The black bear was somewhat stunned, slow to react.
The next moment, before the black bear had figured out what was happening, another beehive tumbled out from the bushes, rolling to its feet.
Then a third, a fourth...
Until finally, seven or eight beehives stopped by its side, all of them emptied of honey, quietly waiting to be savored.
The black bear suddenly felt a bit dizzy, not from hunger, but from sheer bliss.
What had happened to the world? Could beehives really just pop up from the ground? If so, had it been foolish to go to all that trouble to steal beehives before?
The black bear habitually scratched its head.
At that moment, there was a rustling sound, and a person emerged from the bushes, looking at the black bear—it was Sande.
The black bear was startled, suddenly understanding something.
