Little thing, you really made your dad Tang Rao suffer.
Tang Rao thought of countless ways, wondering if he could raise the little thing, but many methods were impractical.
The little thing's temperature was too high, an average person couldn't handle it.
"Wuuu, wuuu."
The Fire Ginseng started getting restless.
The first thing Tang Rao thought was that there was something strange about this place.
He squatted down beside the Fire Ginseng, looking at it with love and dread.
"Little baby, why did you stop moving?"
The Fire Ginseng was fine just a moment ago, suddenly it stopped, which was odd.
The Fire Ginseng suddenly started crying, looking pitiful and making one's heartache.
"Can't leave, will be caught, will be caught."
Since young, the Fire Ginseng held the belief that if it emitted the Holy Fire, it would be extinguished; as long as it didn't go out, it was safe.
The Holy Fire could protect the Fire Ginseng, but Tang Rao couldn't make the Fire Ginseng feel safe.
