The pure meat ham sausages were airlifted over.
The yellow-throated marten immediately became excited.
It gobbled down the ham sausages and even generously shared half with the short-tailed cat.
The short-tailed cat accepted gladly.
After dinner, the short-tailed cat even gave the yellow-throated marten a name, Huang Feng.
The general idea was that its attack was as swift as the wind, and its fur was very yellow, like a gust of yellow wind.
Chen Wen sat beside them, unable to help thinking: Might as well call it Huang Feng Da Sheng.
Speaking of which, Huang Feng Da Sheng's original form seemed to be a yellow weasel; could it be the yellow-throated marten?
This guy also has a coat of yellow fur.
Feeling Chen Wen's gaze, the yellow-throated marten turned to glance at Chen Wen: "Is there something?"
"Nothing, well, there is a little something."
Chen Wen stopped his wild thoughts and took out the markers left by Yan Bian's group that he had collected.
