"The one from the Werewolf Race is fine. My main attribute is Metal, so it's a good match." Shen Ning'Er didn't waste time on pleasantries and picked up the bottle from the Werewolf Race.
"You're at the Tier Seven Late Stage?" Gao Neng asked again.
"Mhm," Shen Ning'Er nodded.
"Try taking three sips first."
"Alright!"
Shen Ning'Er naturally didn't think Gao Neng was being stingy.
The 'pure energy' in this Source of Evolution was too compressed; drinking too much would actually be detrimental.
GULP!
GULP!
Compared to Fang Tangtang, Shen Ning'Er was clearly much more rational.
If he said three sips, she took exactly three, not greedy in the slightest.
Soon, Gao Neng sensed a change in Shen Ning'Er's body. Her face, in particular, grew incredibly flushed, as if blood was about to burst forth from within.
"Ning'Er, let me help you!" Gao Neng immediately sat down.
"Mhm." Shen Ning'Er didn't refuse. 'After all, being strong and acting tough are two completely different things.'
