The Reincarnated Goblin evolves from swallowing Rimuru

"How did it take so long, Farrell is so weak, won't he be in danger?"

Mike raised his head and looked in the direction Fang Qin left not long ago, his words full of Fang Qin's worry.

After all, Fang Qin was very interesting enough to go to the dark for him to find food.

Gobbrother smiled unnaturally when he heard this.

Farrell weak?

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, think of happy things." Gobco scratched his nose and withdrew his smile.

At this time, a rustling sound sounded, as if it was the sound of a heavy object dragging on the grass.

The two heard the prestige.

A figure dragged two black shadows left and right, towards them.

The figure got closer and closer, until the fire illuminated the figure.

"I'm back! Gobbrother! Mike! Sure

enough, it was Fang Qin who returned.

"Wow, two big boars!" Mike wagged his tail excitedly, leaning his head on the boar and sniffing.

"Oh, this one is for you," Fang Qin threw the larger male wild boar to Mike, and compared the slightly smaller female wild boar in his hand, "I will eat this one with my brother."

"I'm not hungry." Gobko quickly waved his hand.

"I can't finish eating alone, why, are you still going to take the wild boar on the road tomorrow?" Adding a burden to Mike?

Fang Qin's joking words immediately attracted Mike's attention.

Mike tilted his head to stare at Gobbrother.

"Uh, okay then." Gobbrother looked at the unkind eyes cast by Mike and said helplessly.

......

Mike was hungry for a long time, and as soon as the wild boar arrived, he held it and gnawed it.

One bite after another, blood and minced flesh splashed everywhere.

In comparison, Fang Qin's side is much more fine.

Fang Qin burned off the pig's hair with fire, and used the relic of the warrior captain, the heavy sword, to cut the belly of the wild boar, and carried out a simple treatment.

At the same time, according to Fang Qin's instructions, Gobu Brother cut some relatively straight and thick branches from the surrounding trees, used a short knife to remove the excess side branches on the branches, and sharpened the branches with only the main trunk at both ends.

Give the treated branches to Fang Qin, and then Fang Qin will put the branches on the treated wild boar.

Finally, stick the sword and shield on either side of the fire to serve as a rack, and then put the wild boar on the fire and roast it.

Within a moment, the aroma of flame-roasted protein wafted out.

The two soon ate the original roast pig that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Mike, who had nibbled on almost half of the pig on the side, suddenly felt that the pork in his mouth was not fragrant.

The aroma pulls its nose, like a scalper with a nose ring.

Mike the tooth wolf brought its big head to the fire.

"Why are you so fragrant? Divide me!

Fang Qin was angry and funny after hearing this.

"You look back at the half of your leftover pig, and you want someone else's hand before you finish eating?"

"That incense without you..." Mike lowered his head in grievance when he heard this, and observed Fang Qin with the afterglow of his eyes.

Suddenly, Mike's dog's head flashed.

It dragged the miserable half of the pig it gnawed to the fire.

"Or Farrell, you can help me take this test for me!"

Fang Qin looked at the irregular piece of meat in front of him, and then at Mike who was full of hope.

This rotten meat... I don't feel the need for secondary processing.

Fang Qin's human soul did not allow this kind of thing to be set up and roasted.

"Forget it, the two of us can't eat so much, let's divide some of you."

While speaking, Fang Qin cut off one of the hind legs of the roast pig with his gobco's short knife and handed it to Mike.

Mike took the pig's hind leg with his mouth full of surprise, and then put it on the ground.

"Then my half piece of pig..."

"The processing process is too complicated, you better eat it raw."

Although Mike didn't understand what the processing process meant, he probably understood that Fang Qin should be saying that the piece of meat he ate couldn't be roasted.

If it can't be roasted, Mike grabbed the pig's hind leg on the ground with his paws and gnawed on it.

"Good time!" Mike said as he chewed the meat in his mouth, and the oil flowers and hara scattered like fireworks in the light of the fire.

Fang Qin hurriedly hit the roast pig with a [Barrier Technique].

"Are you still eating my brother and me with your saliva?"

"Huh? Don't you eat? Then you're welcome!

"Rhetorical question! I asked rhetorically! "

......

Gobu Brother has been watching the two quietly, eating the barbecue in his hand while watching the two make a fuss.

He feels that the atmosphere at this moment is very warm, more like a family than a partner.

Farrell is like a father who is the head of the family, Mike is like a naughty child, and he is like...

Thinking of this, Gobgo's face turned red, oh my God, what was I thinking, if I was... Wouldn't Farrell and I be....

The more Gobbrother thought about it, the more flustered he became, and he couldn't help burying his head.

"Eh, brother Gebu, why don't you eat it?" Fang Qin found that Brother Gobu buried his head deep and didn't know what he was doing, so he said with concern.

Pure Chinese dinner table etiquette, "Why don't you eat it?" If

the next gobu brother said that he ate, Fang Qin would continue with the sentence "eat more."

Sure enough.

"Huh? What I eat, you see I'm eating. When the gobgo brother heard this, he was first startled, and then presented the roast meat in his hand to Fang Qin to see.

Fang Qin felt inexplicably, and the gobbrother in the fire looked particularly red.

"Then you eat more."

[Is Fang Qin concerned about me?] When Gobbrother heard this, his body temperature rose and his heart beat faster, and the green-skinned goblins were about to turn into red-skinned goblins.

"Hmm." Gobbon agreed coquettishly.

Then he buried his head and ate the barbecue in his hand.

[How did Gobgo chirp?] Fang Qin once again had such a question.

No matter, hurry up and eat two more pieces, the hind legs on Mike's hands are almost finished, and it is estimated that it will still eat....

"Farrell, cut some more for me!"

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