"Mumu, stop, stop now!"
The Wood Flying Squirrel had never seen so many treasures.
How could it bear to part with any of them?
It was as if it were possessed.
Ningning anxiously said:
"Mumu, if you don't stop now, I won't bring you into this Abandoned Hall again."
This won't do!
Chitter, chitter, chitter.
Only then did the Wood Flying Squirrel reluctantly close its eyes.
The nine-colored glazed light dissipated.
Yet its aura was so weak that it seemed on the verge of death:
"Mumu, you've really risked your life!"
Ningning looked on, both angry and heartbroken.
She quickly bent down to pick up the Wood Flying Squirrel, placing it on the pile of collected abandoned spiritual materials. As it breathed, the spiritual materials shook slightly, and then strands of energy quickly converged into the Wood Flying Squirrel's body, visibly improving its condition.
At the same time.
