The visitor didn’t react at all, and the vicious peregrine falcon pecked on the facade.
“Ah…” The visitor subconsciously covered his face with his hand, and the blood slipped from his fingers.
I saw Alana curl up his index finger and blew lightly to his mouth, a loud whistle, and the peregrine falcon obediently stopped attacking.
He turned his head in mid-air, and then landed on the top of the green mang tree.
Alana looked at the incoming person blankly.
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