"Hey, what are you talking about there? This bird is very fat. Come and bake it together." They were muttering, and Xie Xuan's voice suddenly came. They looked up and saw that Xie Xuan didn't know when to shoot down a flying bird. He was plucking hair from the nearby river.

they look at each other at the same time and think absurdly in their hearts, is Xie xuangen looking at the bird that is fatter and then beating it down to eat?

in such an atmosphere, the seventh day, the date of appointment with zuomo, finally came.

Xie Xuan seems to have no pressure. The night before, he ate...