In the past ten years, Wang Manyin has released several peregrine falcons every year. Up to now, I have forgotten how many have been released, and there must be dozens of them.
These guys are very similar in appearance. It's hard to tell which one they are without long-term contact.
However, he did not expect that the wounded peregrine falcon could recognize him after such a long interval. Just now, the little guy struggled desperately and flapped his wings, more like asking for help from himself.
Now the streets are full of people, and Wang Manyin can't put the peregrine falcon into the space.
According to the injury, I can't die for a while.
He thought for a while and let