"Qingge, do you want to eat rabbit meat?"
Si Mo's voice stirred a fierce killing intent around them.
The sudden wind lifted Mu Qingge's hair, making her neck feel a chill, as if an invisible sharp blade had brushed past it.
She looked around in confusion, but saw nothing unusual.
She calmed her surprise and answered Si Mo's question, "In this kind of situation, isn't it usually roasted? Or should we keep it alive?"
Her words made Si Mo's eyes gleam with even more amusement.
He suddenly raised his hand towards Mu Qingge, aiming to grab the 'rabbit' she was holding.
As his large hand closed in, the 'rabbit' bristled, its eyes fixed on him in a stiff gaze. Just as Si Mo's hand was about to touch it, it suddenly let out a faint whimper, as if shocked by ten thousand horrors, and began to struggle.
"What happened?" Mu Qingge pulled back her hand, letting it escape Si Mo's grasp.
