Regardless of whether the cage contained homing pigeons or something else, He Zhiran could tell that Fan Tuaner had completely conquered it.
Not only that, the white unknown creature kept nodding towards the rice ball.
This time, Fantuan'er was no longer so rigid, running towards his master with short legs as if asking for credit.
He Zhiran comforted the rice ball first, and then looked at the unknown creature.
Now it seems that this thing is no different from when we first met, it is still the kind of well-behaved little white pigeon.
If it weren't for the other side of it that was inspired by rice balls, He Zhiran might not have noticed this abnormality at all.
Now, under Fan Tuan'er's control, He Zhiran had to be more vigilant to let this unknown creature reveal its true colors.
When she looked at it, she deliberately kept some distance from the cage.
Unexpectedly, the little thing in the cage turned cute toward her.
The little head kept bobbing up and down, and the wings opened and closed, obviously trying to please.
He Zhiran was a little confused.
She pulled the rice ball beside her and asked, "Baby, have you tamed it?"
Fantuan'er's round head nodded vigorously a few times and made a humming sound.
At this time, He Zhiran was certain that the unknown creature in front of him had recognized himself or Fantuan'er as its owner.
And judging from her observations, this thing is more likely to recognize her.
Because the rice ball had been around her for so long, the little thing didn't even look at it.
Sure enough, just as He Zhiran continued to observe, the little thing flapped its wings towards her again.
Compared to the way he treated rice balls just now, he was much gentler.
He Zhiran tentatively reached out and approached the cage, and the little thing seemed more and more well-behaved.
The snow-white body rubbed towards the edge of the cage, as if inviting He Zhiran to touch it.
He Zhiran followed the little thing's intention and opened the cage.
The little thing immediately fluttered its wings and ran out, snoring happily around He Zhiran.
He Zhiran was completely sure that this little thing had no ill intentions towards him, so he stretched out his hand to touch it tentatively.
When the little thing saw this, he actually took the initiative to move closer.
He Zhiran first touched its head, and then stroked its body bit by bit.
The little thing seemed to like this feeling very much, and moved closer to her.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Zhiran spread out the little thing's wings little by little, wanting to see the golden feathers inside.
The little thing spread its wings very cooperatively, and He Zhiran had a panoramic view of the golden feather.
In her previous life, she accidentally read a book. The book mentioned that there was a very rare snow sculpture, which looked completely white in appearance, but had a golden feather on the left and right of the hidden part under its wings.
This kind of snow sculpture was named Golden-winged Dapeng.
But the size of the golden-winged roc is very huge, and even in its childhood it is impossible to be as small as the one in front of you.
In order to determine the species of this little thing, He Zhiran planned to ask a little collector for help, hoping that he could help check it on the Internet in the modern era.
So she took her mobile phone and used Taobao's photo upload function to take a photo of the little thing from all angles.
Taking photos has its own valuation function, and small items are no exception. The price shocked He Zhiran.
Taobao's estimate of the small item is as high as seven figures, which shows how precious it is.
He Zhiran didn't worry too much about the value of small things. What she lacked most now was money, and it was impossible to use small things in exchange for profits.
She opened the little collector's chat box and sent the photos she had just taken.
[Hello, could you please help me find out what species this little thing is. 】
Perhaps because the little collector was busy, He Zhiran waited for almost ten minutes after sending the message before he saw the other party's profile picture flashing.
[I just asked a zoological expert to help identify the picture. This is a very rare eagle called the Golden-winged Eagle.
This kind of eagle usually looks like a pigeon. When in danger, it will turn into a roc, and there will be a golden feather on the inside of its wings.
The most peculiar part is its mouth, which is divided into two layers. When it is holding something in its mouth or encountering danger, the outer layer will extend outward into the shape of an eagle's beak.
According to experts, this kind of golden-winged eagle has been basically extinct in modern times, and they also learned from some data. 】
Immediately afterwards, the little collector said: [Don't tell me that this golden-winged sculpture is in your hand. 】
He Zhiran: [There is indeed one. 】
Little collector: [I can buy it at a high price. 】
He Zhiran: [I'm sorry, this golden-winged eagle is very important to me and I can't sell it to you. 】
Little Collector: [In this case, I won’t force it. 】
He Zhiran is more concerned about the characteristics of the golden-winged eagle now.
[Have you ever heard of anything special about this golden-winged eagle? 】
Little Collector: [Experts say that the golden-winged eagle will recognize its owner. Despite its small size, it is extremely powerful in combat. However, it will not take any action without the owner's instructions. 】
After listening to the little collector's introduction, He Zhiran couldn't wait to try the golden-winged eagle's ability to identify its owner.
As a thank you, she listed a large diamond bought from a foreigner.
The little collector's originally depressed mood was instantly replaced by the joy of getting this big diamond.
Seeing that he was satisfied, He Zhiran closed the dialog box.
He turned around and came to the golden-winged eagle, extending his palms upward towards it.
When the golden-winged eagle saw her hand, it fluttered its wings and jumped up, making two cheerful calls.
He Zhiran continued to test.
She pointed to a few dried chili peppers drying outside the warehouse and said, "Little one, go get that for me."
After the golden-winged eagle chirped again, it quickly flew to the designated place, picked up a piece of dried chili and flew back.
When He Zhiran took the dried chili pepper, he also noticed that the golden-winged eagle's mouth changed into the shape of an eagle's beak.
But soon, the golden-winged eagle retracted its beak.
He Zhiran could already conclude that this little thing had recognized him as his master.
Although this little thing was once the property of Mr. Simeng, it has now become his own, and He Zhiran will not care too much about a highly spiritual animal.
What she is most worried about now is that this golden-winged eagle has been domesticated by Fan Tuan'er and has become her pet. It is unknown whether she can still find her former owner.
In order to verify this, she tried to communicate with the golden-winged eagle.
"Little one, can you still find the former owner?"
The golden-winged eagle stood there stupidly and stared at her, obviously not knowing what she was expressing.
At this time, He Zhiran was completely embarrassed. Originally, she had expected this little thing to take her to find Mr. Simeng, but now it was better. It was estimated that if she released it, she would have no choice but to fly back to her new master.
