Feng Tianyou motioned for Lin Zishuang not to speak, then he took out a gun, fitted it with a silencer, and fired a shot.
He watched as the pheasant was hit, then put away his gun.
"Shuang'er, we can have meat for lunch."
Lin Zishuang nodded her head. Being from a family of skilled hunters, every time they went into the mountains, they always managed to bring back plenty of game.
So seeing the plump pheasant didn't surprise her much.
Feng Tianyou walked over and picked up the pheasant.
When Ah Long had set off, he had specially prepared some seasonings for him.
In fact, those seasonings were prepared by Ah Hu.
Ah Hu especially missed the game he had eaten in the Ling tribe, and since he was heading out to gather herbs and might spend the night in the mountains, these things were essential.
Before long, a delicious aroma wafted through the woods.
