Even though he was scared, the little thing still refused to reveal where his companion was.

It shook its head pitifully, "You are too weak. Mengmeng doesn't like weak people. If I take you there, Mengmeng will make me have nightmares for a long, long, long, long time."

"Then there's nothing we can do. It's better to fry it, cut it into pieces, cut it into shreds, or cut it into cubes?"

She carried it and pulled out the long sword, then went back to the pool to light a fire and boil water. Then she took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the knife slowly.

"Mengmeng doesn't want to be dismembered. Mengmeng is afraid of pain. Good people don't cut me up!"

It was so frightened that it cried hoarsely, and its light golden teardrops fell all over the floor.

Feng Shu ignored it and just talked about how to do it.

"Well, it's all meat anyway. If you cut it into pieces, you can make a small pot of soup with carrots. If you shred it, you can make it with lotus root. If you slice it, you can stir-fry it with red cabbage. Ah, you can also chop the belly into meat.

Puree the meat and fry it into patties, fry the hoof soles and ears and eat them, stew the little brains directly and drink the brains.

Mmmmm, it must be delicious, crispy and tender if you want it, soft and chewy if you want it, your mouth will water just thinking about it..."

She smacked her mouth, as if she had already tasted the supreme delicacy. Seeing the water in the pot beginning to boil, she sharpened her knife more and more.

"Bad guy, bad guy, you are a bad guy. Wuwu, Mengmeng, don't cut it into pieces, shred it, slice it, dice it, mince it into minced meat, and burp your brain and marrow... Wow... burp..."

It was crying and hiccupping, but Feng Shu was hard-hearted, and the sound of sharpening the knife became faster and louder.

"Mengmeng, Mengmeng save me, Mengmeng is going to be eaten by the bad guys, Mengmeng..."

It cried so hard that its voice became hoarse.

Feng Shu turned a deaf ear and quickly polished the knife until it was shiny enough to discern people.

This time she didn't make any gestures, and cut directly into its belly...

can not go.

The knife broke in response, leaving only the handle in her hand.

"belch……"

The little thing was so frightened that he blinked his tears and wanted to laugh, but he saw Feng Shu holding a long sword and chopped off his head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Its sharp nails popped out in an instant, and it swung it around randomly, but the long sword was just like the knife. It had a miserable fate, breaking two pieces with one sword.

"Wow."

Feng Shu enthusiastically took out another sword from the space button. This time, he cut his neck instead of his stomach. Unfortunately, the sword was still broken.

She took it again and cut off the head, but it was still cut into two pieces.

She kept trying until there were only three swords and two knives left in her inventory, and then she stopped without wanting to finish.

The little thing stopped crying and blinked a pair of light golden eyes, looking at her innocently.

"Meng Meng doesn't taste good. Don't eat me, good man."

It had just discovered that she had been using the unopened side of the blade. Although it was frightened, it still had the strength to forgive her ignorance.

Monster, there really is such a stupid idiot in this world, even stupider than it. If Mengmeng saw her, she would be so angry that she would vomit three liters of blood.

It looked at her with compassion in its eyes.

Feng Shu didn't know that it was slandering him, and the look in its eyes was also extremely strange.

Isn't this thing's protective ability too high? You know, although she used an unopened blade just now, she used her inner strength to attack continuously. Even a mecha can be chopped into scrap metal.

Even the black curtain that isolates the space can poke a hole.

But it was safe and sound. Apart from the red marks, there were no wounds on its body, not to mention bleeding or broken bones.

I wonder what the effect of bombardment will be? If you can be unscathed under the bombardment...

Fengjun said that she was seriously injured when she was bombarded, and Yueqing died trying to save her. The scene must have been very tragic, so tragic that it was beyond her ability to bear, and the memory she lost is still there today.

How to recover. If you keep this guy as a pet, if something happens in the future, can you block the gunfire for her?

It only takes a moment. As long as she blocks the moment, she can seize the opportunity to escape.

She looked at it expressionlessly. Even though the little thing was not a roundworm in her stomach, it still trembled involuntarily.

"Good guy, don't eat me. Mengmeng will be angry. When it gets angry, you will have nightmares every day."

"It doesn't matter, I can't see Mengmeng anyway, not to mention I rarely sleep."

Feng Shu took out the rabbit meat from the space button and started eating it slowly.

The little thing didn't expect that his style of painting would change so quickly.

It looked at the boiling water, and then at the slowly dwindling rabbit meat. It swallowed hard and struggled for a long time before approaching her tremblingly, "Mengmeng wants to eat too."

"My name is Feng Shu. What's your name?"

"Mengmeng, my name is Mengmeng. Good man, give me a piece of meat."

She chewed the meat slowly and gave it a sidelong glance.

"Mengmeng is your nickname, what's your real name?"

"What's your name? Mengmeng is called Mengmeng."

It watched helplessly, stamping its feet in a hurry, but did not dare to take it by force.

Feng Shu put another piece of meat into his mouth without any intention of inviting it to eat.

"Besides calling you Mengmeng, what else would Mengmeng call you?"

"Idiot, idiot, fool, damn, poor little, dead Hongmeng, stinky Hongmeng."

It scratched its head and recited the names it remembered one by one, and finally looked at her pitifully, "No more good people, really no more."

"Hongmeng? That Hongmeng?"

In Taoist legends, before Pangu created the world, the world was just a chaotic mass of vitality, and this natural vitality was called Hongmeng.

Feng Shu put the plate on the snow and let it rush forward and devour it. It didn't take long to finish it. Probably because he was very satisfied with the taste, the little thing licked the plate clean carefully and finally put his paws on it.

Also put it in his mouth.

Feng Shu's eyes twitched when she saw this, she must have heard wrong.

Even if I heard it correctly, it must have been that eccentric Mengmeng who chose the name at random, and simply ruined such a high-end and classy name.

"Good man, I want to eat pheasant soup. Can you be kind and give me some food? A little bit is fine, and I will eat a little bit."

It reluctantly put down its paws and begged her pitifully for mercy.

Feng Shu readily brought out the stock and gave it to it. In the end, they agreed to only eat a small amount of food. After feasting, they once again licked the soup on the plate clean.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious, I still want to eat it."

It licked its lips, still unfinished.

"We don't know each other since we were strangers. For the sake of your liking, I can be your chef for a while. Find whatever you want to eat and I'll cook it for you."

"real?"

Her words made the little thing jump three feet high. In order to prevent her from regretting it, it disappeared out of thin air with a "whoosh".

Feng Shu was stunned for a long time before confirming that he was not dazzled. This guy really seemed to be able to teleport, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Huishan once said that he would be a bastard if he didn't take advantage of it. She would have suffered a huge loss if she didn't come back to the mobile copper wall.
Chapter completed!