Just as Xiao Xiao and Xin Fat Man were idly chatting, a violent tremor shook Zheng Qing's bed, startling them both. Even the fat cat, who had been engrossedly gnawing on a shrimp shell, lifted its head to curiously gaze at the bed.
Seeing the red curtain enclosed around Zheng Qing's six-pillar bed inflate as if filled with air after a series of trembling, the little elves that had been hovering outside the curtain, waiting for their master, appeared to sense a terrifying aura. They shrieked in horror and aimlessly flew around in chaos.
"Gulp."
Xin Fat Man audibly swallowed, his eyes never leaving Zheng Qing's bed curtain. After a moment of hesitation, he quietly asked Doctor Xiao Xiao beside him: "Doc…Did the manual mention any risks of on-the-spot explosive reactions when drinking transformation potions?"
