A moment later, a space hotpot simmered in front of Prince Aoba.
The hot pot oil is made by Xiang Chen using Bazhen chicken fat, beef and lard. It is so fresh that there is no need to use MSG, chicken essence or sodium glutamate to enhance the freshness.
The table next to it is filled with dragon meat rolls, dragon blood, dragon skin, and a lot of fresh vegetables.
Xiang Chen picked up the dragon meat roll with his chopsticks, and simmered it in a hot pot for a while. The meat was like fish, and it was cooked in a moment. He put it in his mouth, and it was very chewy in the mouth, and then there was an ultimate umami taste on the tip of his tongue.
Blooming, accompanied by the spicy taste of Sichuan peppercorns.
The taste buds on the tip of his tongue bloomed in an instant. Xiang Chen felt as if his soul was rushing into the sky and let out a delicious moan.
When the dragon meat is swallowed into the stomach, in an instant, a majestic dragon energy and yang energy are released in the body. The pores all over the body suddenly open, and an indescribable feeling of comfort comes from the body.
"Oh my god, it's so delicious." Wang Ying took a bite and was so moved that he wanted to cry.
"Jue Juezi!" Zhuge Yuan kept clapping his hands and cheering.
Ji Wenbin, who was standing next to him like a servant, was swallowing hard and his Adam's apple was twitching.
"Stop holding it back, sit down and eat." Xiang Chen glanced at him and said calmly.
"Eating dragon meat is a taboo. If the dragon clan knows about it, they will hunt it down with all their strength." Ji Wenbin smiled bitterly, wanting to eat it but not daring to eat it.
"Hey, let me tell you, you are a person with such a high level of cultivation, but your courage is as timid as the tip of a needle. What are you afraid of? You just eat it. God knows what you know and what I know." Wang Ying couldn't help complaining.
"But he knows, hey -" Ji Wenbin glanced at Prince Aoba, who had a look of resentment on his face.
Prince Aoba was almost furious.
These bastards are eating their own flesh here! Are they really not afraid of revenge from our dragon clan?
Even if you eat my dragon meat in front of me, it still tastes so delicious.
When Prince Aoba felt resentful, he couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva.
Ji Wenbin wanted to eat but did not dare to eat. Xiang Chen and the other three ate with great pleasure. Soon two tons of dragon meat were poisoned. Wang Ying and Zhuge Pangpang were all red, and the majestic yang energy accumulated in their bodies.
They are all at the early stage of the realm of heaven. Prince Aoba, who is the dragon flesh of the Taichu Holy Emperor, has strong bloodline and is a descendant of the Supreme, is too good for them.
After eating, the two of them practiced on the spot to refine the majestic Yang Qi and Dragon Qi.
Xiang Chen looked at Prince Aoba, picked up a piece of boiled dragon meat roll and smiled evilly in front of him: "Do you want to eat it?"
"Bastard, how could I eat dragon meat, or my own meat!" Prince Aoba cursed out of nowhere.
Xiang Chen Jiejie smiled mischievously: "Okay, if you scream happily now, let me see if you can handle it later!"
Within Xiang Chen's body, a strange spiritual law energy with an alluring fragrance spread, poured into Prince Aoba's body, and entered his dragon soul.
It’s the magic rule of cooking and appetite!
Under the constant mental invasion of this demon of appetite, the strong appetite in Prince Aoba's dragon soul continued to explode, and saliva continued to secrete from under his tongue.
The dragon meat roll sandwiched in front of Xiang Chen was surprisingly tempting to him.
It looked at the dragon meat roll, its saliva flowed like a stream, and it couldn't help but stretch out its dragon tongue to roll the dragon meat.
However, the dragon's tongue reached halfway and stopped again.
"No!" It regained some of its senses and took back the dragon's tongue. It can't be eaten!
"Eat it if you want." Xiang Chen opened its big mouth and stuffed the dragon meat roll directly inside.
After the dragon meat roll entered his mouth, Prince Aoba paused momentarily. The delicious taste that he had never experienced in his life exploded with fragrance on his huge tongue bed.
The delicious taste that went straight to the soul made it difficult for him to control his appetite. He endured the tears of humiliation and swallowed it with tears in his stomach, and then his face was full of enjoyment.
"Some more, some more." Xiang Chen secretly recorded the Dharma image while feeding Prince Aoba his own dragon meat.
After having the first piece, when Xiang Chen fed it again, Prince Aoba opened his mouth and ate it.
Soon, the remaining two hundred kilograms of dragon meat were all produced and sold by Prince Aoba, and the disaster was over.
Xiang Chen looked at its expression of dissatisfaction and wanting to eat more, and asked tentatively: "Cut two more tons?"
Prince Aoba looked hesitant. He could change his mind and think, if I don't eat it, they will eat it too. If I eat it myself, I can still digest the energy and return it to its origin to grow back on my own.
"Cut!" it said through gritted teeth.
Xiang Chen cut off two tons of meat from its huge body.
To be honest, to it, this bit of meat is as insignificant as a mosquito sucking a mouthful of blood from a human body.
He also fed Prince Aoba two tons of dragon meat rolls and poured him dozens of tons of high-quality wine, making Prince Aoba drunk until he was drunk.
Xiang Chen dreamed that Wu Tiandao broke out, invaded the opponent's spirit, and induced the opponent: "Aoba, be my contracted mount. Eat well, drink well, and I will take you to the supreme level."
Prince Aoba was drunk. Hearing this, he nodded and said vaguely: "Okay, okay."
"Okay, this is a contract. You use your mental power on it and just write it according to my template." Xiang Chen took out the land deed mantra book.
After Prince Aoba took a look, he released his spiritual power in a daze and wrote the contract in the land deed mantra book.
But halfway through writing, it suddenly stopped writing again.
"No, no, my dragon clan will never be a slave, never be a slave -" Subconsciously, it rejected the contract again.
Xiang Chen said bewilderedly: "The Dragon Clan will never be a slave unless they provide food and shelter. Not only will I provide food and housing, I will also guarantee that you will be filial to your father and send him away. You will be the Dragon Emperor of the West Sea!"
"No, no, never be a slave, never be a slave -" Its powerful subconscious kept repeating this sentence and refused to write it again.
Xiang Chen felt a toothache when he saw this. This bullshit ancient dragon clan really doesn't want to eat anything.
In this case, then I have to use my trump card and kill the opponent in my own hands.
Xiang Chen thought in his mind, what does the Dragon Clan look down upon the most?
What the Dragon Clan looks down upon the most are the races lower than themselves, such as the Snake Clan.
Xiang Chen's spiritual thoughts spread around, looking for the snake clan in the sea.
Not long after, I actually found a prehistoric sea king snake with lumps all over its body, and it happened to be a female snake. The cultivation level of this bad sea snake was only about the level of the main god, and it was considered a low-level existence in the prehistoric world.
After Xiang Chen found this shameless sea snake, he grinned evilly. His mind controlled the sea snake to swim towards it. When it got closer, it was sucked into the cauldron by the Wanxiang Tai Chi Heavenly Refinement Furnace.
Xiang Chen directly fed Prince Aoba an Evil Desire Pill, and then threw a dragon and a snake into a closed space.
The dazed Prince Aoba's eyes suddenly turned blood red, while the Neptune Snake looking at it in the corner shivered.