If you can't even say a word before you die, how wronged and suffocated must Tang Rao feel?
Fortunately, his sincerity moved the great mammoth.
Tang Rao looked at the great mammoth with a face full of sincerity and said: "Your child is sick. If you don't treat him soon, he may die."
Sick?
The mammoth wouldn't believe it.
She took care of her child every day and watched him eat every meal.
"Nonsense, my child will not have any problems!"
The mammoth was fond of her sons, as dear as her life. She couldn't stand others speaking ill of her, let alone her sons.
Before the mammoth could finish her words, the little mammoth poking its head out suddenly started vomiting blood.
Its eyes began to fill with blood, its nostrils, and its pores.
"Roar roar~"
The little mammoth cried out in pain.
Tang Rao stood beside the great mammoth, and it kept watching him, confident that Tang Rao had no time to meddle.
Was Tang Rao telling the truth about the little mammoth being sick?
