Upon hearing Ji You's voice, Flying Bird paused slightly, then flapped its wings even faster.
Cheng Haoyue was still slightly confused: "It's a drone, why do you want to shoot it?"
Ji You appeared suddenly enlightened, and said, "Ah? Is it really a drone? I thought it was a real bird and could have a meal."
There was a deep sense of regret in her tone.
Cheng Haoyue's stomach growled loudly, but he still didn't move.
Ji You glanced at the crossbow arrow on his back, feeling quite envious. She instantly understood that even a bit of food wouldn't make Cheng Haoyue take the risk. Thus, Ji You casually said, "Do you think the Flying Bird might be carrying something related to the competition?"
"Hmm?" Cheng Haoyue's ears twitched, a hint of indecision flickering in his heart, but the corner of his eye caught the Flying Bird flying farther away!
With resolve, he suddenly drew the crossbow arrow, and aimed at the Flying Bird that had become a tiny dot in the sky!
Whoosh—
