The clear liquid, like a broken pearl necklace, trickled down the throat of the white mastiff.
In the beginning, the white mastiff was still clearly struggling, but after tasting this sweet and refreshing liquid, it immediately whimpered. Its two small paws were holding the bottle tightly as if it were grabbing a chicken wing.
"An animal is an animal!" Chen Fan shook his head and stood up from the ground. He had tried to feed it just now and the mastiff had rejected it. Now, he could not take the bottle from it.
After carrying the dog with its bottle into its cage, Chen Fan dusted off his hands and looked at the time. He was ready to go on a trip to the deep sea cave to deliver the rest of the equipment and then to take some traditional Taisui soaking liquid out.
