The bird was back.

The same ugly, strange bird that she had now seen three separate times sat on a nearby log, watching her. Mulan’s stomach rumbled. “Is that hideous bird too ugly to eat?” she asked Black Wind.

In answer, the bird let out a loud squawk.

Mulan’s stomach rumbled again. She reached for her sword. Ugly didn’t necessarily mean not tasty. She was pushing herself to her feet when she heard footsteps behind her. Startled, she turned, giving the bird a chance to hop to safety.

“Greetings!”

The sound of a man’s voice bounced off the trees. Wrapping her fingers around the hilt of her sword, Mulan turned, the weapon raised in front of her. Two monks, with long beards and ragged cloaks, were looking at her from across the fire. They appeared to be much older than her, their faces weathered with age. One’s skin and hair were darker, while the other had a lighter complexion. Behind them was a pathetic-looking donkey. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第2页/共10页