After so many days on the island, even if he doesn't complain, eating dried provisions and demonic beast meat has made him sick of it. This is fruit, something he often eats, but on this Demon Heart Island, it's truly unique.
"Hall Master Yan, can I ask you a question?"
"Ask away."
Yan Feng looked at him and said.
"Um... I don't know how to put this, but I just want to ask... has my team killed any demonic beasts?" Qin Tian always had a feeling that the demonic beasts they've been hunting these days weren't real demonic beasts.
But if they weren't demonic beasts, then what could they be? Clearly, they've been injured and bled, and the demonic beasts were also hacked to death by them.
However, there was a voice deep in his heart telling him that those demonic beasts were fake.
Yan Feng: "..."
This was a very good question, but how could he answer it?
He sighed heavily, looked earnestly at Mo Qingtian, and then lifted his hand to pat him on the shoulder again.
