Can You Kill a Chicken

"Alright."

"Then take advantage of the fact that it's still early and go to the street to buy some food."

"Yes."

Xiao Feimo held Feng Qingying's hand and felt happy and satisfied. He had never felt this way before;

"Does the wound hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." The two of them talked as they walked, "Xiao, are there really no problems with the Li Jia Village?"

They had already moved here for a few days, and during this few days, Feng Qingying didn't hear any news about Li Jia Village, so he was slightly worried about Li Yuzhen.

"I have already arranged everything, so Yang An is not so stupid. What he wants the most now is that batch of profound metals, and instead, he is paying attention to us."