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Chapter 2397: Chapter 2397: Definitely Nothing Left
“No, my brother asked Hall Master Yan to bring them,” Mo Qingtian explained, then looked at the fish and shrimp in Liao Feng’s bucket. There were quite a lot, but still not enough.
“I’ll pick some with you, let’s gather more. Fish and shrimp can be salted and dried to be stored for a long time. Between hunting demonic beasts, we can eat them too.”
“No need, no need,” Liao Feng quickly refused.
“Listen to me, first take the fruit to the team leader; don’t leave it here. Otherwise, by the time we finish gathering fish and shrimp, there might not be much left.”
Such good fruit, Mo Qingtian shouldn’t let those who like to gossip, especially about him, eat it before he does.
Just the thought of it makes you feel aggrieved, so let’s take them back first. If you leave them with the team leader, generally people don’t dare to take from there.
Firstly, the team leader is a disciple of Demon Heart Hall, and the Noble Clan Young Masters fear them. Secondly, the fruit was given to Mo Qingtian by Hall Master Yan; disciples of both Demon Heart Hall and Jun Lin Hall don’t dare just take it.
Killing two birds with one stone, how nice! Besides them, no one else can eat it unless Mo Qingtian himself decides to share.
But if you ask me, those who love to gossip, forget about sharing with them. Don’t give them a single bite. Let them keep running their mouths, always gossiping about others. Can they stop?
Mo Qingtian thought about it and agreed.
He’s no saint. People are already gossiping behind his back, so why should he let them eat his stuff?
“Then I’ll deliver these first and come back to gather fish and shrimp.”
Saying so, he picked up a basket from the sandy ground and walked towards where his team was camped.
The young masters who were just about to come over to ease their cravings with some fruit: “…”
Why did he just leave? They didn’t even get a bite. Couldn’t he at least let them taste something? He’s so stingy!
“Liao Feng, why did Mo Qingtian leave? Didn’t he leave you any fruit?” A thick-skinned young master approached Liao Feng, looked into his collected fish and shrimp, and directly asked.
Liao Feng raised his head and glanced at him, then continued to pick shrimp holes, replying as he went.
“I’m busy here. Who has the time to eat fruit? Isn’t it better to eat fruit while roasting fish and shrimp later?” He chuckled, fearing others might not hear his joyous tone.
The crowd: “…”
Why laugh so loudly? They could hear him just fine.
Roasting fish and shrimp while eating fruit, delighted him, huh? Maybe Mo Qingtian didn’t plan on leaving him anything.
“I think Mo Qingtian is just stingy, not willing to share with you at all. By the time you go back, it might all be eaten,” a young master warned.
“Yeah, Liao Feng, why are you here struggling to gather fish and shrimp? Hurry back, maybe you’ll get to taste some fruit peels. Otherwise, you won’t have anything left.”
“These days, just watching Mo Qingtian cozy up to those Demon Heart Hall and Jun Lin Hall disciples, you didn’t see his face; it was awful.”
Everyone started chiming in one after the other.
Liao Feng listened to their words, so angry he wanted to curse. How could people be so low? Is it meaningful to talk about others just because they can’t eat?
He really didn’t want to talk to these people; even his stomach felt discomfort.
But, since they’re the heirs of major clans, they’ll inherit their families later. Even if he doesn’t deal with them now, he will have to in the future. He can’t just tear things apart.