Ling Mohan's deep black eyes flashed with a faint surprise. He was surprised that he would meet this little beggar again here. He thought he would leave after encountering the potential danger of the Jiufulin, but he unexpectedly came to the inner circle alone.

He met him in the afternoon, when he was squatting on the ground and digging herbs. He collected them one by one, and he was alone in the inner circle, as if he was not aware of danger.

With his indifferent personality, he would not pay much attention to this little beggar. However, for some reason, he did not leave, but looked at him secretly, watching him picking up a dead tree and making a small hole with a dagger, and then sitting there with another small dead branch. He didn't know what he was doing, but when he saw the wisps of light smoke coming out after he had drilled for more than an hour, he was even more surprised.

He actually rubbed two pieces of wood to create fire? He has never seen anyone use such a strange method. You should know that in addition to fire flasks, you can also use flints. If you don’t put two weapons together and rub them together, sparks can be emitted. However, this is the first time you see it.

But obviously, the little beggar was not ignorant of the danger. He used the small fire to burn the skinned snake and put out the fire, then climbed onto the big tree and found a place to sleep. He was so heartless that he could even hear her crying here.

If Ling Mohan knew what Feng Jiu was thinking at this time, he probably wouldn't have thought that way.

Originally, Fengjiu didn't notice anyone staring at her because she didn't feel murderous intent around her. However, when she squinted her eyes on the tree, she could feel a pair of eyes looking at her with inquiry. Therefore, she made a sound of snoring, as if she was asleep.

In fact, she was thinking that the other party didn't know when she was targeting her, and she didn't know she was targeted.

However, since the other party did not show up and did not pose any threat to her, she naturally would not break through the person in the dark, but she became secretly alert. After all, people in this world are immortal cultivation and cannot be treated as ordinary people, otherwise, she will only suffer.

The next morning, Fengjiu woke up amid the chirping of birds in the forest. While she was half awake and half asleep, she reached out and yawned and stretched. However, the balance of her waist and body was broken, and she fell from the tree.

"ah!"

"Bang!"

She exclaimed, and fell to the ground with a bang, falling among the weeds under the tree.

"Hiss! It hurts so much." She stood up, rubbed her waist and twisted her back before exhaling lightly: "Fortunately, I didn't break."

Not far away, the lush leaves half covered Ling Mohan's black figure. The deep black pupils glanced at the figure and then looked away.

When the little beggar woke up, he opened his eyes and saw that the little beggar was sleeping in a daze and stretched his waist on the tree and fell down. There were weeds and soil under the tree. If that kind of fall, he would naturally not have any major problems. Naturally, he watched coldly and did not pull him.

Seeing that the little beggar rubbed his waist and found two larger stones around him, sat under the tree and took out the herbs from his arms and mashed them together and stuffed them into his mouth, he couldn't help but frowned and stared at the little beggar, thinking to himself: This little beggar just ate roasted snake meat last night. Could it be that he was so hungry that he used herbs to fill his hunger?
Chapter completed!