"No, my brother asked Hall Master Yan to bring them," Mo Qingtian explained, then looked at the fish and shrimp in Liao Feng's bucket. There were quite a lot, but still not enough.
"I'll pick some with you, let's gather more. Fish and shrimp can be salted and dried to be stored for a long time. Between hunting demonic beasts, we can eat them too."
"No need, no need," Liao Feng quickly refused.
"Listen to me, first take the fruit to the team leader; don't leave it here. Otherwise, by the time we finish gathering fish and shrimp, there might not be much left."
Such good fruit, Mo Qingtian shouldn't let those who like to gossip, especially about him, eat it before he does.
Just the thought of it makes you feel aggrieved, so let's take them back first. If you leave them with the team leader, generally people don't dare to take from there.
