The sunset behind the mountain in the late autumn was full of desolation.
Zhao Zhan first took Chengfeng to see the place where the big tiger was buried, and then called him to go deep into the mountains with him.
Zhao Zhan was familiar with many of the animal nests, but in the past, he had always been alone when he hunted. Unless he happened to encounter them, he would not risk his life to hunt those animals.
Zhao Zhan was prepared to hunt a plum deer this time.
The whole body of a plum deer was a treasure to behold. Whether it was the antler or the cuffs, they were all good medicinal materials. He remembered that some time ago, he had inadvertently heard Doctor Zhou mention that recently there was a medicine in urgent need of fresh antler as a drug primer.
Chengfeng sniffed around after entering the forest. By the time Zhao Zhan found the herd, if he had not pulled him in time, Chengfeng would have rushed out.
"Don't mess around."
