Mo Shangjun's boots and pant legs were all wet, indicating she had waded through the river. As she moved through the jungle, her pant legs picked up a bunch of mud and tree debris, with some areas even torn and frayed. One could imagine how much effort Mo Shangjun had expended along the way.
As she got closer, Ruan Yan obviously felt the killing intent emanating from her.
"Hungry?"
Seizing the moment before Mo Shangjun could take action, Ruan Yan proactively asked.
In situations like this, taking the initiative is never wrong. — His strong survival instincts told Ruan Yan so.
Mo Shangjun stopped about a meter away from him.
The stick pressed into the ground, and with the movement of her fingers, it circled in place, with dirt splattering at the contact point — who knows how much force she used.
After a brief pause, Mo Shangjun gave him a faint smile, then bit her teeth and asked, "Got any food?"
