Shocking news: The fifth-milk baby rides a ferocious beast and blows up the palace of Zha Daddy.

After the Rat King took the pill, his injured leg recovered immediately.

It was so happy that it didn't even care about its image, lying on the ground and rolling around, shouting excitedly...

"Zhizhizhi..., great, my feet really don't hurt anymore, and the elixir is so effective, hahahahaha...!"

Huo Bingbing looked at the idiot-like Rat King and frowned...

"Rat King, since your leg doesn't hurt anymore, hurry up and prepare the pen and ink. My ancestors are waiting to use it."

She couldn't wait to get out of this shitty place.

Not only is there no aura here, it also stinks.

She felt weak all over and began to feel uncomfortable.

That little boy Ye Yi went too far.

He actually caught her here while his ancestor was drunk. What's even more annoying is that he forgot about her after arresting her. It's really too much.

Didn't the ancestor just kiss him?

As for being so stingy?

But yes, the cruel prince was originally a stingy man. Five years ago, she slept with him for one night, and he wanted her for five years.

This damn cheapskate.

Now she kissed him and put her in jail, which seemed to be in line with his stingy and vengeful character.

The more Huo Bingbing thought about it, the angrier she became.

Suddenly, I felt that the five Huo Dong siblings had done a good job, so they should blow up his Prince War Mansion. It was really unfair to let him live in such a comfortable place, but to let his ancestors live in a smelly prison.

Huo Bingbing felt a little more balanced when she thought of this.

The Rat King tried hard to control the ecstasy in his heart: "Zhizhizhi..., ancestor, please wait a moment, the little one will be back soon."

It ran out in a hurry.

A quarter of an hour later.

It discovered a strange thing. The rat people who used to follow it like followers disappeared. Just when it looked confused.

The little mice rushed up panting, complaining all over the place...

"My lord, why did you run so fast? You disappeared in a flash, like a ghost. That speed can scare people to death."

"Your Majesty, when did you secretly practice Scud? Why don't you guys know?"

"Your Majesty, please teach us. If we steal things from now on, we won't have to worry about being caught by humans."

The Rat King became more and more confused as he listened: "What Scud? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Since becoming the Rat King, it has been pampered and pampered, with rats taking care of everything it eats and drinks. It doesn't have to steal anything at all. How could it possibly abuse itself to practice Scud?

Unless it's out of its mind.

Seeing that the king didn't believe it, the little mice told the story vividly...

"Really, Your Majesty, the little mice swear to God that they will not tell any lies. If they lie to the King, they will be caught by humans and made into mice." The little mice raised their paws and swore.

The Rat King is suspected to be seriously ill.

You have to practice to believe what the little mice say.

So, it ran forward for a few hundred meters. Sure enough, it found that it only took a few seconds to cover a distance of several hundred meters. It was faster than a Scud. It was the fastest among them. It laughed happily. stand up…

"Ahahaha, it seems that it was all caused by eating the elixir from my ancestors. This king is really unlucky this time, ahahaha..."

The little mice were envious.

They reacted and immediately rushed to steal pens, inks, paper and inkstones, hoping to please their ancestors, who also gave them an elixir.

Like the king, they also have scuds, and they no longer have to worry about being caught by humans when they steal things.

The Rat King looked at the rat people running away in a hurry and stamped his feet angrily, cursing with his pointed rat mouth...

"You rats, don't try to take the credit from me. Give it all back to me."

But the mice had already run away.

The Rat King had no choice but to rush over with a squeak.

It's super fast.

In an instant, the little mice were thrown away eight blocks.

The little mice were dumbfounded: "!!!, Your Majesty, you can't win. You've already taken the elixir, why are you still fighting against us?"

"The younger ones are not convinced."

The Rat King's angry voice came over: "My strength is here. If you are not convinced, come and grab it. If you don't have the ability, just let me hold it back."

The Mouse King said that no one can have too much elixir. He already had Scud, but he still wanted to live forever.

Therefore, it would not let go of such a good opportunity to please its ancestors.

The Rat King quickly brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Huo Bingbing.

"Zhizhizhi..., ancestor, what you asked for is here."

After finishing speaking, it blinked its round little eyes and looked at Huo Bingbing expectantly, praying in its heart...

Ancestor, ancestor, please give me the elixir!

Huo Bingbing glanced at it, saw through its mind, and said lightly...

"Rat King, it's not that our ancestors are stingy, it's just that your body's capacity is too small. One elixir is your limit. If you take more, your life will be gone."

"For the sake of your life, our ancestors can no longer give you the elixir."

"Ah?" The Rat King refused to give up and licked the rat's face and said, "Zhizhizhizhi... Ancestor, please reward the little one with the elixir first. If the little one doesn't eat it now, can he eat it later?"

Unexpectedly, Huo Bingbing continued to break its illusion.

"As a rat, you can only take one elixir in your life. If you take another pill, you will die immediately."

The Rat King was very disappointed after hearing this.

But I firmly believe in the words of my ancestors.

After all, the ancestors are very prestigious in the three realms, and it is impossible to deceive them into a little mouse.

While writing the letter, Huo Bingbing said: "Don't be too disappointed. You have taken an elixir and can extend your life. If you practice it, your future will be immeasurable."

When the Rat King heard this, he immediately ran forward as if he had been given a shot of blood, knocked away the little mouse who was grinding the ink with his butt, and then personally helped Huo Bingbing grind the ink...

"Zhizhizhi...! Ancestor, I will help you sharpen the ink, hehehe..."

The little mouse fell to the ground and looked at the king with a resentful look: Your Majesty, what a bunch of dogs.

A quarter of an hour later.

Huo Bingbing put the letter in an envelope and handed it to the Rat King, asking him to deliver it to the inn to Xiaofeng, who would then deliver it to Prince Zhan's Mansion.

The Rat King was not convinced...

"Zhizhizhi, ancestor, this kind of trivial matter can be handled easily, why do you bother to ask Phoenix to make a trip."

Huo Bingbing: "Xiaofeng can speak human language, can you speak it?"

In one sentence, the Rat King was beaten to the point of despair.

The Rat King took the letter with his paw: "...! Okay, the little one will send it to Phoenix right away."

Since the prison was very tightly guarded and heavily guarded day and night, the birds could not fly in at all, so they could only wait in the inn for their ancestors to return.

Inn, front door.

A little bird stood listlessly on the plaque, uttering human words in a high-pitched voice...

"Welcome! Welcome all the gods of wealth!"

Pedestrians passing by seemed to see something novel and shouted...

"Hey, this little bird can speak human language. Come and take a look."

Suddenly, the entrance of the inn was blocked, and many passers-by were attracted by it. Because of this, the inn's business was full every day.

The shopkeeper sat in front of the counter, counting the money until his hands went weak, and he smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't be seen.

The little bird that cost 3000 taels of silver was indeed something extraordinary.