Lingtuo stayed calm and unhurried, one arm hooked by the girl. He didn't move, just raised the hunting rifle with one hand and easily took aim at the fleeing black rabbit. He smiled and said, "We're having roast wild rabbit for lunch today."
His words had barely fallen when the gunshot rang out. But the black rabbit didn't drop. It wasn't that Lingtuo's marksmanship was off—at his level, no matter how fast the rabbit, it could never escape his palm. It was because Jia Xuan pushed him just then.
In that split second, the wild rabbit vanished.
Lingtuo looked puzzlingly at the girl beside him. "What's wrong?"
Jia Xuan pouted. "The little rabbit is so pitiful. Maybe it has babies at home waiting for it to come back for dinner. Killing it is too cruel."
Lingtuo let out a helpless little laugh. "If you think like that, how are we supposed to hunt at all?"
Jia Xuan shook his arm. "Then let's not hunt. We'll just play around a bit."
