As Le Dewang spoke, he lifted his arm that was holding the thin line, and a mouse was fished up, hanging on a silver hook and struggling, making a "squeak" sound. The rat was very fat, at least three pounds, and looked a little clumsy.

"Awesome!" Liu Fei gave a thumbs up and praised. For Liu Fei, he never hesitates to praise.

"Hey, hey."

Ledwin smiled and grabbed the mouse in his hand, and threw the mouse to the ground, and after the mouse fainted, he immediately grabbed the rat's head and slashed on the sharp sickle, cut off the mouse's head, and threw it directly through the gap in the wooden board to the window.

After cutting off the head of the mouse and bleeding, he gently rubbed the body of the mouse along the edge of the sickle, and then, with a tear of both hands, the fur on the mouse was peeled off from head to tail, revealing the fat and tender fresh meat.

The technique of removing the internal organs is also clean and neat, still a light stroke on the edge of the sickle, the finger is pulled inside the intestine-opening mouse, a string of internal organs is pulled out, and it is thrown out, the action is fast and accurate, the flow is smooth, without the slightest hindrance, obviously, he has long been familiar with this thing.

Barbecue rat meat.

Whether fishing for rats or skinning or disemboweling, Le Dewang shows maturity and concentration that is not commensurate with his age. At the barbecue, Le Dewang showed a gluttony that matched his age.

The method of grilling is very chic, cut into several long strips, put on a washed iron plate, and then put the iron plate on the fire and slowly roast it, from time to time sprinkle a little fine salt and some spices that Liu Fei does not know.

Soon, the small room was filled with the appetizing smell of meat, and at this time, the moonlight shone through the window.

"How's it taste?" Le Dewang seemed to enjoy Liu Fei's expression and asked proudly.

"Very good."

Liu Fei admired while eating, this young man's craftsmanship was quite good, which made Liu Fei, who was quite confident in himself, feel ashamed. However, Liu Fei immediately thought that the variety of spices on the earth is very rich, which can be compared with the six star domains, and besides, the earth itself is the birthplace of the food of the seven star domains, and Le Dewang has never left the earth, and it is natural that he can maintain the original flavor of the earth.

After filling the temple, the fire was extinguished, and the two sat on the dry grass, leaning against the wall and chatting.

"Le Dewang, what do you want to do with your brains?" Liu Fei asked tentatively, he was very curious about this question, you know, the history of the optical brain is not very long, at the time of the great interstellar migration of human beings, the optical brain was still just a concept, at that time, the predecessor of the optical brain was a computer.

"Confidentiality."

Sure enough, as Liu Fei expected, once something related to technology was involved, Le Dewang would be vigilant and directly refuse to answer any questions.

"If you can give me that cutlass I can tell you something." Le Dewang said suddenly.

"Ahh Liu Fei was stunned for a moment and decisively refused. Yuehua is not just a weapon, he is also a gift from Cassel to Liu Fei. What's more, Liu Fei and Yuehua have an indescribable wonderful feeling, which is a kind of water-to-water spiritual exchange, which cannot be described by pen and ink.

"Can you lend me a look?" Le Dewang seemed to be very interested in Liu Fei's Yuehua and begged.

"Absolutely." Liu Fei handed Yuehua to Le Dewang without hesitation.

"Wow-the handle is so comfortable, is it sharp-ah-" Le Dewang stroked his fingers lightly on Yuehua's blade.

"Don't-" Liu Fei sighed, he still shouted late.

"So sharp."

Le Dewang looked at the bleeding fingers, looked at the moonlight with a cold glow, and gasped. The scimitar was much sharper than he had imagined.

For people like Le Dewang who have been dealing with cold weapons for a long time, they have an almost instinctive intuition about good cold weapons. Le Dewang's curiosity about Yuehua stems from the feeling that Liu Fei rests Yuehua on his throat, when Liu Fei rests Yuehua on his throat, he can feel a strong breath of death, and it is the chilling breath of death that makes Le Dewang dare not act rashly.

"It's not just sharp, it's self-healing."

"Can it fix itself?" Le Dewang's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the Yuehua in his hand with an incredulous expression.

"Yes, he is shaping memory metal that will never be damaged, and, I believe, it is spiritually alive."

"Spiritual! Wouldn't it—"

"Give it to me."

Liu Fei took Yuehua, Yuehua held it in his hand, and suddenly the light was sheng, as if it was a luminous body, and the blade of the knife became crystal clear because of the light. Liu Fei waved lightly in the air, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, as if it was a cold winter moon, and an inexplicable chill filled the air.

"Wow, there's really spirituality, there's really there!"

Ledewang danced and shouted excitedly.

"Shh Suddenly, Liu Fei made a silent motion, "Someone."

Le Dewang's body immediately became extremely soft, his eyes became vigilant, and he cautiously walked to the window to look, but unfortunately, the direction of this window was on the other side of the road, and he could not see anything.

It's quiet.

Le Dewang listened attentively, and after a long time, at last there was a cacophony in the distance, and occasionally someone spoke, faintly, intermittently, obviously, still far away.

Ledewang looked at Liu Fei with a look of surprise, he felt incredible, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Liu Fei could hear so far away.

"They came in this direction, and there were five of them." Liu Fei gently stroked Yuehua.

"Do you know how many they have?" Le Dewang's gray-blue eyes widened.

"Shall we go somewhere else?" Liu Fei suggested.

"Wait, I listen to their voices, very familiar, very familiar voices, haha, it's Uncle Muhammad, it's Uncle Muhammad coming!" Ledewang shouted excitedly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, I'm sure it's them! Hurry, hurry! Let us go down to meet Uncle Muhammad, who is the bravest warrior of our tribe, and I adore him the most, quick. ”

Le Dewang kept urging Liu Fei, and the two removed the stone slab that defended against the beast and ran towards the bottom of the stairs.

The two men ran out of the building and along the weed-covered road, where five torches could already be seen. The flames of the torches shine brightly in the forest.

"Uncle Muhammad, Uncle Muhammad, I'm Le Dewang, I'm Le Dewang!"

"Haha, it's our Le Dewang, our brave warrior Le Dewang." A rugged and bold voice rang out in the bushes in the distance.

As the light approached, five large men with torches strode towards the two of them.