章節 1725: Face-slapping, Round 8 (8)

She was alive and breathing, and sitting next to them. She was nowhere close to being dead.

Seeing that Sefiro and Six were paying no attention to her, Feng Wu caught a pheasant from the woods, cleaned it, and wrapped it inside a lotus leaf. She then wrapped it in a thin layer of mud before roasting it.

Night was setting in, and Feng Wu hadn't eaten for an entire day.

It was cold in the mountains at night, and she desperately needed some food in her system.

While she was roasting the pheasant, Sefiro and Six were discussing how to kill her. It was a surprisingly harmonious scene.

As the mixed scents of the lotus and the pheasant slowly rose out of the mud…

Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching.

At that moment, Sefiro was telling Six, "Feng Wu must be dead. I know it! Seven —"

But she stopped abruptly when she saw the person who was approaching them.

That was because —

It was none other than Seven himself!