CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: DISPUTE

On the other side.

Huanhuan and Changzhou had been in the back mountain for quite a while, looking a bit disheveled from catching chickens, ducks, and rabbits, but luckily the sack was filled with caught prey.

At this moment, they were engaged in a heated argument with others.

Huanhuan’s double spiral bun was slightly messy, her charming face stained with some dirt, and the sleeve of her arm was torn with a small hole, which she paid little attention to.

There are two types of hairstyles: buns and loops. Buns are solid, loops are hollow.

She glared angrily at the boy in black opposite her and said harshly, "This rabbit is mine, I caught it, why are you taking it?"

Obviously, the person opposite wasn’t easy to deal with either.

The boy in black raised his eyes and eyebrows slightly, angrily retorting, "It ran to my feet on its own, what’s wrong with me catching it?"

Huanhuan spoke passionately, "I knocked it out, who knew it was playing dead, and suddenly it jumped out, it was its last burst. If you hadn’t caught it, I would have recaptured it in no time."

The issue stemmed from a white rabbit.

Huanhuan and Changzhou had set traps, and if they caught a rabbit, they would pass. Changzhou had already collected a chicken, a duck, and a rabbit, while Huanhuan only lacked the rabbit to complete the set.

Finally, a white rabbit bounded into the trap, and Huanhuan quickly dashed out from the bush, pressed down the circular basket woven with rattan tightly onto the rabbit.

She grabbed the rabbit’s leg without hesitation and slammed it twice on the ground until it calmed down.

Not using too much force, when she picked up the rabbit, it kicked hard and jumped out.

Unfortunately, it jumped to someone else’s feet and got picked up.

It was exactly the person in front who refused to return it, his gaze sharp, his nose flat and wide, hair dark and shiny, about seven or eight years old, with a bit of a wild air, giving a feeling of ferocity.

Huanhuan’s strong-willed nature was of course not going to let him have his way, so they argued.

It turned out, the person opposite was not easy to deal with either.

"I’ll ask you one more time, will you return my rabbit? Or don’t blame me if I’m not polite," she warned clearly, looking around, satisfied to see no onlookers.

Thinking about fighting...

The boy in black threw the sack on the ground, glanced askance at her, and provoked, "Oh, both of you come at me together. Don’t blame me if I show no mercy."

His demeanor was extremely arrogant.

Alright then, you’re forcing me.

She untied the sack at her waist, which was holding chickens and ducks, secured the opening tightly to prevent escape, and placed it gently on the ground, ready for a fight.

Changzhou pulled her back, protecting her behind him, "Huanhuan, you’re a girl, you can’t beat him. Let me handle it."

Uh.

At this time, you certainly can’t say he’s not capable, as it’s about a young man’s dignity. Growing up together, Changzhou was a year older than Huanhuan, following an artistic path, born into a family of scholars spanning three generations. While others played in groups, he was confined to the house reading, occasionally rescued by Huanhuan who visited him.

Huanhuan was different, her family was martial, forced to practice since childhood.

With consistent martial arts practice, she was indeed quite good in her age group.

She gently pushed him aside, "I’m a person of the Jianghu, this is a personal vendetta between him and me. Don’t interfere, you’ll only be a hindrance and affect my performance. Stand aside and watch."

The petite, charming girl pretended to be serious and mature.

The boy in black grew impatient, his tone fierce and unyielding, "Are we fighting or not? I’ll fight both men and women."