Chapter 19: Headhunters, Choppers, and Black Meows

Feng Yexin always came silently, and went like a ghost, and even the tube of the earth fairy didn't see how she disappeared. couldn't help snorting coldly, and said: "I don't know what I think above, I actually tolerate the Wind Demon Palace to enter the Xia Ting, and also interfere in law enforcement, the most righteous place, I want to make it demonic, hum, ridiculous!" ā€

After complaining, he quickly left.

A whirlwind swept and disappeared, and the heart of the wind stood on the high branch again, as if it had never left, and glared coldly in the direction of the departing pipe.

"One low-grade earth immortal, two high-grade cultivators, Zhao Feichen, Zhao Feichen, you can't escape! It's too shrewd to deal with. ā€

Feng Yexin looked up into the distance and sighed softly: "Your Highness the Holy Maiden...... This person is obviously unambitious, timid and cowardly, even if he is born with holy words, he is still a waste, unbearable, hum! Why do I have to please him? ā€

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Dormancy after extreme fatigue is often sweet.

Zhao Feichen has never slept so comfortably, although he admires the sky and the earth, although the fallen leaves are quilts, and the rotten wood is used as pillows.

After opening his eyes, he found that the sky was bright, and He Qiao'er had already woken up, sitting on the root of the big tree, looking down and cutting a large piece of wood with a hunting knife, the little face was red and fluttering, it seemed to have been sharpened for a long time, so it seemed a little difficult, and the ponytail at the back of the head was flicked with the movement, which added a bit of playfulness.

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhao Feichen supported his waist and slowly supported his body, his legs were still very sore, but he was full of strength, not the uncomfortable softness before.

"One day and one night......" He Qiao'er hurriedly put down the things in his hand, got up and said: "There is some rabbit meat stuffed in the soil, just wait for you to wake up and eat." ā€

"Stuffy bunny?" Zhao Feichen stared at He Qiao'er curiously, wanting to see how bored she was.

There was a layer of charcoal fire on the mud floor, and He Qiaoer scraped the charcoal layer with a hunting knife, revealing the mud surface that had long been roasted and dried up. She skillfully dug with a knife and dug in a circle, the edges neatly rounded, obviously not the first time she had done so.

A hot big mud ball was carefully held out by her, and the back of the knife was knocked, and the mud ball shattered, revealing the rabbit meat wrapped in large leaves, which was fragrant and extremely attractive. She triumphantly put the knife back into the sheath, shook the ponytail on the back of her head, and looked like she was waiting for your praise, which was very cute.

Zhao Feichen smiled dumbly, isn't this the practice of calling a flower chicken! Then he couldn't laugh anymore, because a huge black dog sprang out of nowhere, sticking out his tongue and salivating, staring at the rabbit meat and staring at the rabbit meat in a daze.

Seeing the sudden big black dog, Zhao Feichen was startled, and He Qiao'er was pretty, and shouted happily: "Black roaring dog, good guy." ā€

She actually threw the stuffy rabbit meat in her hand over.

Watching the rabbit meat fly in the air, Zhao Feichen: "......"

The big black dog held his head high proudly, and he didn't take it at all, which meant that he didn't eat the food that came to him.

The fragrant rabbit meat smashed to the mud ground at once, and rolled a few times, and it was suddenly dirty.

Zhao Feichen's mouth opened, his face full of regret. He had just gotten up, and he was hungry, and he had no meat to eat.

He Qiao'er seemed to be more disappointed than him, and muttered, "It turns out that there is a master!" ā€

Zhao Feichen reminded: "It won't be the hound chasing us!" ā€

"Oops! I forgot about this stubble...... "He Qiao'er hurriedly grabbed the hunting bow from his back, and pulled the string arrow and pointed at the big black dog.

The big black dog kicked the ground on all fours, jumped quickly, and pounced on He Qiao'er at once, and the speed was amazingly fast, and a phantom appeared. It shook Zhao Feichen's eyes.

He Qiao'er's movements were also dexterous, seeing that there was no way to avoid it, she countered the hunting bow forward, and grabbed the handle of the knife at her waist with the other hand.

The big black dog bit the bow, turned its head sideways, and with great strength, it snatched the hunting bow.

Thanks to He Qiao'er, she knew the power of the black roaring dog, and she didn't plan to compete with it on the hunting bow.

The big black dog turned its head violently, threw the hunting bow that it had bitten away, and then bit down on the body of the knife that was slashing, and the canine teeth rubbed against the blade, making a tooth-inducing sound of metal grinding.

He Qiaoer's little face was flushed, and the tiger's mouth holding the knife was actually cracked and bleeding, and finally she couldn't hold the hunting knife in her hand, and let the big black dog take it away and throw it away. With her empty hands, she did not retreat but advanced, kicked with one foot and kicked with one foot, drawing a swift arc that was both beautiful and sharp, and kicked the big black dog's flank.

The big black dog whined and fled with his tail between his legs.

He Qiao'er gasped and retreated, and pulled Zhao Feichen up: "Brother Feichen, go quickly, people who raise black roaring dogs are very powerful." ā€

Zhao Feichen shook his head and said: "People have dogs, how can they escape, they will always come when they should come, just wait here!" ā€

He Qiao'er saw that his expression was calm, and his flustered heart calmed down, and said with a smile: "Yes, no matter how powerful the black roaring dog is, how can it be compared to Brother Feichen." ā€

Zhao Feichen smiled bitterly: "It's not powerful, and you don't have to compare it with a dog!" Also, if you don't get you some food for Brother Feichen, I'm afraid I'll starve to death before being bitten to death by a dog. ā€

He Qiao'er's little face turned red, and she twisted: "I'...... I'll go get it. ā€

She hurriedly ran to the root of the tree, took out a palm-sized oiled paper bag from He Da's back bag, and came back and handed it to Zhao Feichen.

Zhao Feichen unfolded it and took a look, it was a package of dried meat, looking at the color, it was obvious that he had just been smoked by the smoke and fire, and he tried to take a bite, it tasted quite good, it seemed to be rabbit meat.

He Qiao'er looked at him with a slightly nervous expression, and asked softly, "Is it delicious?" ā€

"Hmm, it's delicious, it's so fragrant...... Uh-uh...... "Zhao Feichen was really hungry, he stuck his throat and coughed dryly.

He Qiaoer hurriedly stepped up, patted her back and handed over the water bag.

After Zhao Feichen took a good breath, he continued to gobble up, and in a few clicks, he ate all the packets of rabbit meat, took the Mianpai handed by He Qiao'er, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "It's so delicious." ā€

He Qiao'er smiled shyly, blushed and withdrew her handkerchief from Zhao Feichen's handkerchief, turned around and ran away.

She flicked her ponytail briskly, and the red silk that tied Zhao Feichen's wrist before was tied back at some point, looking fresh and bright.

Zhao Feichen looked at him in a daze, it seemed that when he was sleeping, He Qiao'er was busy doing a lot of things, compared with this diligent little girl, he was too lazy and useless.

Soon, He Qiao'er came back with a bitter face, holding her hunting bow in one hand and her hunting knife in the other, and said with a crying voice: "Brother Feichen, the headhunter is broken, and the chopping is also broken." That's a bad dog. ā€

Headhunters, chopping bars, what the hell? Zhao Feichen looked confused, but following her distressed eyes, she immediately guessed that she was talking about her hunting bow and hunting knife, and couldn't help asking, "You still name them?" ā€

He Qiao'er showed a surprised look and asked rhetorically, "Isn't Brother Feichen?" ā€

Zhao Feichen shook his head, paused, seemed to remember something, and shouted: "My computer is called Black Meow Meow......"

He suddenly understood He Qiao'er's feelings for his hunting bow and hunting knife, and his voice lowered: "There is also a 'dumb dust' ......"

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