"Get over here!" Seeing the wasted Monkey Wine on the tree trunk, Shen Yibin's heart ached. 'Damn it! I'm usually reluctant to drink much at once, and you've wasted so much right after arriving. This is killing me!' Moreover, the woodpecker seemed to want to keep pecking holes in the trunk. Who knew if it would pierce through another tree hollow storing wine? Shen Yibin quickly waved it over.
"KIK! KIK!" The woodpecker was exceptionally obedient after taking the medicine. Seeing Shen Yibin wave, it immediately flew over and landed on his shoulder. Xiaoliu also relaxed his guard, broke off a bamboo twig, and plugged the hole the bird had just pecked. Only then did the Monkey Wine stop flowing, and Shen Yibin's mood improved a little.
