Little Taotie saw it suddenly lying on the ground, with an even more innocent look on its face, and looked to the Great Elder for help: "I haven't even hit it, why did it fall down? Is it pretending? Will it extort medical fees?"
Golden Winged Roc: "..."
Numb!
Too exhausted to roar anymore.
Little Taotie picked up a stick and poked at the Golden Winged Roc's nostril, "Still breathing, not dead yet."
Golden Winged Roc: "..."
Would rather die right here on the spot.
The Great Elder saw the pitiful state of the Golden Winged Roc, and without any sympathy, picked up another stick, squatted down, and poked it together with Little Taotie.
Both nostrils of the Golden Winged Roc were filled with sticks, and its eyes were almost unfocused.
"Hand over the remedy! Otherwise..." Little Taotie's big eyes stared at the Golden Winged Roc's claws.
