C915 Concoct

After taking out the Blood Vein Bat, the Blood Vein Bat lay on Liao Xia's left hand. It didn't have any reaction, and looked like it had fallen asleep.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Anfu looked curiously at the Blood Vein Bat, before asking in confusion.

A strange creature like the Blood Vein Bat needed special nurturing. Zhou Anfu himself didn't understand these things