Chương 1730: Face-slapping, Round 9 (5)

She handed the entire pheasant, which was still wrapped in mud, to Sefiro. "The pheasant is ready. I'm sorry, but this is all I can find here in the mountains."

It had been an exhausting day for Sefiro, and she couldn't keep her eyes off that aromatic fowl. Of course she wouldn't say no.

Thump!

Feng Wu crushed the hard mud shell.

The aroma immediately filled their nostrils.

Starving, Sefiro stuffed a piece into her mouth.

"Wow! This is so good!" It was so delicious that she thought she was going to bite her tongue off!

Sefiro hummed happily and was almost in tears. She even forgot about the prickly sensation on her neck.

Feng Wu then handed Six and Seven a roasted pheasant each.

After that, she picked one up herself, sat down by the tree, crushed the mud shell, and started wolfing the meat down.

Seven and Six were very wary after the way Feng Wu had tricked them.

They were indeed famished.