Grass Spirit Hall

When Xuan Yi noticed this, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

When they returned, Yaoyao had said that there was little food in the village. Hence, after subduing a desolate beast, she piled up all the desolate beast meat that she had killed and used another desolate beast to carry it back.

Xuan Yi did not interfere and allowed Yaoyao to be busy. Looking at her coming and going, she piled up the desolate beast meat like a small hill.

At this moment, returning to the village attracted everyone's attention.

"Yaoyao, where did you get these desolate beasts?"

The village chief's gaze shifted away from the desolate beast's body.

If so many desolate beasts had died because of the desolate beast riot in the southern imperial desolate veins, then Qinghe village would risk everything to enter and pull back all the desolate beasts that had died.

"I killed them myself."