In the yard, Ye Bei buried the two small wooden sculptures in two different places just now and poured wine on them.
On the soil, new shoots sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
New sprouts broke through the ground.
After exposure to sunlight, it grew quickly.
In less than a minute, it grew more than two meters high and became two small trees.
Pieces of green leaves on its branches were dazzling and bright.
"Master... Where does this wine come from? It can also give energy to other things?" Khufu's eyes lit up as if he had found some treasure, and he was very curious about the wine.
"Not like that." Ye Bei answered softly.
"Oh?" Khufu's gaze was a little sad, "Master, please tell me."
"Are you sure you want to know?" Ye Bei's voice was soft.
Khufu paused, "Though I feel unusual, I still want to know."
"Because it's just my will." Ye Bei did not even glance at him.
