"I trust you this time; if you don't come in seven days, I'll tell my father, and your camp will be far from peaceful! I'll come and settle the score with you!"
After saying this, he decisively turned around, and another whistle sounded. The deer that had just left returned, becoming his mount, and they headed into the depths of the forest, one man and one deer.
Leaving behind two big-eyed deer, obedient and well-behaved, nestled in the arms of Ruan Mian and Shaoxi.
"Miss, who is he? If we could hunt that deer, it would be enough to feed us for a month!"
Ruan Mian smiled and patted the little deer's head.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? The indigenous people living in Longchang Mountain, the Golden Feather Clan. The deer is their guardian spirit; if you killed his trained deer in front of him, their entire tribe wouldn't spare you."
