So he cleared his throat. "All right, you're overthinking it. I wasn't planning to give it to Red Sister."
After Gu Jiahui returned to the Bamboo Forest, she was acting a little strangely too. She sat there in a daze, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.
Flower Lord was still lying not far from her, squinting as it absorbed spiritual energy.
Feng Jun watched for a while longer and saw the crow bring over two tiny river snails, placing them on a rock at the edge of the Bamboo Forest as though presenting treasures.
Heavens have mercy, in the dead of winter, finding even one frog last time had been an incredible stroke of luck. Bringing back two thumb-sized river snails now was no easy feat either—the river had frozen over all around.
The butterfly lazily flapped its wings and flew onto the rock. Its pointed mouth was not a beak, but it was harder than a keratinized beak. It directly pecked open the shells of the two snails and pulled out the meat to eat.
The snails were already tiny, and it was a picky eater. It only ate a piece of meat the size of a pinky nail, tossing away the rest of the guts.
As it bobbed its head to peck, Crow King watched it, bobbing its own head along like a puppet on strings.
After finishing the snails, the butterfly lazily flew back to Gu Jiahui.
Gu Jiahui took out a sausage, tore open half the wrapper, and set it on the rock in front of Flower Lord.
Though she felt close to this butterfly, she was actually a little afraid of it and had not dared to feed it before.
But Feng Jun had given her a talisman, which gave her considerably more courage. Besides,