After digging for five or six minutes, Han Qiwu finally straightened his back, ready to take a break.
There's no denying that the feeling of unearthing something valuable is incredibly addictive—he could dig up seven or eight pieces in one go.
"Weird, why hasn't Little Electric made a sound?" Han Qiwu scanned the surroundings and finally noticed Little Electric lying limp and motionless on the ice, its face tinged with blue.
Han Qiwu rushed over and scooped up Little Electric. "Already frozen stiff? I told you to eat, but you wouldn't listen!"
Fortunately, his hand could still feel Little Electric's heartbeat; it seemed to just be slightly frozen.
"Ah, looks like it's over for you. Guess I'll roast and eat you later. Good thing your tummy already has some peppercorns; it'll remove the gaminess." Han Qiwu deliberately muttered to himself, pulling out a fire bucket and placing it nearby.
Look at you, acting all temperamental.
