This time, Han Li grabbed the sparrow's finger and gently clicked on its heart. Unfortunately, this time he failed. The sparrow was still in a state of near death.
Han Li shook his head regretfully, but this time he did not decompose the sparrow's internal organs now. If necessary, he would wait until it died, because the feeling just now was too uncomfortable.
He stood up and went to the yard to greet the crows waiting nearby, and took a sparrow from their paws again.
This time, Han Li stretched out his mental strength and took out the silver needle to stab the sparrow's heart