"CLUCK! CLUCK!"
The pheasants flapped their wings wildly, shedding feathers as they stretched out their rounded beaks to peck viciously at Ling Hong.
But a Beastman's skin was as hard as iron, so the back of Ling Hong's hand only turned slightly red.
A few sharp CRACKS followed.
He had snapped the necks of both pheasants.
"We're having an extra dish tonight."
Ling Hong hefted the pheasants, whose eyes were still open in death, and smiled at the still-shaken An Jin. "Let's go. I'll head back and cook for you. I remember you've always liked these."
Years ago, she had asked him to catch a live Wild Grass Bird for her, and he'd thought she was just craving it and wanted to eat it fresh.
"Mhm," An Jin replied, full of anticipation. Ling Hong's cooking skills were now far better than hers.
Ling Hong took a stone blade to the riverbank and expertly plucked, gutted, and cleaned the two ill-intentioned pheasants.
