Shen Yanxiao nodded slightly, "This Flurry Rabbit no longer has the will to live. Can you give it a hand?"
Shen Yanxiao could clearly feel that the Flurry Rabbit under her palm didn't wish to continue living. A magical beast that did not want to live, no matter how many potions it drank… this could not save its dead soul.
The woman nodded as she trembled, trying to suppress the despair and grief in her heart while walking to the bedside with the child in her arms.
"Bunny~ Bunny ~ Da Da~" The ignorant child did not know that his dad had left him forever. He only knew that the little rabbit lying in bed was his father's magical beast, the bunny that often played with him.
Only, why did the bunny look so weak now? Why did it lie there motionless, why did it not play with him?
The innocent call of the child made the hearts of the people in the room ache. They all bowed their heads in memory of their fallen comrades.
