Li Moying raised his chin in the direction of poor Wang Cai and said, "Lying over there!"
Huang Yueli turned her head and looked around. After looking for a while, she found Little Wang Cai's figure in the lava pool.
At this time, he had returned to his normal size, and fell into a coma, lying motionless on the ground.
Since the colour of Little Wang Cai's feathers was as bright red as flames, it almost merged with the lava pool. Huang Yueli searched for it for a long time before finding it.
She ran over quickly, picked up Little Wang Cai, stretched her hand to his neck, checked his pulse and the wounds on his body.
