Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 284

Author: Zhao Qi'an

Chapter 284

The Demon King said: "You said this is red meat?"

"Exactly!"

The demon king gnawed one thigh until it was all gone, but he still had more to eat. He was obviously not full: "It's just as you said, it's delicious! I wonder how the other kind of white meat you mentioned tastes like!"

Zhao Xiaomeng's smiling eyebrows were curved, and her big eyes swept over the birds surrounding the black bear one by one: "Is it white meat? Like blue pheasant, colorful pheasant, mountain pheasant." Every time she mentioned a name, there was a kind of monster body.

Trembling involuntarily.

The black bear glanced at the monsters and said, "Can't a hairless beast do it?"

"Your Majesty, I have said that we do not eat the same kind! So I don't know what human meat tastes like. It is sour, bitter, and firewood. I am afraid that the taste will disappoint your Majesty!"

For the Demon King, whether it is a human cultivator or a demon beast, it is its food, there is no difference. Eat whichever one is more delicious!

Even Zhao Xiaomeng in front of him is just one of its food.

When she is of no use.

So, the Demon King followed Zhao Xiaomeng's suggestion, scanned the group of demon beasts with his dark eyes, grabbed a blue pheasant from the air, and threw it in front of Zhao Xiaomeng: "That's it!"

The blue pheasant is half a man tall, has shiny fur, and is plump to the naked eye. It is particularly outstanding among the birds. No wonder the demon king chose it.

"Your Majesty, please spare my life! Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

The black bear remained unmoved.

"Your Majesty! Xiaoqing has been with you for many years, please forgive me! When I transform, no, no, no, I will follow your Majesty and serve your Majesty for the rest of my life. I don't dare to have any different intentions!"

"Your Majesty! If you are not of my race, your heart must be different! This hairless beast must have bad intentions. She wants to eradicate all the wings around your Majesty. She has evil intentions, Your Majesty! You must not be deceived by her.

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The demon king snorted, and without Mengze's translation, Zhao Xiaomeng could hear the full disdain in it: "Don't worry! It's just a level four hairless beast. It can't touch me! It can get into my stomach, but

You are loyal to me! I will remember your kindness!"

Zhao Xiaomeng smiled and took out the thick-backed knife and cut the green pheasant's neck directly!

It's a pity that it is obviously a late-level fourth-level monster. In the hands of Zhao Xiaomeng, whose cultivation level is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, it doesn't dare to resist at all. This shows that the demon king has accumulated power in the hearts of these monsters.

How deep.

Zhao Xiaomeng made an ice bucket, filled it with water, washed the plucked green pheasant in the ice bucket, and then roasted it on the fire.

Several monsters looked at her intently, as if they wanted to engrave every move she made into their minds.

Zhao Xiaomeng moved his hands slowly and slowly, roasting the green pheasant until it was golden and sizzling with oil. The aroma accompanied the breeze and drifted into the noses of the monsters.

Even its kin couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The demon king couldn't wait to wave to the demon beasts around him to bring the roasted pheasant to him!

Zhao Xiaomeng smiled and said, "I wonder if your next meal will be grilled white meat or red meat?"

The few demonic beasts that had been staring at Zhao Xiaomeng just now scrambled to shout flatteringly at the demon king.

"Your Majesty, I learned it! I learned it!"

"Your Majesty, you know that I learn things much faster than them! Let me try!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I am the closest to her, I see the most clearly, and I learn the best, believe me!"

Some of the other monsters were cowering, some were standing there worried, and some were staring at Zhao Xiaomeng, as if they wanted to eat her alive.

Zhao Xiaomeng took out several more translucent glass bottles from her arms and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, I also have other seasonings here. The roasted meat is sweet and sour, and it has another kind of flavor! Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty,

Meng is terrified in her heart, lest she cannot make the king happy with her meal!"

The Demon King's eyes lit up after he had eaten half of the roasted pheasant, and he said vaguely: "Which one do you want to roast for me? Just tell me!"

Zhao Xiaomeng looked directly at the anaconda that was staring at her: "Of course it's white meat, snake meat!"

Lin Anaconda was so frightened that his body trembled. Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Zhao Xiaomeng's voice changed: "But! The snake body is small, and one roasted snake is not enough for the king to fit between his teeth. Then roast this Lin Anaconda."

Right! The taste is the same! It’s more tender and smooth than the meat of blue pheasant.”

Lin An's eyes were full of disbelief, and he could not bear to continue to hate Zhao Xiaomeng. He looked at the demon king in horror with his big eyes, and hissed the letter in his mouth.

"Your Majesty, my meat doesn't taste good! She must have lied to you! She must know that I am the most loyal to your Majesty, so she chose me! Your Majesty, you must not be deceived by her!" Lin An's body was bent.

He crawled forward, bursting into tears. It really saddened everyone who saw it and shed tears when he heard it!

The Demon King was too lazy to say anything, so he grabbed Lin An's body from the air and threw it at Zhao Xiaomeng's feet!

Poor Lin An was conscious, but all the bones in his body were falling apart and he couldn't move.

Zhao Xiaomeng grinned at it provocatively, with big eyes and said silently: I chose you just because you stared at me, and I did it on purpose! Without any words, he fainted in anger.

All the monsters fell silent: This hairless beast is petty and very vindictive!

Zhao Xiaomeng cleaned the anaconda, chopped its body into sections, roasted it on the fire, and when it was almost cooked, brushed it with sweet and sour sauce, which immediately gave off a strange fragrance.

The demon king couldn't bear it any longer and immediately asked the demon beast beside him to hand him the roasted meat.

Zhao Xiaomeng said: "There is still a lot of roasted meat. If you don't eat the meat while it's hot, it will be burnt! The taste is very bad. If you don't want me to roast something else for the king, just throw away the uneaten meat."

The Demon King stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and looked at the dozens of skewers of anaconda meat cooked by Zhao Xiaomeng at the same time. He realized that he really couldn't finish it all at the same time, and felt that it was a waste to throw it away, so he pointed at the several demon beasts around him and said

: "You guys go and eat too! Eat together!"

Then he pointed at Zhao Xiaomeng: "You continue to bake!"

Zhao Xiaomeng smiled and said: "What is the test? Red meat? White meat?"

"White meat, white meat! I want something with this flavor!" Then he picked up a bunch of anaconda meat and looked at the group of monster beasts.

Zhao Xiaomeng had long discovered that the number of monster beasts was quietly decreasing bit by bit. The group of monster beasts that had just surrounded the Demon King now only had a dozen or so that were closest to the Demon King.

There are only a dozen or so left, and half of them are ready to escape.

The Demon King obviously discovered it too, but it didn't care. The remaining monsters were enough to fill its stomach.

It grabbed the only remaining colorful pheasant and threw it towards Zhao Xiaomeng: "That's it!"

The colorful pheasant cried out in horror: "Your Majesty, I have learned it! I have learned it! I can bake it for you. I will bake the hairless beast for you! Please spare me, Your Majesty!"

It's a pity that the Demon King is unmoved.

Zhao Xiaomeng didn't have any sympathy for monsters. She skillfully plucked the hair, washed it, and then roasted it on the fire.

Baked very carefully.

The more Mengze watched, the less he understood: Is this girl addicted to barbecue? Or has she succumbed to the demon king? What's going on? Why does she keep grilling endlessly?

No. 20.

(End of chapter)