After launching another wave of pinecones into the air, the big squirrel suddenly realized something.
Wait a minute.
At this rate, I'm going to run out of stock here!
How am I supposed to get through winter like this?
Seeing the big squirrel abruptly stop, Han Qiwu panicked and quickly pulled back his ice slingshot, firing a small exploratory pebble.
He wouldn't dare injure the big squirrel.
*Swish*
The big squirrel dodged the pebble and turned sharply, shooting Han Qiwu a vicious glare before swishing its big tail and leaping away several times, disappearing from Han Qiwu's sight.
"What a pity." Han Qiwu shook his head, then glanced down at the eighteen misty pinecones in his storage compartment, opting not to chase after it.
What kind of joke is this—chasing a squirrel in the woods?
But, Han Qiwu had a clever plan of his own!
