"What are you catching? Pheasant? Come on, I'll pluck the hair." He stepped forward and said, taking the pheasant caught by the two and walking aside to deal with it.
When Ning Lang and Duan Ye saw him, they glanced at him, but didn't say anything. They lit the fire with branches and put them on the shelf, ready to roast chicken later.
The old woman glanced at them, then moved into the small account.
After a while, several pheasants were already roasted on the fire, and Feng Jiu and the woman walked back over there.
"Oh? I actually caught a pheasant!" She came to the fire and sat down, looking at the pheasant roasting on the fire, showing greed.
"Originally, I was going to catch rabbits, but the rabbits ran too fast, and they disappeared as soon as the smoke slipped. In the end, I caught a few pheasants, which should be enough for one night." Ning Lang said, looking at Feng Jiu , Asked: "Are you hungry? I still have dry food. Should I fill my stomach first?"
"No, just eat roast chicken later." She waved her hand, and caught a glimpse of the old woman in the small tent coming out from the corner of her eye.
"Several princes, my old woman can't help much, but I can still cook and eat, so let's go! You guys will take a break first, I will look at the roast chicken." She smiled kindly. A few people.
Hearing that, Song Ming said without thinking, "How can this work? You are old, so let's rest! We can do these little things, and you can just sit and wait for us to bake them and eat them."
Seeing this, the smile on the old woman's lips was stiff, but she didn't say any more, she just nodded and sat aside.
Feng Jiu smiled, and sat down to the side, chatting with Ning Lang and Duan Ye: "I looked around, there is a spring not far away, the water there is very sweet, do you want to pretend Some drinks on the road?"
"We also picked some wild fruits when we came back. The sourness was very appetizing. Now, you can taste it." Ning Lang handed out the small fruits in his hand and gave the rest to others.
Over there, Song Ming was in charge of roasting the pheasant. The old woman and the woman sat and watched, adding firewood from time to time, talking and laughing with Song Ming.
Here, Feng Jiu and Duan Ye Ning Lang are also talking, paying attention to the few people over there from time to time. She used a branch to write the four words "Acting on the fly" on the ground and erased it again, holding the branch on the ground at will I'm painting, killing me bored.
As the night fell, the smell of roast chicken diffused, and Song Ming over there greeted them: "You can eat, come here."
The three of them walked forward and sat down by the fire. They took the roast chicken and ate and chatted. Song Ming gave some small tents to the woman, but they didn't come out again after entering. It was the woman. Came out.
"Young Master Song said he was a little tired. I saw that I was better, so I came out and let him rest in it." The woman said, she came to Feng Jiu and sat down.
I only felt that a seemingly non-existent scent spread, and Duan Ye, who was sitting on the side, was holding his head and was about to stand up, and the whole person fell over.
When Feng Jiu sat down next to the woman, she turned her head slightly to look at her. When Duan Ye and Ning Lang fell, she frowned: "You..." The whole person fell down and fell asleep. past.
After they all fell, the three stood up, and the two women looked at the old woman: "Master sister, don't you say that they are not easy to deal with? You see, they have become our prey."
The old woman glanced at a few people on the ground, tore her hand, and tore off the human skin mask on her face...