C947 Mo Yu Zhen

Not long after, Yang Hsingchen came back with two snow chickens. He had also picked a lot of wild fruits. Now, he no longer had any divine skills. He did not dare to roast the snow chickens below. He did not want the snow chickens to not be eaten. On the contrary, he had lost his life. It had to be known that if those fierce beasts smelled the fragrance of the roasted meat..