Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

The Haotian Realm is not a fairyland that only belongs to the human race.

The monster races derived from monster beasts are not weaker than the human race in the slightest, no matter in number or power.

Calculated according to the occupied territory, it even greatly exceeds it!

For example, the Manglong Mountain Range, which stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, is strictly speaking the territory of the Yaozu.

Therefore, even in the peripheral area, it is normal to encounter Yaozu.

It's just that the human form transformed by this monster race is almost perfect, and even the aura revealed has no flaws, which is impossible for ordinary monks to see through.

However, Wang Chen is no ordinary Zifu.

His physique has reached the level of Jindan, his soul attributes are far superior to those of his peers, and he has newly gained the help of Waidan, so his perception is extremely keen.

When the other party first came in, Wang Chen didn't notice it immediately.

But when he smelled the aroma of barbecue and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, Wang Chen discovered the clue.

How should I put it, the fox's tail is exposed!

As for the monster's curious inquiry, Wang Chen smiled and said, "I guess."

The monster was speechless.

After a while, it said slowly: "I like cooked food."

Wang Chen nodded: "I see."

Just now he asked the other party whether he likes raw food or blood food, which is very particular.

Raw food is to kill the prey and eat it after bloodletting, and blood food is to swallow it directly-full blood is the best.

The two different ways of eating represent the two major factions of the Yaozu!

As for cooked food, it is a niche alternative.

This monster who likes cooked food has never shown any hostility towards Wang Chen from the beginning to the end. In addition to its shape and breath, it is obviously very close to the human race.

That is the alternative in the alternative of the Yaozu!

Wang Chen asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that I drugged the barbecue just now?"

For many monks, no matter what kind of monster race, they are enemies and materials, and they must not let them go unless they cannot be defeated.

The relationship between the monster race and the human race has been extremely tense since ancient times.

"You wouldn't do that."

The demon clan looked at Wang Chen, with a strange light flashing in his eyes: "You have no evil spirit of blood, nor evil spirit of resentment, you are a cultivator who upholds the righteous way."

"Well…"

Since crossing the mountain and sea realms and then arriving in the Haotian realm, this was the first time Wang Chen heard others say that he was a righteous monk.

And this "person" is actually a demon.

He was quite moved in his heart, and said: "Orthodox monks also regard demons as enemies."

For the monks in the Haotian Realm, slaughtering the monster clan is not only driven by interests, but also the choice of camp.

Standing on the side of the human race, it is just to deal with the monster race!

"I know."

The Yaozu smiled and said: "So you are a good person."

Wang Chen shook his head: "Good people don't live long!"

He didn't continue this topic: "It's fate to meet each other, there is no such thing as a monster, since you like cooked food, I'll make you a beggar's chicken again, I guarantee you like it."

"Beggar chicken?"

The Yaozu suddenly showed a look of expectation: "It's a very interesting name."

Wang Chen took out two slaughtered, stripped and cleaned three-color golden pheasants, as well as dried lotus leaves and yellow mud from the sumeru ring.

Three-color golden pheasant is a very delicious soul chicken. Many people raise it in the farms around Yongle Xiancheng. Because Wang Chen likes delicacies, he bought some and stored them in Xumijie.

A large part of his Sumeru ring is used to store ingredients and daily necessities.

Don't feel wronged when you go out.

The golden pheasant has been marinated. He first wrapped it tightly with lotus leaves, tied it with thin and tough grass ropes, and finally wrapped it in thick yellow mud and stuffed it into the campfire to braise.

The Yaozu looked at Wang Chen as a beggar chicken with great interest, and moved his seat to the opposite of Wang Chen.

Wang Chen didn't feel threatened. After cleaning up the yellow mud on his hand, he poured a cup of spiritual tea for the other party: "Take a sip of tea, this chicken needs a little time to cook."

Normally it would take an hour or two, but Wang Chen threw a few spirit trees into the bonfire, and the time would be greatly shortened.

"Thanks."

The monster clan took the spirit tea generously and grinned at Wang Chen.

Its teeth are snow-white, and the left and right canines are pointed. It looks quite cute!

The deserted house is empty and lonely, and the night is lonely and cold. It is also good to have someone or a demon to chat with you.

Wang Chen took a sip of his tea and said, "My name is Wang Chen, and I come from Yongle Fairy City."

The Yaozu hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Hu Jiao, from Qingqiu."

Wang Chen almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

Although he had already guessed that the other party was from the fox clan in the demon clan, he did not expect that this person was from Qingqiu.

Qingqiu is the holy land of the fox clan, coming from Qingqiu is equivalent to being born in the capital.

Belongs to Tianlong people, Tianlonghu!

Wang Chen put down his teacup, cupped his hands and saluted: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Hu Jiao gave Wang Chen a white look, then sighed faintly: "You don't understand..."

Wang Chen felt that there was something wrong with this fox.

So does he.

But after opening the chatter box, the relationship between one person and one monster is undoubtedly getting closer. Hu Jiao is quite curious about Wang Chen's origin, and Wang Chen also wants to know about the situation of some monster clans, so the two sides communicated quite happily.

It's just that as time went by, a strange fragrance came out from the bonfire, and Hu Jiao, who smelled it, began to fidget, almost showing his tail and shaking it from side to side.

The three-color golden pheasant itself is a very good ingredient, and the sauce that Wang Chen uses to marinate it is specially prepared. Under the roasting of spirit wood, the fragrance that diffuses will definitely make people salivate.

Wang Chen had eaten it before, but this Qingqiu fox seemed to have been grasped, and he was absent-minded when talking to Wang Chen, a pair of dark eyeballs drifted straight to the bonfire.

Wang Chen was amused: "Wait for another stick of incense and it's almost done."

Hu Jiao swallowed subconsciously: "It's okay, I can wait."

A faint blush suddenly appeared on its face.

There was a bit of flattery.

Wang Chen happened to see it, and couldn't help but lose his mind, and then quietly looked away.

Neither he nor Hu Jiao spoke again.

The atmosphere in the house became weird.

It wasn't until the scent of the golden pheasant reached its peak that Wang Chen reached out to take out the beggar chicken in the campfire.

Not afraid of the high temperature on the surface, he pushed aside the thick and hard mud shell, and handed the whole roast chicken together with the lotus leaf bag to Hu Jiao.

"Taste."

Hu Jiao was not polite: "Thank you."

It can't wait to peel off the lotus leaf that has been soaked in fat, and the fat chicken with golden skin inside is immediately revealed.

An incomparably rich fragrance hits the nostrils.

The expression on this Qingqiu fox can't be described in words!

Wang Chen made two of the same beggar chicken and kept one for himself, and soon he and Hu Jiao began to feast on it.

In the middle of eating, Hu Jiao suddenly took out a purple gourd from his storage bag.

It unscrewed the cork and took a sip.

Then he hesitated for a moment, and handed the gourd to Wang Chen: "You drink a little too."

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