However, Zhang Xiaohua still underestimated Huang Feng's vigilance. As soon as he took out the little sword, Huang Feng behind him let out a low roar, and his body twitched as if intending to stop him. With no other choice, Zhang Xiaohua turned his body to the side, picked up the umbilical cord, and severed it with a swing of the little sword.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua do this, Huang Feng slowly lay back down.
Zhang Xiaohua cut off the umbilical cord, walked to the little Huang Feng's side, and gently picked up the blood-stained newborn animal. The baby mink looked exactly like Huang Feng, with soft, yellow fur and a large tail. However, its eyes were tightly closed.
"Huh?" Zhang Xiaohua, who was holding the little mink, felt that its body was very cold and lacked the warmth of a newborn mink. "What's going on? Are all baby minks like this?"
Nevertheless, seeing Huang Feng's wary gaze, Zhang Xiaohua didn't dare to linger. He placed the little mink next to Huang Feng and went outside.