"Stop right there!"
Cao Feng barged in through the courtyard gate, his face dark.
The words had barely left his mouth when half a roasted pheasant, trailing the aroma of hot oil, came flying straight at Zhao Tianxing's face!
WHOOSH!
Chu Fan, with his quick reflexes, snatched the roasted pheasant out of the air just before it could smash into Zhao Tianxing's face.
But the hot oil from the pheasant still splattered all over Zhao Tianxing's face.
"Aah! It's hot! It's hot!"
Zhao Tianxing threw the Bengyue Bow onto the table and frantically wiped his face with both hands.
"You little brat!"
Cao Feng stormed in, pointing at Zhao Tianxing and scolding, "You shot my bird last time, and now you're at it again?!"
"Master Cao, this... this is your bird?"
Zhao Tianxing, his face glistening with oil, asked in a daze, "I was wondering where this strange bird came from!"
In the courtyard...
"GAK GAK GAK!"
"GAK GAK GAK!"
The squawking sounded rather foul.
