Yifeng was criticized by her and probably understood what she meant. She had to eat some wild game, but everything in the world had spirituality, so it was so easy for them to get into their mouths.

Although they have some practices, there are people who are more advanced than their mantras everywhere.

Not to mention it being far away, even the gray-eared little rabbit under the tree in front of you may not be the opponent, let alone peeling and cramping others and then baking them for food.

Wait, what is Meng'er doing?

Is the gray-eared rabbit in her arms?

At this moment, fine beads of sweat had emerged from Yifeng's forehead, and his originally blue eyes turned black...

It seemed as if she dreamed that Yi Feng stood there in her original place, and she didn't seem to be looking for food for her, so she had to do it herself.

Just as I was thinking about whether to go to the river to catch fish or make a trap to catch pheasants, I saw a gray-eared little meat rabbit arching out from the tree in front of me. It was full of flesh and meat, and it must be delicious when roasted.

Simeng stared at the meat rabbit. When she thought of the roasted rabbit with a fragrant meat in her mind, she swallowed and spitted unconsciously. She rushed forward, grabbed the meat rabbit's ears and hugged them tightly in her arms.

"Meng'er, let go of the rabbit!" Yifeng took two steps and his voice trembled.

Simeng pouted her mouth, turned her head, and hugged the rabbit in her arms tighter, "Hmph! It's your business that you don't eat live things, I don't care so much! I finally grabbed this rabbit. What should I eat if I put it?"

Yifeng thought that the gray-eared rabbit had been practicing for at least three or four thousand years. At this moment, he had just woken up from the cave and walked around, and was caught by Meng'er as food. He was not angry at all. Ke Meng'er said something to eat someone else, which would make him angry, but it would be troublesome.

I didn't care about it anymore and could only use my best moves.

I saw Yifeng chuckling with his lips and leaning his hands towards Si Meng's waist. Her body trembled and loosened her hands. The rabbit fell from her arms and disappeared in a flash.

"Ah... you dead caterpillar, why did you suddenly itch? Look, the rabbit you got was scared away by you! You..." Simeng turned around and roared at Yifeng, without a trace of woman's reserve.

Uh...yes, reserved. Simeng seemed to realize this, with a little embarrassed look, and the original scream of surprise slowly lowered: "I don't care, you've lost all my food. You have to find it, and declare that you won't eat nectar!"

Seeing that the danger was relieved, Yifeng's eyes flashed and the ink had dissipated. At this moment, his thin lips were slightly closed, his hands were frozen in the air. He thought quickly and then thought, and finally blurted out: "Just Yi Meng'er, go to Wuxi in front to grab some fish and roast it!"

Seeing Yifeng relax, Si Meng immediately showed joy and held his wrist and said softly: "Haha! Good insects, good insects! That's what it means! I've just recovered from a serious illness and my body is very weak! Of course, I should eat some good food! Let's go! Catch the fish!"

In the middle of the country, a waterfall about hundreds of feet high rose from the ground and towered into the clouds, but I don’t know where to start or where to end.

The water of this crooked waterfall is winding and flowing for years, and there are countless streams and rivers wherever it passes. The creatures in the world, both young and old, use this as the source of water to reproduce and prosper.

The stream near the northwest border of the country is derived from the waterfall, and many creatures live around the stream.

The Bodhi tree that settles under the wind and the dream is only two or three miles away from this stream.

Si Meng followed Yifeng's footsteps slowly through the woods, and from time to time, the clear and pleasant bird songs and extremely gentle wind sounds came from the ears.

After walking for less than a quarter of an hour, Wuxi, which Yifeng said, was already in front of him.

Si Meng only feels that the green grass here is quiet, the flowers are like stars, the flowing water is gurgling, and the clear and clear. This is probably the case with the fairyland mentioned in the book.

When the breeze blows on my face, it is mixed with a fragrant smell of flowers and plants, which is sucked into my lungs, making me feel refreshed.

Si Meng shook Yifeng's hand away, rolled up her sleeves, then rolled her skirt to her knees, and slowly slid into the water with barefoot.

"Chongchuang, didn't you say you would help me catch fish? You can't come down yet!" Simeng held a piece of branch in her hand and kept heading towards the water fork.

Yifeng saw water splashing in front of her eyes, her clothes were mostly wet, and the branch she called "harpoon" was still empty.

"Meng'er, look at me!" He raised his right hand, and in an instant the fish in the water actually ran under the dreamlike harpoon and lined up.

"Uh...hehe! That's about the same!" Simeng looked down and raised her hand to Yifeng with satisfaction, then raised her branches and forked it hard, but she still said to the fish that were about to become her belly, "Hey! Everyone, take your time! Don't squeeze! Don't jump in line! Hehe..."

In a moment, her branch was filled with fish the size of a palm.

"Hurry, insects! Make fire! Grill fish!" Simeng looked at her battle results and showed off her proudly.

When she came ashore, Yifeng had already set the fire on his feet and was waiting for her fish to be put on the shelves.

Si Meng was staring at the grilled golden fish with a mouthful of water and sniffing it again and again. Her red lips opened slightly and glanced at Yifeng, who was burying his head to eat fish, "Hey! I said, "Chongzhe, don't you find it strange? This fish doesn't have a trace of fishy smell, and even has a faint sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes. This departure is really a special place. Is the air too fresh? There is no pollution? Or is my grilled fish so high that I can actually make fishy... "

Yifeng was happy to eat. When she heard her say this, her eyes turned purple and almost choked to death. After coughing for a while, she said with a handsome face: "Meng'er is too worried! This is clearly a fish, where does the smell of sweet potatoes? Are you hungry? Eat quickly, eat quickly, it's not delicious if it's cold!"

When Si Meng heard him say it, she thought it made sense. It was just a fish with sweet potato flavor, but it was still a fish after all!

So I opened my mouth and took a bite, chewed it slowly, and it was indeed sweet and crispy. "Well... delicious! The taste of this fish is really special, and it tastes very similar to the roasted sweet potato I ate when I was a child! Haha!"
Chapter completed!