Wei Yuan's hand reached into the treasure bag, grabbed a handful, felt something; he pinched it and put it aside, then grabbed another handful, and felt something again.
While grabbing, he kept muttering: "This thing is a bit prickly, feels ordinary, change it...
A hot stick? Doesn't seem like a spiritual object, change it...
This thing is quite interesting, round and soft, smooth and elastic in hand...
What is biting me?"
With a cry of pain, Wei Yuan pulled out an item from the treasure bag. The thing had bright feathers, a red crest on its head, and one large leg grasped in Wei Yuan's hand. It turned out to be a young Little Rooster!
At this moment, it was struggling desperately, stretching its beak to peck fiercely at Wei Yuan's hand, drawing blood, but Wei Yuan was tough, refusing to let go, and forcibly pulled it out of the bag. Wei Yuan was stunned, and the rooster was stunned too.
Wei Yuan was greatly surprised that the bag could even produce a living creature!
