Haotian Realm is not a fairyland that only belongs to the human race. Jiong
The demon race, which is derived from the demon beasts, is no weaker than the human race in terms of number or power.
In terms of the territory it occupies, it even exceeds that by a lot!
For example, the Manglong Mountains, which stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, is strictly the territory of the demon clan.
Therefore, even in the outer areas, it is normal to encounter monsters.
It's just that the human form transformed by this demon clan is almost perfect, and even the aura revealed has no flaws. It is impossible for an ordinary monk to see through it.
However, Wang Chen is no ordinary Zifu.
His body has reached the level of the golden elixir, and his soul attributes far exceed those of his peers. With the help of the external elixir, his perception is extremely sharp and bright.
When the other party first came in, Wang Chen didn't notice it immediately.
But when he smelled the aroma of barbecue and swallowed saliva subconsciously, Wang Chen discovered the clues.
How should I put it, the fox’s tail is exposed!
In response to this demon tribe's curious inquiry, Wang Chen smiled and said, "I guessed it."
The demon clan was speechless.
After a while, it said slowly: "I like cooked food."
Wang Chen nodded: "That's it." Jiong
Just now he asked the other party whether he likes raw food or blood food the most. This is very particular.
Raw food is eaten after the prey is beheaded and bled, while blood food is eaten directly - full blood is the best.
Two different eating methods represent the two major factions of the demon clan!
As for cooked food, it is a niche alternative.
This demon who likes cooked food has never shown any hostility towards Wang Chen from beginning to end. Coupled with its shape and aura, it is obvious that it is very close to humans.
That is the alternative among the alternative monster clan!
Wang Chen asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that I drugged the barbecue just now?"
For many monks, no matter what kind of demons they are, they are enemies and materials. Unless they cannot be defeated, they cannot be let go.
The relationship between the demon clan and the human clan has been extremely tense since ancient times.
"You wouldn't do that."
The demon clan looked at Wang Chen, with a strange light flashing in his eyes: "You have no evil spirit in your body, and there is no evil spirit in your body. You are a person who upholds the right path."
"Well…"
Since traveling through the mountains and seas to the Haotian Realm, this is the first time Wang Chen has heard someone say that he is a righteous monk.
And this "person" is actually a demon. Jiong
He felt quite emotional in his heart and said: "Righteous monks also regard demons as their enemies."
For the monks in the Haotian Realm, killing demons is not only driven by profit, but also a choice of camp.
It is just to stand on the side of the human race and deal with the demon race!
"I know."
The demon clan smiled and said: "So you are a good person."
Wang Chen shook his head: "Good people don't live long!"
He did not continue the topic: "We are destined to meet each other. Since you like to eat cooked food, I will make you a beggar's chicken. I guarantee you will like it." Jiong
"Beggars chicken?"
The demon clan suddenly showed an expectant look: "It's a very interesting name."
Wang Chen took out two slaughtered and peeled three-colored golden pheasants, as well as dried lotus leaves and yellow mud from the Xumi Ring.
The Three-colored Golden Pheasant is a very delicious spiritual chicken that is raised by many people in the farms around Yongle Fairy City. Wang Chen likes delicacies, so he bought some and stored them in Xumijie.
A large part of his Sumeru ring is used to store food ingredients and daily necessities.
Don’t feel bad about yourself when you go out.
The golden pheasant has been marinated. He first wraps it tightly in lotus leaves, ties it with thin straw ropes, and finally wraps it in thick yellow mud and stuffs it into the campfire to braise it.
The demon clan watched Wang Chen being a beggar chicken with great interest, and moved his seat to the opposite side of Wang Chen.
Wang Chen did not feel threatened. After cleaning the yellow mud on his hands, he poured the other party a cup of spiritual tea: "Drink the tea. This beggar's chicken will take a while to cook."
Normally it would take an hour or two, but Wang Chen threw a few spiritual trees into the bonfire, and the time would be greatly shortened.
"Thanks."
The monster took the spirit tea gracefully and grinned at Wang Chen.
Its teeth are snow-white, and its canine teeth on the left and right are pointed. It looks quite cute!
The deserted house is empty and cold, and it would be nice to have someone or a demon to chat with. Jiong
Wang Chen took a sip of tea and said, "My name is Wang Chen and I come from Yongle Fairy City."
The demon clan hesitated for a moment and replied: "Hu Jiao, from Qingqiu."
Wang Chen almost spit out a mouthful of tea.
Although he had already guessed that the other party was a fox from the demon clan, he did not expect that this person was actually from Qingqiu.
Qingqiu is the holy land of the Fox Clan, and being from Qingqiu is equivalent to being from the capital.
Belongs to the Celestial Dragon, the Celestial Dragon Fox!
Wang Chen put down his teacup, raised his hands and saluted: "I'm sorry, I'm disrespectful." Jiong
Hu Jiao rolled his eyes at Wang Chen, and then sighed quietly: "You don't understand..."
Wang Chen felt that there was something wrong with this fox.
So does he.
However, after opening up the conversation, the relationship between one person and one demon has undoubtedly become closer. Hu Jiao is quite curious about Wang Chen's origins, and Wang Chen also wants to know something about the demon clan, so the two parties have a quite pleasant exchange.
But as time went by, a strange aroma wafted out from the bonfire, which made Hu Jiao feel uneasy, so he almost showed his tail and shook it from side to side.
The three-color golden pheasant itself is a very good ingredient, and the sauce used by Wang Chen to marinate it is specially prepared. Under the grilling of the spirit wood, the fragrance diffused will definitely make people salivate.
Wang Chen had eaten it before, but it was okay. This Qingqiu fox seemed to have its life gate pinched. He couldn't even talk to Wang Chen absent-mindedly, and a pair of dark eyes floated straight to the bonfire.
Wang Chen was funny: "Just wait for one more stick of incense and it will be almost done."
Hu Jiao swallowed subconsciously: "It's okay, I can wait."
A faint blush suddenly appeared on its face.
It actually showed a bit of charm.
Wang Chen happened to see it, and couldn't help but feel shaken, and then looked away calmly.
Neither he nor Hu Jiao spoke anymore.
The atmosphere in the house became weird.
It wasn't until the scent of the golden pheasant reached its peak that Wang Chen reached out and took out the beggar's pheasant from the bonfire.
Not afraid of the high temperature on the surface, he pushed aside the thick and hard mud shell and handed the whole roast chicken to Hu Jiao together with the lotus leaf bun.
"Taste it."
Hu Jiao was not polite: "Thank you."
It couldn't wait to open the lotus leaf that had been soaked in oil, and the golden-skinned chicken inside was immediately revealed.
The rich and incomparable fragrance hits your nostrils.
The expression of this Qingqiu fox is really beyond words! Jiong
Wang Chen made two of the same beggar's chickens and kept one for himself, and soon he and Hu Jiao were feasting on it.
Halfway through eating, Hu Jiao suddenly took out a purple gourd from his storage bag.
He unscrewed the cork and took a sip.
Then he hesitated for a moment and handed the gourd to Wang Chen: "You can drink some too."
