His equipment was part of Song Jian's power, offering many attribute enhancements. He was unwilling to let the young tree spirit eat any of it. At this moment, three roots emerged from the dirt and hung in the air in front of Song Jian, almost like a puppy lifting its front paws and poking out its tongue at its owner.
Looking at the tree spirit sapling that would mature in less than twenty hours, Song Jian gritted his teeth and handed over his P18C handgun, which had been with him for the longest time.
Swish~
In the blink of an eye, his handgun was snatched away by a root.
"Wait, you really eat equipment?" Song Jian suddenly felt like he had fallen into a huge pit. He couldn't just keep feeding the tree spirit sapling, but also didn't want to stop after having already invested so much.
Song Jian couldn't help but silently recite the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra in his heart, "Just give it, give it, give it all to him, all of it, stop thinking about it."
