Li Ang didn't explain the principles of this operation to his two companions. He let go of Mule and looked at the pen floating above the paper.
When he had "grown a helping hand" for Mule, he had made sure that the palm was firmly attached to the surface of the pen to prevent it from breaking free.
GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.
Mule, standing beside him, silently drank the healing Magic Potion in large gulps, and the small wounds on her body rapidly healed.
This healing Magic Potion was produced by the Demon Scientist Alliance. Its effect was far inferior to the Miniature Life Potion sold in the System Store; it couldn't immediately heal fatal wounds, but it was cheap (relatively speaking), and mid to high-level players could well afford it.
"What do we do now?" the Black Holy Son asked, hesitating.
"You can see what's entwined on it, right?" Li Ang squinted and asked casually. "Is there a way to directly remove it or communicate with it?"
