The big eyes were full of expectation.
Ji Nuan could only teach her the method once again.
Tuya held a shell beast shell that had been sharpened to a fine edge and easily cleaned out the fruits in the basket.
Soon, there were a few more strings of fruit slices hanging on the pole outside.
At lunchtime, Ji Nuan made some minced meat to feed the little fur ball. The little guy ate with great relish, licking the bowl clean.
The Bitter Tribe was peaceful and harmonious, but the forest at this time was not quiet at all.
Because the Bitter Tribe's hunting team had encountered Pierre and his hunting team once again.
"Tsk, what a coincidence, Shu, we've run into each other again," Pierre said, his eyes filled with malice, without the slightest hint of concealment.
The Bitter Tribal Chief, known as Shu by Pierre, pursed his lips and stared straight at Pierre, no longer showing the respectful fear he had when facing Ji Nuan and Harry.
