Huahua decisively continued to enjoy the sunset. The sunset was more fun than this kid, and the seagulls above her head were also more fun than this kid: "Brother Ling, I think the seagulls here are great."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a seagull flying overhead and landed on his table with a plop.
Huahua was startled: "Ah!"
Xiao Zhengtai turned her face slightly: "Give it to you."
Huahua took another closer look and found that the poor seagull had a small blade stuck in its abdomen. The little shot stopped waving the knife and continued to eat.
Huahua: "..."
The few people at the table were not surprised that they were as frightened as he was.
Huahua was stunned for a full minute. The seagull was already dying.
"Did you kill it?" Huahua's lips suddenly trembled.
He recalled that this seagull flew quite high, and its speed was not slow.
The ghostly young boy raised his eyes innocently: "Didn't you say that this seagull is very good? I'll give it to you to make some soup."
"Holy shit," Huahua felt her scalp numb: "It's all a waste if you don't call me this name!"
Damn it, did you kill this seagull because of your bad mouth, or is this young lady really a ghost?
Do you have any kindness? He actually killed a seagull like that. How did he do it? His eyesight, accuracy, damn it, bastard!
"Thank you for the compliment, but I missed the shot a little. It should be this kind of heart, but I haven't figured out where the seagull's heart should be, so I missed it." Xiao Zhengtai was a little annoyed, secretly observing Nightingale's face, and found that she
He concentrated on eating without making any comments, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was most afraid of being disappointed by Nightingale.
Huahua looked at the dead seagull on the table and lost her appetite. "Brother Ling, please move this poor thing away quickly. I can't even eat anymore just looking at it."
Lingyin also objected to this kind of indiscriminate killing of innocent people. He warned the ghostly young lady with his eyes secretly, and handed the seagull's body to the waiter.
The little ghost boy was very innocent. Nightingale raised her head and said calmly: "Go back and study the heart diagrams of various animals carefully, and you will not make such a low-level mistake. Moreover, what are you trying to show off to others with this behavior?
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"I know." The devilish young lady was in a bad mood today because of some things. Now she was scolded by Nightingale. She obviously felt that she was really not progressing enough and she was feeling lost. Nothing she had done recently was satisfactory.
Nightingale was satisfied. Xiaozheng lowered his head and reflected on himself. He really wanted to participate in the next mission. Unfortunately, Nightingale firmly disagreed. In fact, he was a bit angry and wanted to find something to vent his depression.
So the little seagull was shot upside down.
"Sorry." Nightingale smiled apologetically at Huahua.
Huahua held the knife and fork: "It's okay, I just think it's not good to kill innocent people indiscriminately, especially for small animals like this, which are hard to survive."
Lingyin brought a bottle of champagne and poured four glasses.
Little Shota muttered: "I only know that the weak will eat the strong."
"You are too violent." Lingyin said: "You should learn more from Nightingale. The law of the jungle is not based on killing innocent people indiscriminately. Otherwise, there will be no great achievements in the future. In everything, we must pay attention to the situation. We are here.
Those who eat are not here to watch your solo show."
That's right, how scary.
Huahua gave his eldest wife 52 likes, "Come, let's drink."