"Stop right there!"
Cao Feng stormed in through the courtyard gate, his face dark.
Before the words had even left his mouth, half a roasted pheasant came flying through the air trailing the fragrance of hot oil, heading straight for Zhao Tianxing's face!
Whoosh!
Quick as a flash, Chu Fan snatched up the roasted pheasant before it could smash into Zhao Tianxing's face.
But the hot oil on the pheasant still splattered all over Zhao Tianxing's face.
"Ahh! Hot! Hot!"
Zhao Tianxing tossed the Bēngyuè Bow onto the table and rubbed his face frantically with both hands.
"You little brat!"
Cao Feng charged in angrily and pointed at Zhao Tianxing as he cursed, "You shot my bird last time, and now you're at it again?!"
"This is your... your bird, Cao Shi?"
Zhao Tianxing's face gleamed with oil as he asked blankly, "So that's where that strange bird came from!"
In the courtyard...
"Squawk, squawk, squawk!"
"Squawk, squawk, squawk!"
It seemed to be cursing rather viciously.
Unfortunately, Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing could not understand bird language.
A head suddenly poked out from the doorway. It belonged to the Short Fat Youth.
He said pitifully, "There is nothing more miserable in this world than being shot by an arrow and having no one care."
Cao Feng and the other two looked at one another, rendered speechless.
Cao Feng, who had just been about to sit down, rose again and walked to the doorway.
He examined the youth's injury, pressed down on his shoulder, and said, "Bear with it. I'll pull the arrow out when I count to three."
"One!"
"Puchi!"
The youth let out a shriek. "Instructor, didn't you say you'd count to three? What about two?"
"All right, stop shouting!" Cao Feng said with a frown. "The wound isn't