Shen Ning's first reaction was, Mo Chuan!
"Now that you're here, why are you hiding and not showing up? Come out!" She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and raised her voice.
There was no sound around, except for the rustle of the wind in the treetops.
She waited for a while, but Mo Chuan never showed up, and she didn't bother to pay attention. She picked up the pheasant and walked to the stream to wash and peel it, and then roasted it on the fire.
After a while, the aroma overflowed, tempting your index fingers to move.
"It smells so good, it smells so good."
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind her, very close, but she actually didn't hear the slightest sound beforehand.
There were dry leaves all around her, and even if someone with the best Qing Gong stepped on them, they would make a slight rustling sound, but she didn't even know when the person behind her came, which shows how high this person's Qing Gong has reached.
There are only a few people in this world who have such superb light skills, and Mo Chuan is one of them.
Shen Ning was not surprised when she heard a voice coming from behind her. What surprised her was that it was the voice of a strange man and not Mo Chuan's at all.
She turned around, only to find that there was no one behind her.
"Hmph, you're just pretending to be a fool." She muttered, turned around again and looked at the roasted pheasant on the shelf, only to find that the golden and fragrant roasted pheasant had disappeared.
"It tastes so good, very good!" A voice of praise rang from above her head, and then, a gnawed chicken wing was thrown in front of her.
Shen Ning raised her head and saw two legs hanging from the branches above her head. The man's upper body was hidden in the thick leaves. She could only vaguely see that it was a man, but the man's face could not be seen.
The two exposed legs were wearing straw sandals and the trouser legs were in tatters, making him look like a farmer or hunter.
But how could Orion have such good skills
"This pheasant seems to be mine. Isn't it a little unreasonable for you to take it without telling me?" She only glanced at the man on the tree, then looked away, and said in a cold voice.
"Yours? Who said it's yours? It's obviously mine!" The man on the tree said in an exaggerated tone, his voice clear and powerful.
This made Shen Ning even more convinced that she had never known this person.
But that doesn't mean anything.
"If you want to eat it, you can ask, and I might give you this pheasant, but what is the difference between your behavior and stealing?"
"Steal? Who said I stole it! It was obviously you who stole my chicken!" The man in the tree shouted, and jumped down from the tree with a flick of his legs.
Shen Ning looked up and saw that he was a tall young man, no more than twenty years old. He was dressed like a farmer or a hunter, with coarse clothes and a half animal skin around his body. He had a short bow on his back and a bow on his waist. Don't wear a woodcutter.
He stared at her menacingly, with an evil look on his face.
In the wilderness, suddenly encountering a strange man with murderous intent would make any woman tremble in fear after seeing him.
"I roasted this chicken, and I also washed and peeled it. There are still feathers that I plucked, so of course this chicken is mine. Your Excellency said that this chicken is yours. What evidence do you have?"
Shen Ning pointed to the chicken feathers and internal organs on the ground and said calmly.
There was no fear or panic on her calm face.