Forget it, just pluck chicken feathers, it can be regarded as learning another craft.\%_%_Original_Creation%_%\
Xuanyue Wushuang killed the chicken with such speed.
The dagger was scratched on the pheasant's neck. The pheasant fluttered twice and then stopped moving.
Then...he started to pluck the chicken feathers.[
Pulling out chicken feathers is easy to say, but difficult to actually do.
The key is... it's not easy to pluck the chicken feathers cleanly.
After a while, Xuanyue Wushuang was sweating profusely.
He kept sneezing, and the pungent smell of chicken feathers made him unbearable.
The chicken feathers were less than half plucked, so he threw down the pheasant in his hand and ran to find Luo Qixi.
When we found Luo Qixi, she was squatting beside a creek digging a hole.
Xuanyue Wushuang slowly walked over, took a look, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Luo Qixi didn't even raise her head and replied, "Dig a hole..."
Of course he knew she was digging a hole...
He was just curious about what she was doing digging this hole.
"Dig a hole? Digging a hole for what?"
Luo Qixi dug the hole hard and answered absentmindedly, "It will be useful in a while. Why, the chicken feathers are all plucked out?"
He was startled...he looked a little unnatural and said, "No."
"No?"
Luo Qixi finally raised her little head. The delicate brows on her beautiful and refined little face were slightly frowned. She seemed to be a little dissatisfied and said, "Then what are you doing here? Why don't you go back and clean it out?"
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Xuanyue Wushuang coughed twice, with a suspicious blush on his face, "I...I...I'd better let me light the fire."
"You light a fire?"
Luo Qixi looked at him with contempt, "Come on, don't burn your clothes all at once."
Xuanyue Wushuang frowned, feeling a little annoyed by her contemptuous gaze, "Li Yue, you don't believe me?" [
"This is not a question of whether you believe it or not, but a matter of fact."
Luo Qixi's hole seemed to have been dug. She stood up, clapped her hands, stared at Xuanyue Wushuang for a few seconds, and then she curled her lips and smiled, "You won't tell me... how can you do something like this with chicken feathers?"
No way?"
Xuanyue Wushuang's expression froze, she pursed her lips and said, "What a joke, how could I not do such a thing? Don't underestimate me."
"Oh? Really? That's great. Then please, Prince, please pluck all the chicken feathers and bring them to me, okay?"
For the sake of his own face, even if Xuanyue Wushuang doesn't know how to do it, he still has to hold on.
He snorted softly and said bravely, "Just wait, I will get it done soon."
With that said, he turned around and left with a puff of his sleeves.
Xuanyue Wushuang walked back again.
He looked at the half-plucked pheasant on the ground, and his brows furrowed more and more.
At the same time, a stubbornness arose in my heart.
He didn't believe that such a thing could really stump him.
He must not let that woman underestimate him, and must not give her a chance to laugh at him.
So, with this feeling in her heart, Xuanyue Wushuang squatted on the ground again and started to pluck the chicken feathers.
"I asked, are you okay?"
Luo Qixi, who had been waiting for a long time, finally lost her patience and ran over from the creek.
The moment her eyes fell on Xuanyue Wushuang, she was startled for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
This time, he looked even more embarrassed and funny than when he made the fire before.