Feng Xihen did not care about everyone's pursuit. He took A Meng and slowly walked towards the Leng Mansion. Many people along the way looked strange, as if they thought he was a living Buddha who saved all living beings.

But when you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case. If Feng Xihen’s bloodline is opened as the Holy Spirit said, it may be their last hope.

In Leng Mansion, Feng Xihen really saw the Holy Spirit, Leng Mansion Lord and others. Even the madman who rarely sees them on weekdays stayed with them, as if he was discussing something.

"How do you feel when you are here?" The Holy Spirit smiled with relief when Feng Xihen saw him walking from a distance.

Feng Xihen walked towards the Holy Spirit. He felt that this grandfather had a different place today, and his momentum was much more magnificent than before. He briefly asked everyone about the recent situation. Is something happened? Why did they all look overly excited?

When the Holy Spirit and his friends heard Feng Xihen say this, they felt even more happy, and their joyful expressions could not be hidden.

"It's always good to be happy. Since the matter has been completed and the bloodline has been successfully stimulated, then from tomorrow, your martial arts journey will officially begin!" The Holy Spirit patted Feng Xihen on the shoulder, looking like a strict teacher. He himself did not expect that on a whim, he would actually inspire the bloodline by accident. He was a little proud, but everyone mistakenly thought it was the legendary secret of the alien fire vein creation, so they all believed it to be true.

The Leng Mansion Lord, Wu Fan and others, were not talking about it. They were also very abnormal today. They all asked Feng Xihen about the west and east, as if they had witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.

The Leng Mansion Master also specifically approved that Feng Xihen will not be used as a slave in the Leng Mansion in the future, and the key is to cultivate martial arts well.

"Is there anything so worth being happy about? Isn't it just swallowing a strange fire..."

Feng Xihen didn't know what everyone meant, and thought everyone was just overly happy. As for martial arts, it should be just their whim.

Uncle Wu Fan glared at Feng Xihen and said that his idea was wrong. The success of devouring the strange fire was more important than anything, because it was about their freedom.

"Each short-sighted person is simply a disgrace to all the gods who died at dusk."

A Meng said something intentionally or unintentionally, and wanted to pull Feng Xihen away. It seemed that he was hungry and wanted to eat something. But it was this intentional or unintentional sentence that attracted the attention of everyone present. They knew very well in their hearts that what the "Dungeon of Ragnarok" in A Meng's mouth represents is not something that ordinary people can know.

They looked at each other and became even more curious about this unknown raccoon cat A Meng.

"What is this raccoon cat?" After Feng Xihen and A Meng left, the Holy Spirit slowly came to his senses. He never expected that A Meng would even know the Gods at dusk.

Everyone looked at the Holy Spirit and seemed to have an extraordinary idea.

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A Meng didn't know what was wrong, but she took Feng Xihen out of the Holy Spirit Tribe and walked straight away.

"Where are you going to take me?"

Feng Xihen couldn't understand what A Meng was doing, and he didn't say anything, so he pulled him hard and walked out of the tribe.

"Let go!" Feng Xihen pulled A Meng away, and he felt A Meng was very strange.

A Meng was also startled by his reaction. After thinking about it, she immediately showed a strange smile and said, "It's a bit like him."

Feng Xihen used to be very amiable, he never seemed to be angry and had a very good heart, but since he stimulated his bloodline, A Meng felt that he had matured a lot.

"It's still early, so why don't you take me to get something to eat. The food they cook is not as good as my taste."

On weekdays, Ameng dislikes the food made by the Holy Spirit and the men, which is so hard to swallow. It just so happened that it was hungry and wanted to pull Feng Xihen to get something to eat.

"What delicious food can I get?" Feng Xihen was also shocked by A Meng's words. Could it be that it wanted to cook for it? What a joke? From childhood to adulthood, Feng Xihen rarely entered the kitchen, and occasionally he just started to do something on the side.

"Don't talk nonsense, can you do it, I don't know?"

While pulling Feng Xihen, A Meng spoke, saying that he missed the barbecue made by someone and wanted Feng Xihen to make it for him to taste it.

But Feng Xihen is not the barbecue ingredient? He knew it himself and refused directly, but when he saw A Meng's affectionate look, he couldn't bear it. He said he could try it, but he didn't blame him if it was not delicious.

A Meng nodded heavily, as if she was looking forward to the barbecue that Feng Xihen made for it. For some reason, what she showed from A Meng's expression was a sensational color, and she seemed to be very confident in Feng Xihen.

In the grass by the river, A Meng ran around and caught a rabbit in a few strokes.

"Linglong Rabbit, this is a mixed blood of divine beasts. Wouldn't it be a waste to eat it?"

Although Feng Xihen is not very familiar with some things about the Holy Spirit Tribe, he is born and raised here, so he has naturally seen some worlds. The rabbit in front of him is a very precious existence in the mouth of Lord Leng Mansion. A Meng actually wants to eat it?

"Hmph! So what if it is a divine beast? Eat it!" A Meng looked righteous and seemed to be about to eat even a real divine beast.

Feng Xihen was speechless to A Meng and didn't say anything else. He copied the spirit dragon rabbit as he used to peek at the old lady in the kitchen.

After a while, a bare rabbit was tied to a wooden stick and was set up by A Meng on the already-grown fire and started to roast it.

Although Feng Xihen did not handle it very cleanly, A Meng didn't say anything, and felt that it was okay.

After a while, the Spirit Dragon Rabbit was roasted red, and drops of oil stains oozed out of the rabbit's meat.

A Meng seemed a little impatient. It looked at him hungryly and wanted to reach out to touch him from time to time.

"I just said you can barbecue, but I don't believe it." A Meng took advantage of Feng Xihen's attention and teared off a piece of meat from the rabbit's legs, which was stuffed into his mouth in a moment. Its expression changed suddenly, as if he had eaten some delicious food in the world, and he enjoyed it extremely.

"Is it really delicious?" Feng Xihen was speechless about A Meng's secretly tearing the meat, but when he saw it looking like he was enjoying it, he couldn't help but doubt it.

Although this was Feng Xihen’s first barbecue, to a certain extent, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had done something similar before.

"Although the taste is not as fragrant as before, it is still better than what others have made..." A Meng seemed to have been hungry for a long time. Seeing that Feng Xihen did not object, he tore off another piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Chapter completed!