Fan Yi didn't have the same feeling as Yang Fei, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the lamb leg at Mad Blade's waist.
"Mad Blade, you can't replenish energy like this. Besides, once we enter the jungle, the strong smell of lamb might expose your whereabouts."
Mad Blade was taken aback and came to his senses.
"That's actually true, damn, such a big lamb leg, what a pity."
Yang Fei immediately rubbed his hands together eagerly: "Don't waste it. If you're in trouble, you can always count on us to help out."
Mad Blade was utterly reluctant but knew Fan Yi was right.
This strong lamb odor could easily give away his position in the jungle, possibly costing him his life.
Mad Blade painfully handed out the lamb leg to Yang Fei and Fan Yi.
Yang Fei devoured more than half of the roasted lamb leg.
Fan Yi, however, was refined, carefully slicing the lamb with a little knife and eating it piece by piece, finishing a small portion.
