Chapter 84

tryside on a late autumn night, crickets chirped their tunes and the air still carried the fragrance of grass and trees.Ning Yuan sat by the simple earthen stove in the backyard, staring at the last r...e took a bite of meat and casually changed the subject: "Where have you been keeping all the meat you've hunted these days It wouldn't spoil in this heat, would it"> I hope Rong Zhaonan doesn't notic...