Everything stabilized, and Bai Qingqing finally felt cold. She dug out flints from the grass pile.
"Little snake, help me start up the fire. I'm a little cold." Bai Qingqing shrank her body, and her voice had a slight shiver.
The little snake grabbed the rocks and knocked them together with brute force, smashing them into two. He then picked up and wanted to continue.
Bai Qingqing's lips twitched. She saw the little snake's actions, but it was already too late to stop him.
If this were to continue, the flint would be wasted.
However, at the sound of the next knocking, a series of sparks came out from the rocks. They landed in the grass pile, and a wisp of smoke rose.
Bai Qingqing opened her mouth wide. "This is the first time you're starting a fire, right? You learn really fast."
The little snake smiled at her shyly, lowering his head to protect that wisp of smoke.
"It's in my legacy," the little snake replied.
