He didn’t know how much time passed before his consciousness gradually recovered. Tang San only felt something fuzzy stuck to his cheek, and slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was something white, soft sparkling white fur sticking close to his face. Coming awake, Tang San somewhat shuddering raised his hand, gently caressing that soft white fur. Teardrops rushed out uncontrollably.
“Xiao Wu……”
Sticking close to his face, what would it be other than Xiao Wu’s rabbit form?
The rabbit’s big eyes blinked at Tang San, still so empty and soulless. Even though the vitality it now possessed wasn’t inferior to a ten thousand year spirit beast, it would seem that it didn’t have any of the aura of a ten thousand year spirit beast.