Meng remembered the wonder of those cups painted by Jiang Xiao in the past year.

Jiang Xiao told him that it had that effect because it was a medicinal painting, and the paint was added with medicinal herbs.

However, what kind of herbs can achieve the effect of attracting animals to come together?

Even if the painting has a smell, how far can that smell be transmitted?

At least he didn't smell it here.

Even if a rabbit smells it, it can't be automatically delivered to your door just because of a little carrot smell, right?

Either way, it's amazing.

His eyes looked deeply at Jiang Xiao, who was sitting there waiting for his prey.

She is so leisurely, it is clear that there will be prey coming, and this is certainly not the first time she has done this kind of thing.

Soon, he did see a few pheasants flying over, fluttering, and very excitedly pounced on the painting, scrambling to peck at the rice grains on the painting.

I've already pecked at the painting, so it stands to reason that at this time I should know that it's not really a grain of rice, right?

But the pheasants didn't seem to be willing to let go, and kept pecking.

Until Jiang Xiao repeated his old trick again and caught two pheasants.

"There's pheasant meat to eat!" Jiang Xiao happily lifted a pheasant up, and then quickly looked in this direction and shrunk his neck.

As if reminding himself not to be too loud, so as not to let him hear the movement.

Meng had already quickly ducked behind the tree when she turned around.

At this moment, he couldn't tell why he avoided Jiang Xiao for a while.

It's just that he has a lot of complicated feelings.

At this moment, he only knew that this time he didn't catch Jiang Xiao's suspicion because of his keen insight, this time, he saw something incredible with his own eyes.

He felt that he could suddenly understand why Jiang Xiao had been discovered by him so many suspicions, but he still never thought about the reason why he had to confess to him.

It may be that her secret is too big.

It's incredible.

The degree is so deep that she doesn't dare to say it, and she doesn't know how to say it.

And at this time, he was also a little skeptical of his previous decision.

When she was eighteen years old, let her confess her secret to herself, whether the decision was right or wrong.

Perhaps, Jiang Xiao's secret is more than that?

If that's the case, it might be too much of a struggle for her to confess.

How much trust can I say this?

The first thing he might have to ask himself was if he had given her enough trust?

Jiang Xiao had already packed up the prey and was humming a song and walking over here.

Meng was extremely fast, agile and silently climbed the tree, and watched her walk past her.

He wanted to hide, and Jiang Xiao failed to find him.

In her back basket, he didn't see any shredded paper.

And now it's summer, she's thinly dressed, and there shouldn't be any place on her body to hide the painting.

After she walked over, Meng Xinian jumped down steadily and walked to the grass where the painting had just been placed, and the painting was gone.

Just when he hid behind the tree, Jiang Xiao had already put away the painting. And he really didn't see where she received it.

In the meadow just now, he picked up a few small pieces of paper that had been pecked out by pheasants.

Rice grains are also painted on the shredded paper.

Meng took the shredded paper and put it under his nose.

He smelled the fragrance of the kind of grain that belonged to rice.

If he hadn't seen it clearly and that it was paper, it was drawing, he would have mistakenly thought that he was holding a grain of rice in his hand.