第六章 搅动风云

王狗蛋把那根撅了的竹竿往地上一扔，脚底板使劲跺了三下，火星子都迸溅出来了。气是气得，可心里头……嘿，还真有点小得意。不是喜鹊蛋没掏着，是他这回跟那对贼溜溜的喜鹊较上劲了，这本身就显得他王狗蛋够强横，够有胆量！就是……咳，手艺忒急了些。 那对喜鹊，贼眉鼠眼，贼溜溜的，在枝头挂着的几个蛋，跟撅尖儿似的，瞅得他王狗蛋心里痒痒的。他寻思着，自己修行 years， aren't even got a decent weapon, rely on these bamboo canes to scold the sky, isn't it a bit of a joke? So he decided to give it a try, is a egg worth dying for? Is also not necessarily. But the moment he touched the egg, the fight began. He dodged and weaved under the boughs, like a bamboo cutter in a storm. Those birds, they were sharp and smart, flying around him, pecking at him with their eyes like they were laughing. He felt a surge of anger, a desire to show them who was boss. He flailed wildly, his arms like windmill blades, his bamboo cane whistling through the air. He wasn't aiming to hit the birds, just to scare them off. But the birds, they weren't scared at all. They danced and feigned retreats, mocking him, toying with him.