Mu Xing stared at the rabbit meat wrapped in a golden coat and swallowed. He looked at Su Xinyi and said, "I didn't expect you to be so skilled."
Su Xinyi chuckled lightly; this was her survival skill. When hunting in the mountains, sometimes, she would be gone for days and still had to feed herself. "Of course," she replied.
Mu Xing clicked his tongue. This Sixth Missy really didn't know what modesty was.
With three rabbits, the group barely had enough to eat. They couldn't put out the campfire at night, as danger was everywhere on the grassland, and wolves could appear at any moment. A fire burning would make them more cautious.
The summer on the grassland was much cooler than in Southern Qi Country. In the late evening, Su Xinyi could feel a slight chill. No wonder the Tatars and the Wala had decided to harvest early this year. The weather wasn't that good.
