Chapter 103: Beautiful Sisters
“Hey! Beggar, have you seen a large eagle falling down from the sky earlier?”
This was a girl carrying a Tie Lan wooden bow. She was around thirteen to fourteen years old and wore a green, plaid robe. Her lower half wore short linen pants, only covering the area above the knees while revealing everything below.
She had wheat colored skin and a very lean and compact figure. A touch would most likely reveal her elasticity.
She was wearing a yellow straw pair of sandals. Because of the trek in the mountains, not only the sandals were tattered, but the soles were also left with wounds from the bushes and thorns. The blood had either dried up or became scars!
She was pretty, especially the round eyes that were just like the moon in the sky.
She was equipped with a bamboo quiver filled with arrows. They were made from wooden branches. Three feet and three inches long, each arrow had an iron head and goose feathers for the tail.
She was similar to a daughter from an ordinary family, but also not in a certain sense. At the very least, a daughter from an ordinary family would not have an appearance like her. They would not wear this kind of linen clothes and straw sandals while carrying the bow and quiver. This was definitely a martial artist.
The truth was, Feng Feiyun grew up and lived in Spirit State City. It was a rich environment so he felt that girls should be well dressed in clean outfits and sit at home to learn embroidery or feed the fishes while enjoying the pond. Even a poorer girl like the little girl in Old Man Luo’s tea house would always dress properly and politely. She would definitely not wear straw sandals and hunt beasts in the mountains.
However, the reality was that in the remote mountains, not only men, but women also had to do some menial tasks just to survive. For a few coins, they have to go pick herbs in the mountains and fruits amongst the cliffs.
“Cough cough! I am not a beggar, you shouldn’t look down on people.”
Feng Feiyun coughed twice as he leaned against a bush, as if he was limping on the ground.
Ji Xiaonu slightly frowned. She took another glance at Feng Feiyun and nodded her head. Once again, she confirmed that he was indeed a beggar. If he wasn’t a beggar, then would he be dressed in rags and have the appearance of being hungry for several days?