"Let's just forget about it. Mo Youming isn't a bad person. It would be better to avoid the sect sending people to bother him again."
He felt sorry for Mo Youming, and since he hadn't done anything wrong, there was no need for more people to know about it.
Since Mo Youming was willing to let him leave, it meant that he trusted him and considered him a friend. He would never betray his trust.
It was still early, around six or seven o'clock, so the two headed towards the bamboo forest. Since it was where Jianjun lived, few people usually came here, and there weren't many people on the road.
As we slowly walked towards the large bamboo house where we had gathered, we could see the chubby boy and his friends huddled together, all looking down at something.
"Senior sister, what are you looking at?" Xi Yun asked, moving closer to Fei Rong.
Looking down at the ground, a half-meter-long red bird lay there, its feathers disheveled, as if many had been plucked. There was a small copper ring on its left claw, engraved with the character "sword," and a lot of blood was flowing around it.
It looks a bit ugly; the only unique feature is the small flame on its tail fin.
Its mouth was slightly open, emitting hoarse cries.
"This strange bird came from who-knows-where, it looks like it's dying," the chubby boy said, poking the red bird's head.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes, "Why don't we roast it and eat it? It's been a while since we've had meat."
Since arriving at the Sword Sect, I've mostly been eating whatever's available, and more than four months have passed in the blink of an eye. It's been a long time since I've had anything new to eat.
Upon hearing the chubby boy's words, Red Bird trembled, its screams grew louder, and it forced itself to move a few steps away from the chubby boy.
If they could speak, they would have shouted it out long ago.
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