The young man crossed his arms across his chest and glanced in the direction of her finger, but then immediately moved to her face, as if he was studying her.
She met his gaze calmly.
"Ha, little girl, what you said is very interesting, but does this prove that this chicken is yours? Did this chicken fall from the sky and fall next to you?" The man suddenly laughed, showing a white mouth teeth.
The complexion on his face was dark, and his teeth looked particularly white.
"You are right, this chicken did fall from the sky." Shen Ning said seriously.
"Haha." The man smiled again, then put away his smile and looked at her seriously, "The sky will not drop a pie for no reason, nor will a chicken drop for no reason. I said this chicken It's mine, it's mine, because I shot it."
He bent down, picked up something from the pile of chicken feathers, and spread it out in his palm. It was the short, black arrow.
"Without my arrow, would this chicken fall from the sky? Little girl, this is my proof, so this chicken is mine," he said.
Shen Ning looked at it carefully and shook her head.
"You're right, the chicken you're holding is mine."
The smile on the man's face disappeared completely, his eyebrows raised, and a chill came over him.
"Little girl, what you say is unreasonable." He said coldly, with a fleeting murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"You are the one who is obviously unreasonable." She seemed not to notice his murderous intent at all, but still defended seriously.
"Then tell me, why am I being unreasonable?" The man seemed stunned and looked at her again.
This was the first time he had encountered a girl as bold and unafraid of death as her.
"What you shot was a pheasant with feathers, and what you are holding is a roasted pheasant. These are obviously two different chickens. How can you hold my roasted chicken and just... What about the chicken you shot?" she said.
This series of words was like a tongue twister, but her voice was clear and sweet, and her enunciation was clear, which made him stunned for a moment.
After she finished speaking, the man couldn't help scratching his scalp.
"It sounds like what you said makes sense. This chicken seems to be yours," he said.
She held out her hand.
"Then please return it to its original owner."
The man glanced at the hot and fragrant roast chicken in his hand, swallowed, and slowly handed it over reluctantly.
But just halfway through handing it out, he suddenly thought of something and suddenly withdrew his hand.
"No!" he said, "You little girl is so cunning, I almost fell into your trap! Although you roasted this pheasant, I shot it. If I hadn't shot it, How come you have this roasted chicken?”
Shen Ning smiled slightly: "What you said makes some sense. In this case, why not half as much as one person?"
"Okay, half for each person!"
The man was very happy this time. He tore the roasted chicken in half and handed the half with intact wings to her. He just grabbed the remaining half of the chicken and started chewing it.
His eating appearance was not polite at all. He could be described as gobbling it up. He ate half of the chicken in three mouthfuls until only a few chicken bones were left.
Wiping the oil on his mouth, he looked up at Shen Ning and said in shock: "Why don't you eat?"
Shen Ning just shook her head but said nothing.