When Han Li shook his head and looked at the squirrel, he found that he was in a dilemma.
The little squirrel now screamed with blood all over his mouth. It turned out that only one nail on the railing had been bitten by him. The little guy was really unlucky.
Han Li patted his head with his hand. He felt a little lighter now than when he decomposed the wild boar last time. Then he felt a sense of happiness when he looked at the intact teeth of the little squirrel.
If Han Li can decompose the parts originally belonging to living creatures, he is afraid that he will lose control of himself in the future.
Because this