In the middle of the stone, a bunch of fire crackled, within it, some small sparrows were being roasted. Everyone held a bird in their hand, eating with relish.
"As it's said, good and bad times are shared. With the pie in sight, since you all have already disturbed the nest of these sparrows, at least leave a few for us brothers who are still hungry." A cool voice rang in the ears of the group who were devouring their meal. They turned around warily and found a group of ten people led by a beautiful young woman, looking at them with a smile that was not exactly a smile.
Hearing Mu Lin's words, Yang Yuebin stepped forward, puzzled, "Little Mu Mu, don't you not eat birds?" On the first day, everyone had come to know of this because Mu Lin had let all the small birds caught by others go free.