Ye Chenfeng was walking leisurely, and just as Yanran was about to urge him to hurry up, she noticed he had somehow lit a cigarette.
"Can I say this is my weapon?"
Ye Chenfeng's sentence left Yanran speechless, as the last time, Ye Chenfeng had saved her life with a cigarette butt.
"Okay, at least walk a little faster. We don't know how far behind we are. No matter how capable we are, the prey has already been swept up by them." Yanran urged.
"Swoosh!"
Suddenly, there was a loud rustling in a certain bush, with leaves falling continuously. Judging by the noise, it was definitely something larger than a rabbit.
"There's prey!"
Yanran shouted excitedly as she took down the compound crossbow slung across her back and pursued.
In such a hunting competition, unless one reaches an absolutely quiet place, attacks like Yanran's last hunting can only be done by chasing.
