreated, shrinking to the side and not daring to make a sound...

After an incense stick's time, the group climbed back onto the Gale Eagle and continued their journey.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Mo Qingcheng nearly fell off several times, terrified, her face pale, speechless, and trembling.

Mo Qingchen felt a little better. Other people are a pain in the neck, and his sister is a pain in the neck. Humph!

The Gale Eagles seemed to have inexhaustible strength. The two eagles played a game of chasing each other, and the people on the mother eagle's back were dizzy from the jolting. The wind at high altitude was even harder than a knife, and when it hit their faces, it felt like they were going to get a scabbed off.

Mo Qingwu pulled out a piece of clothing from somewhere and covered her head with it. Now everything should be fine, right?

The ideal is beautiful, but reality is harsh. With a sudden swoop, the clothes on Mo Qingwu's head were blown away...blown away...blown away...

"Ah—" Mo Qingwu screamed, and Elder Mo Qing'an was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Shut up! Shut up now!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The mother eagle coldly tossed her head, throwing Mo Qingwu to the ground.

"Fifth Elder, help me!" Mo Qing'an didn't care whether he was thrown off or not. If Miss Qingwu was in trouble, neither the head of the family nor Aunt Bai would forgive him.

The Fifth Elder was startled and could only watch helplessly as Mo Qingwu fell.

The Mother Sculpture incident happens from time to time, and not just anyone can control it...

"Help--"

Mo Qingwu's cries for help came intermittently, while the Ninth Elder ate snacks and watched the commotion.

Haha, I've seen people court death, but I've never seen anyone court death like this.

The Fifth Elder shook his head, indicating that he could not help.

Mo Qingcheng pouted: "Don't worry, Mo Qingwu has ways to protect herself..."

As expected, seeing no one to help her, Mo Qingwu had no choice but to find her own way, gritting her teeth as she threw out a talisman. A flash of white light, and Mo Qingwu climbed back onto the mother eagle's back, panting heavily.

The mother eagle became angry again and tried to throw Mo Qingwu off. Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly: "Be good, take her for a while longer. We'll have to pay for the eagle ride with her tonight."

The mother eagle tilted her head, barely suppressing the urge to throw the person off, grunted twice, and continued on her way.

The Fifth Elder finally felt relieved. Good thing he had been hanging in the balance. That stinky eagle!

A murderous glint flashed in Mo Qingwu's eyes. They all deserved to die...

At noon, the group ate something together, but for some reason, they encountered convective weather, which hindered the Gale Eagle's flight and slowed it down considerably.

In his haste, the Fifth Elder pulled out several hairs from his beard, wincing in pain: "Qingqing, what should we do?"

“Elders, the area a hundred miles away is very strange. Let’s prepare to land…” Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly.

A sneer rang out in the wind: "Ha, alarmist talk!"