The man naturally called out and threw his empty water bag to him, while saying to the people around him: "Yours should be almost out of water? Although it means that you can return to the sect in the day, but, It’s better to prepare some so that you can drink it at night if you are thirsty!"
"Yes, yes, mine is gone," the other person said, handing the water bag to the man, and smiling: "I will trouble you, Junior Brother Ruan."
"This area is our place, you can see the water source if you go there." The elder monk said, and handed out the water pouch.
Taking their water sacs, the man stood up and said, "Then I will go and return." He said, and then he held the water sacs and walked towards the water source.
The water source was a little farther away from where they rested. When he came to the water source and bent down on the side and was about to fill the water, the shadow reflected in the water surprised him. When he turned around instinctively, he greeted him. It was a heavy blow, and then he passed out.
Feng Jiu caught the fallen man, not because he was afraid that he would make a noise when he fell to the ground. Rather, her hand pinched the opponent’s neck tightly and broke his neck with a click. He lost his breath of life in this instant.
A trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was blown away by the breeze and filled the air faintly...
Although the place where the monks rest is still far away, when the smell of blood blows away with the breeze, the older monk sitting by the fire and the woman named Zhu I smelled it for the first time.
The two became alert in an instant, stood up suddenly, and swept their stern eyes around.
"What's the matter?" The other people asked unclearly.
"It smells of blood." The elder monk said, already holding the sword around his waist in one hand. He stared at a certain place and said, "I'll go and see."
When he was about to take a step towards the water source, he saw a figure coming from there, still holding something in his hand, and as he approached, the smell of blood became more and more serious.
"It's Junior Brother Ruan." Another man said, and when he saw a rabbit stabbed to death with a knife in his hand, he couldn't help but laughed: "He also got a rabbit back."
Feng Jiu approached. At this time, she changed into the man's clothes and changed her face. There was no hint of her previous breath and expression on her body, but the appearance of the man who had been called.
"Brother Lin, what's the matter?" Feng Jiu approached and looked at the older man.
"You haven't encountered anything over there, right?" the older man asked, his eyes must be fixed on Feng Jiu.
Feng Jiu shook his head, paused again, and said, "When I went to fill the water, I saw a rabbit next to me, so I caught it by the way. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, I just smelled the smell of blood in the air." The older man said, his eyes fell on the dead rabbit and asked: "Why do you want to catch the rabbit back?"
Feng Jiu smiled shyly, as if a little embarrassed, and said: "In the morning, I heard Brother Liang said that he wanted to eat roast rabbit meat, and I saw this gray rabbit next to the grass, so I caught it back."
Hearing this, the monk surnamed Liang smiled and nodded: "I didn't expect you to remember it, but you are interested."
Hearing this, the elder man looked at Feng Jiu and said, "Then you can deal with the rabbit!" He said, and sat back.