Upon reaching the entrance of the mine, Han Qiwu parked the car and walked inside carrying Xiao Lai.
The little electric bird fluttered slowly overhead.
It knew it was about to become a roasted bird again.
Such high temperatures!
Are not meant for birds!
Realizing this, Han Qiwu stopped and took out some black grass root water, pouring a big gulp into Xiao Lai's mouth.
Xiao Lai: "..... It's not going and you're giving it to me for what!"
After drinking the black grass root water, Xiao Lai quickly looked up at the little electric bird.
Your turn, oh.
The little electric bird reluctantly flew down.
"Swish."
Like a gust of wind, Han Qiwu caught the little electric bird, pried open its beak, and poured the black grass root water down its throat.
With the water's special effects settling on the little electric bird, Han Qiwu patiently persuaded, "Good medicine is bitter but beneficial, this is good stuff."
