The night sky is like an abyss, the world seems to be overturned.
There are things in the sky, usually they don't fall.
The red squirrel, as if tied with a safety parachute, sways eastward and westward, descending with the blood kite glowing in the thick night fog, extremely conspicuous.
Qin Ming felt a chill all over his body, casually threw something, only to have a blood-stained object thrown down from the sky.
He turned his head to look at Old Man Liu, under such night light, the latter's face was indistinct and obscure.
Old Man Liu's eyes were deep black, looking up at the night sky.
Qin Ming wondered, could the Motivational Squirrel have died? There's no sound at all.
In just a moment, it drifted down, covering its face with its fluffy big tail, a typical avoiding mentality.
"It's alright." Qin Ming picked it up.
However, the red squirrel kept its eyes tightly closed, already fainted from fright, what has it experienced?
