Chapter 1290 - Right Learning to Fly (2) (2/2)

But his daddy said this was how Left learned to fly. Why was it that he hadn’t learned how to fly when he fell off? Could it be that Arthur’s guess was right? He was really… born unable to fly?

“Screech screech screech screech screech screech screech!” Right felt sad as he told his daddy what Arthur had told him.

“Coo!” Muir suddenly had the impulse of slapping the little eagle to death with his wing. However, he tried to hypnotize himself: This isn’t my child. This isn’t my child.

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After saying this over ten times, he managed to suppress the urge of killing the little eagle.

[I’m telling you to go down! So just do it!] Muir lost his patience. He grabbed Right and then tossed him off from the top of the tree.

Gah!

Right let out a high-pitched agonizing cry in the air, causing all the beastmen nearby to stop and look toward the black ball in the air.

Bai Qingqing’s attention was also drawn by the cry. She held onto a piece of charcoal and ran out anxiously.

“Is it Right?” she subconsciously asked. Could it be that Right was bullied by the other children?

Right plunged for a few seconds before he flapped his wings anxiously. He flapped them so quickly that he dropped a lot of feathers. However, the feathers just swayed in the air before being left far behind by their owner. They then drifted away with the wind.

Right flapped his wings for a while but didn’t have the feeling of flying. He threw an anxious glance toward the ground, feeling even more anxious. He flapped his wings even faster, but that only made more feathers fall off.

Bai Qingqing noticed that something wasn’t right and came running over, calling out loudly, “Muir?”

“Screech—” Muir replied from the branch, then jumped off and charged down.

One second before Right fell to the ground, Muir grabbed hold of him, stopping the impact. He then let go of his grip and let Right fall into the pile of wheat.