Bao'er held the mini gourd in her chubby hands and shone it at the bugs. Suddenly, a black light flashed at the mouth of the gourd like a black hole.
The space around the mouth of the gourd seemed to collapse, and everything nearby was sucked into the black light.
Han Sen was dumbfounded. He watched as the swarm of bugs was sucked into the mini gourd, as if they were being pumped by a water pump.
The mini gourd was only the size of Bao'er's palm. It was so small that it could not even hold a bug that was slightly bigger.
However, all the bugs were sucked into the black hole. Even the tank-sized twin-tailed scorpion was sucked into the mini gourd.
Han Sen was dumbfounded. A large number of bugs were sucked clean, and even the sacred-blood creatures were sucked into the mini gourd.
The mini gourd was like a pocket dimension. No matter how many bugs were sucked in, there was no end in sight.
Pat!
All the bugs were sucked in. Bao'er patted the gourd in her hand, and the gourd suddenly disappeared.
Bao'er held the milk bottle in her other hand and looked at Han Sen pitifully, saying, "Dad, Bao'er wants milk."
"Yes, we will drink it right away. And we will drink the most expensive, green, natural, organic milk." Han Sen held Bao'er in his arms and was so happy that he could not close his mouth.
With Bao 'er here, if anyone dared to cause trouble here in the future, he would just use the gourd to suck them dry. Even their mother wouldn't recognize them.
Taking Bao'er back to the shelter, Han Sen made Bao'er a bottle of milk himself. Bao'er was so happy that she held the bottle and sucked.
"Bao'er, where is the gourd you were holding?" Han Sen asked Bao'er with a smile.
Bao'er tilted her head and looked at Han Sen, puzzled. She did not seem to understand what Han Sen was talking about.
"It's that gourd. The one that sucked in a lot of bugs," Han Sen said. He then took out a pen and paper and drew a picture of the gourd.
Bao'er suddenly understood. Holding the bottle, she said, "That is Bao'er's."
Han Sen quickly said, "Dad knows that is Bao'er's, and I know Bao'er is the best. Can you lend me the gourd?"
"Bao'er is the best. Give it to dad." Bao'er clapped her hands and the mini gourd appeared in her hand. She handed it to Han Sen. right.
"Good girl. Dad didn't spoil you for nothing."
Han Sen took the mini gourd and was overjoyed. He simulated Bao'er's energy flow and pointed the mini gourd at the little white bear, who was shivering in the corner. He shouted, "Come!"
The little white bear was shocked, and it peed all over the floor. It couldn't get up, but the mini gourd didn't react. There was no black hole in the gourd, either.
"Come!
Come!
Come! "
Han Sen shouted three times. He kept running the energy flow, but it didn't work. The mini gourd didn't react.
The little white bear was so scared that it peed its pants. Every time Han Sen shouted, its body shook. He shouted three times, but the gourd didn't work. The little white bear was so scared that it fainted.
It was like being shot three times in a death row. It was good enough that the prisoner wasn't scared to death.
"Weird. Why didn't it work?"
Han Sen felt depressed. He put on a smile and brought the gourd in front of Bao'er. "Bao'er, how do I use this gourd to collect things?"
Bao 'er was still holding the milk bottle. She drank and looked at Han Sen with confusion. She didn't understand what he was saying, so she asked with confusion.
Han Sen tried his best, but Bao'er was too long to understand. She just looked at him blankly.
"Can the bugs inside the gourd be released?" Han Sen saw that Bao'er didn't understand, so he started to think about the bugs inside the gourd.
There were many sacred-blood creatures inside the gourd. If he released them and killed them one by one, he could earn a lot of sacred geno points and mutant geno points.
But Bao'er still didn't understand. Han Sen patted the gourd and shook it in front of Bao'er. "The bugs inside..."
Bao'er suddenly understood. She smiled happily and reached for the gourd.
Han Sen was overjoyed, thinking that Bao'er understood. But when Bao'er patted the gourd, it disappeared.
"Who can save me? Is there a school that teaches baby language?" Han Sen held his head and was speechless for a while.
Since he couldn't talk to Bao'er, Han Sen turned his attention to the white bear on the ground. He was going to kill it and eat it.
But when Han Sen approached the white bear, it got up and kowtowed to Han Sen. It was pretending to be dead.
"It's too late to beg now."
Han Sen was going to kill it, but Bao'er clapped her hands excitedly. She seemed to be amused by the white bear's cowardly behavior.
Seeing Bao 'er so happy, the white bear stopped kowtowing to Han Sen. Instead, it turned to Bao' er and did a somersault. Then, it flipped its head and stood on its paws. It even did a flip of its tongue. Bao 'er giggled and clapped her hands. She looked very happy.
"This guy is smart," Han Sen thought to himself in shock.
Seeing that Bao 'er was so happy, the little white bear worked even harder. It even crawled to Bao' er's side and stretched out its tongue, wanting to lick Bao 'er's little feet to express its goodwill.
But Bao'er thought it was too dirty and refused to let it touch it. She slapped the bear, and the bear's chubby face twisted. Its body flipped 360 degrees in the air and slammed into the wall of the palace. It was as if it was glued to the wall. After a while, it slid down to the ground, its limbs twitching uncontrollably.
"Pfft!" Han Sen couldn't help but laugh. This guy wanted to curry favor with Bao'er, but he was in for a lot of trouble.
Han Sen didn't kill it yet, as the blood of the white bear could attract insects. Han Sen planned to keep it as a pet for now and let it play with Bao'er. Then, when he was free, he could use its blood as a trap to attract insects.
So, the white bear's life was saved, but it was also the beginning of a tragic fate.
Han Sen let the white bear wash up and play with Bao'er, in case Bao'er got bored and wandered off.
From time to time, Han Sen heard the cries of a bear from the shelter. Sometimes, there was even a rumbling noise.
Old Huang, who was in the East District, heard the cries, and his face looked strange. He thought Han Sen had some sort of special hobby, like torturing bears.
The white bear was injured all day, and it didn't even have the strength to move. It thought it would be able to rest, but it soon realized it was too naive.
At night, Han Sen used his holy light to heal it. The next day, the white bear played with Bao'er.
Aside from pleasing Bao 'er, Han Sen also spat out blood every now and then. It made the white bear doubt its life as a bear, and it felt as if its future was going to be bleak.