"Bo Bo Bo!"
Xiao Lai felt heartbroken seeing Little Electric covered in wounds and hopped over, wanting to reach out and pat its head.
Unfortunately, the Slime didn't have hands, so it could only rub against Little Electric's bird head.
Seeing Xiao Lai, Han Qiwu got an idea and chuckled, saying to the immobile Little Electric: "Little Electric, if you're so eager to evolve, why not let the Little Prince and Xiao Lai help pluck out your feathers in a fight tonight? I guarantee the results will be amazing and effective!"
Little Electric: "(,,#゜Д゜),"
Even though it was still unable to move, Little Electric struggled to shake its head.
"Master, drop the idea. I want to be a warrior who evolves in battle, not a bald bird."
Seeing this, Han Qiwu also shook his head.
"What a shame, no feather duster."
Bird feathers collected during battle are no good—the quality is bad, definitely not as neat as what the Little Prince could pluck.
