Hu Xiang ran to the fire and sat down. She spread her hands and a plump, plucked pigeon fell out of her arms.
Pigeons, they are actually pigeons! Great, I ate roasted squab! I haven’t even had a drink of water since I was captured by bandits.
My eyes widened and I looked straight at the pigeon hiding quietly on the ground. My saliva hissed and flowed from the corner of my mouth...
Hu Xiang raised his eyebrows, opened and closed his two red lips, and started foaming at the mouth: "Awesome, I caught it! Do you want to know where it came from?"
I wiped my saliva and nodded like I was pounding garlic.[
Hu Xiang became more and more excited as he spoke, and his tone became higher and higher, almost as if he was shouting: "Oh ha ha ha... When I was collecting firewood just now, this guy actually flapped his wings and pooped on my head! Huh huh.
!Dare to disturb this young lady."
Hu Xiang suddenly stopped and laughed sadly a few times, even his voice was sinister: "The end result will be roasted pigeon!"
Every time she said something, Sima Qing's face became darker. By the time she finished speaking, Sima Qing's face was as black as if it had been sprayed with squid juice!
After finishing speaking, Hu Xiang picked up a stick, quickly skewered the pigeons, and put them on the fire to roast, with a triumphant smile on his face, as if he had found gold...
"Ahem..." Sima Yang coughed heavily, attracting the attention of Hu Xiang, who was intoxicated. His clear and sweet voice rippled: "Hu Xiang... that's a homing pigeon. Ahem, when you catch it, there is