I'm not a wild eater

"This is a normal physiological reaction, every boy will."

"It's probably equivalent to, you girls have to go to the bathroom in the morning, probably like this."

Mu Qing's belly shrunk a little, and he bent his knees, making the small tent less obvious.

He explained in a disjointed manner.

【Hahahaha, Master Mu's desire to survive is pretty good. 】

[I really didn't tease you in my dream, I laughed so hard. 】

[By the way, men have to go to the toilet in the morning, and there is no distinction between men and women. 】

[This seems to be a good way, after all, in a dream, if you molested, you molested, and you won't lose money. 】

【Master Shu made a mistake in saying something, not all men know how to do it. 】

[Brother in front, why are you still watching live broadcasts, go see a doctor. 】

"What are you thinking, I mean pheasant."

"I found a pheasant in front of it. Use your bow and arrow to take it down. Today's meat will be there."

Yan Shu said, and clapped his hand with a smile.

Muqing's shooting of the hyena left a deep impression on her.

Calm and precise, the success rate is much higher than throwing a knife by yourself.

Throw away the dry clothes that Mu Qing took back, and turn his head away.

Mu Qing began to put on his clothes with a bitter face.

This big girl is so smitten, she shoots people whenever she shoots, and even shoots at the most important points.

Strong hands.

I seriously doubt that she did it on purpose.

After getting dressed, Mu Qing took the bow and arrow.

The two cautiously sneaked to the place where the clothes were dried.

Just now, Yan Shu came to help Mu collect his clothes and found a pheasant under the hillside.

"Where did it go?"

I didn't understand it at the original position, so Yan Shu looked around in confusion.

Mu Qing poked Yan Shu and pointed in another direction.

"That's it, that's it, shoot it!"

Yan Shu's voice was low, but he couldn't hide his excitement.

Mu Qing slowly stood up straight, fully drew the bow, and pretended to aim for a while.

call out!

The feather arrow left his hand, making a slight sound of breaking the wind.

Wok wok

The feather arrow was stained with sap that could seal the throat with blood, and it hit the vital point.

The pheasant didn't even finish its long cry, its neck tilted, and it rolled down the hillside.

"Ah! My chicken!"

Yan Shu got up anxiously, and ran down in small steps.

The pheasant rolled down a few steps before it was blocked by a tree on the road.

"Be careful."

Muqing reminded, and walked up quickly.

He drew out the feather arrow and wiped the blood on the ground, then walked up with the chicken head.

"Hey, roast chicken, roast chicken." Yan Shu followed behind Mu Qing, repeating happily.

"Master Shu, you boil some drinking water, and I'll deal with it."

Mu Qing confessed, and walked to the stream with the pheasant.

Yan Shu nodded, poured water into a long bamboo tube, and put it in the campfire.

Put away the meat that has been roasted, you don't need to eat it this morning.

After finishing it, Yan Shu trotted to the river to have fun.

"Master Mu, what are you doing with the chicken feathers?"

"It can be used to make feather arrows or pens. Chicken feathers are light and easy to carry."

"Do pens?"

Yan Shu thought it was normal to do Feather Arrow.

What are you doing as a pen?

"You can write and write, make some survival plan and so on." Mu Qing explained seriously.

He still hoped that Yan Shu could be made a little more detailed.

"You are so delicate."

Yan Shu laughed awkwardly and chose not to speak anymore.

After the big feather was plucked, Mu Qing began to deal with other chicken feathers roughly.

Cut off the position of the arrow and throw it away, throw away the chicken head, and chicken feet.

Dispose of chicken hearts, chicken livers and chicken gizzards, and nothing else.

"Oh, what a pity."

"If we're at camp, we'll have chicken stew, and the heads and claws can be used."