"What the heck... you grass puppet."
Guan Heshi was dumbfounded by this sight.
A grass puppet that's resistant to lava?
Never heard of it!
Should I borrow it someday for research?
"What are you doing, so rude."
Li Pu, on the other hand, was a bit dissatisfied with the grass puppet's behavior and directly landed a heavy punch to the back of its head, knocking it over.
"Sorry, teacher, I'll handle it."
While apologizing to Guan Heshi, he picked up the grass puppet.
Then he grabbed its head and feet and began to twist it forcefully like wringing a towel.
Drip drip drop...
Droplets of lava water were squeezed out from the grass puppet's body, dripping back into the glass container.
[Grass! Caocao!]
Grass puppet: There's no more Summoner! Not even a drop left! This Ben Cao has been completely wrung dry!
The grass puppet, twisted like a pretzel, cried out in pain.
But Li Pu ignored its pleas for mercy, only letting go after ensuring it was thoroughly wrung dry.
"Phew..."
