Wenlong was stunned by the little girl and stood motionless in the tree. Such technique, such strength-it shattered his little sense of pride.
"What's wrong, little miss? I'm hungry. Could you get me some leopard meat to eat?" the little girl asked, covering her mouth as she laughed.
"Call me big brother, big brother, big brother! Important things need saying three times. For what you did just now, I'll make you a meal and repay the favor." Wenlong was genuinely a little angry.
"All right, little miss, I understand." The little girl's face was wreathed in smiles, her eyes curved into crescents.
Looking at her smiling face, he could no longer stay angry. With a helpless sigh, he went to cut some meat from the Demon-Hunting Leopard and took it to the Small Creek to wash.
After cleaning the leopard meat, he was just about to wash the grime off his face.
The little girl behind him spoke again. "Little miss, wash your face nice and clean. You'll look even prettier."
Wenlong grew angry again and no longer felt like washing his face. He set the leopard meat over some dry firewood and lit a fire to roast it.
Once it was nearly done, he sprinkled on seasonings and brushed it with sesame oil, turning the meat while adding more seasoning.
Before long, the aroma wafted everywhere. The little girl kept swallowing her saliva and asking, "Is it ready?"
Wenlong simply ignored her. The little girl gazed at him pitifully, still swallowing her saliva.
He could not harden his heart again. "Don't rush. It'll be ready soon. Eating it before it's cooked will make you sick."
The little girl swallowed her saliva as she answered, "Okay, I know."
The roast meat was finally ready. The little girl took the piece