Male Succubus Apocalypse

When Xu Heng was renovating the house, he confirmed that there was no kitchen or place suitable for cooking. The other rooms were used to store utensils, some scrolls, and there was even a bathroom.

The only thing was that there was no place for him to cook and no system to remove the fumes, so he simply went outside. The house was brand new now, and he didn't want to fill it with the smell of food.

There is also a large sand pit behind the house, which can be used as a great cooking area.

What dish should I cook? ——Xu Heng felt that it was necessary to cook something. An Lingqing didn't want to eat it, maybe because she had never tasted his cooking.

Eating delicious food makes you happy and is also good for recovery.

Demigods have already left their mortal bodies, and ordinary food has little effect on replenishing their bodies. If they really want to replenish their bodies with food, dragon meat or deep-sea monsters, where can Xu Heng get it?

There were none in Vivian's warehouse either, because these things were considered precious magic materials, and they were too precious to be used to make props, so who would be willing to eat them?

Even if he was willing to eat it, the tough meat and the lack of research made it difficult for Xu Heng to make it into a dish.

As long as it tastes good, that’s enough.

So what can you do with a sand pit? The simplest way is to build a barbecue grill and make barbecue! Barbecue is easy to make, but also the most difficult to make.

It can be eaten as long as it is roasted, but how it is roasted is another matter. How to marinate it, what seasonings to use, the roasting rhythm, and the quality of meat all require different combinations.

But you all have to know that when Xu Heng was down and out, the succubus would not provide him with any venue or tools until he demonstrated his superb cooking skills.

Initially, his only way of cooking was grilling. The only difference was that he grilled very seriously because he couldn't even eat it because it tasted too bad. He would also pick various specialties from the abyss to try, which ones would go better together.

At least Xu Heng can be considered a master griller with decades of experience, and grilled skewers are the first stepping stone for him to improve his status!

All I can say is that setting up the grill and grilling is a way to recall the past and think of the present.

He took out the flint, lit the coal, and put it on the grill. The burning sensation brought Xu Heng back to the abyss where the smell of sulfur filled every inch of space.

Looking back, everything that happened was so inexplicable.

Not only was I reincarnated, I was also summoned, and now I get a door-to-door service.

Met a bunch of demigods.

What is going on?

As expected, barbecue is still the most familiar to me!

“Grilled chicken wings ~ our favorite ~”

Humming the little tune that was engraved in his memory but whose origin he had long forgotten, Xu Heng took out a small pile of marinated meat from the space ring connected to Vivian's warehouse, spread it flat on the barbecue grill, and also some vegetables.

With the tentacles behind him, he could control dozens of skewers at the same time, and he could also fan them with a fan, but the smoke was a bit heavy...

When grilling, you need to be able to observe the degree of grilling of the meat. Some should not be grilled too well, and some need to be charred to taste good. If you master this, the grilled meat will not taste bad.

The barbecue in the other world is actually quite good and edible, but the spices are expensive and the ingredients used are not very good. After all, even if there are good ingredients, people generally don't use them for barbecue.

Xu Heng aims to create the ultimate barbecue - using the most suitable seasonings and the best meat, the most extreme techniques, and the most diverse parts and types.

And the internal organs! The treasure in the palm of your hand, he went to Jincheng to find out that they don’t eat these. They only grill the thighs and pork belly? Superficial! So superficial! They didn’t even grill the mushrooms! You are wasting food!

Moreover, he wanted to show a better way to eat barbecue, with lettuce and garlic! In order to please the picky taste of the female succubus, Xu Heng racked his brains, and finally found that the way of eating in the original world was still the best!

Just bake it like this? It’s not over yet!

Xu Heng felt itchy when he saw the sand, mainly because he was a little greedy - how could he not make beggar's chicken? And then use the hot sand to stew sweet potatoes, corn, potatoes, etc., wouldn't it be delicious?

Xu Heng did what he said. He let the tentacles control the fire first. He was almost able to do two things at once. It didn't matter if he didn't concentrate enough. He had a barbecue time clock in his mind. He knew when to turn it over and to what extent it was roasted. His body was aware of it.

Hey! This is the confidence of the master!

To make beggar's chicken, you need to marinate the chicken first and prepare lotus leaves. However, there are no lotus leaves in the other world. Yes, no lotus leaves! But Xu Heng found another kind of leaf that is similar to banana leaves, but softer and has a natural fragrance.

This kind of leaf is one of the materials used by succubi to make medicine. It was discovered by Xu Heng and used to wrap some things and bake them, which can add a "seductive" flavor to the food.

How should I put it? It's a kind of thing that can make people have a desire to eat it. Anyway, it's used by female succubi, and those who understand will understand.

Xu Heng wrapped the marinated chicken with this magical little leaf, tied it with a rope, and dug some mud, and that was almost it. However, in order to make the chicken less ordinary, Xu Heng took some half-cooked meat that was more resistant to roasting and stuffed it into the chicken's stomach.

The fat from the meat can add flavor to the chicken itself, and it will be very juicy! When the time comes, open the lotus leaf, smell it, and pull the chicken! If there is no juice flying everywhere, Xu Heng will not eat it!

Use some wooden sticks that are suspected to have magical properties and burn them on the sand. Xu Heng is working on the edge. He doesn't dare to go to the middle. He doesn't know if An Lingqing will give any suggestions. If the edge is done well, he can turn it over. It should be fine.

She also seems easier to talk to.

First, burn the soil on the surface to make it harder, then bury it in the hot sand, mix in charcoal, and do the same with other side dishes that may be good when stewed. Just wait quietly.

Julie didn't say a word during the whole process of Xu Heng's operation, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Could it be that he was so angry that he fainted? Not really, right?

Xu Heng thought about it, and took the opportunity to test and really want to ask a question, while operating the barbecue, he asked in his mind: "Julie, hello? Are you still there? Call Julie!"

"...What are you going to do? I'm not a little brat like An Lingqing..." Julie was not that active.

"Let me ask you a question. You said that a sword master should like swords, right? Just like you magicians are obsessed with your own research?"

"Almost. Below the sixth level, or even before becoming a demigod, if you have talent and push yourself, you may be able to achieve it. But if you don't have a pure heart and immerse yourself in your own cultivation, it is impossible to become a demigod."

"Then did you feel that An Lingqing's sword dance just now was a little unhappy?"

"Xu Heng, do you want to listen to what you are saying? She is just practicing swordsmanship! Can't you sense her emotions? How do you know she is unhappy? And what's wrong with being unhappy? Being devoted doesn't necessarily mean you have to be happy."

"Devotion, even if it makes you unhappy, should be a feeling of freedom. I always feel... I can't put it into words..."

"She is a sword master. What rank are you at? What are you thinking? And they are not even related to you. Why do you care so much about her?"

After asking, Xu Heng sighed secretly and said nothing. He actually knew that Julie would not be able to understand, but he still wanted to find someone to ask if it was generally possible to tell the difference.

Just after he finished massaging An Lingqing, she started practicing sword. When Xu Heng saw this, he felt something was strange, but he didn't know what was strange, so he turned on the "Soul Visualization" to observe.

Although it was not obvious, the sword with only the pink handle exposed, inserted into the throne, seemed to be constantly trembling, trying to be pulled out, but the throne was like a mouse trap, sticking to it and not coming out.

Soon, the sword made a roar and had to be inserted back weakly, making Xu Heng feel a little depressed.

That roar was helpless, very sad, and completely without freedom. Even though the sword girl in front of him was galloping under the stars and above the spring water, the more Xu Heng looked at her, the more he felt that she was too perfect.

No, it's not perfect. It's complete. It has reached the end, just like a robotic arm working. Once the threshold is set, there will be errors, but it will definitely not be exceeded.

Every move is as if in a painting, but you can only feel that this is a painting, this is a textbook, but you cannot make any progress.

It's like there are invisible chains and edges.

To learn calligraphy, one must start practicing in a grid. But if you look at all the masters who have established their own style, their final works will be on a piece of unrestrained rice paper, expressing endless emotions and imagination.

Even if there are mistakes in the words or drawings, they will never be redone, because that state, that mood, only occurs once, and we can only keep moving forward in the strokes that are together and cannot stop.

Solo, play freely, move forward in the pursuit of perfection, let emotion and intention merge, finally get the result by accident, and make the whole piece seamless.

This is not just the beauty of the font space, but also the writer's changing emotions and brushstrokes, the beauty of time span, which turns two-dimensional characters into three-dimensional, sublimated beauty.

On the contrary, it is not a flawless concealment of emotion, but an emotion integrated into the sword, showing a crushing momentum and character.

When attacking from both sides, you can choose to remain silent and not make mistakes, but taking a strong attack psychologically to disrupt your opponent is also an option.

Competitive state does not only mean being calm and composed, but more importantly being active and sensitive. Only then can you perform beyond your normal level and produce creative things.

But Xu Heng could not see such enjoyment and happiness in An Lingqing's sword and posture. She was just operating in a fixed mode and constantly eliminating bugs.

But maybe he doesn't know swordsmanship? Following the instructions one by one, there is nothing wrong with that. He is not a great man, and the most he can refer to is his cooking experience.

All things are connected, the world is complete, and all things are connected and subject to common laws. Xu Heng feels that he can infer from this that, but he is not sure about swordsmanship or a world of demigods.

There was a huge gap in strength, and he didn't have the confidence.

What about the soul? The soul can't lie, can it?

……

Xu Heng thought a lot, and so did Julie, but it had nothing to do with An Lingqing. She was thinking about Xu Heng on a daily basis.

He didn't say anything, not because he was angry, but because he was entangled in new doubts.

First, Xu Heng could not sense An Lingqing’s emotions.

Second, he didn't understand An Lingqing.

Third, he is emotionally insensitive.

How did this idiot know An Lingqing's preferences? How dare he remodel the house like that?

There was also mental massage. Although Xu Heng was a little panicked, he dared to perform it, as if he had expected it.

A student who uses a question-searching machine for a long time may easily become dependent on it. When he encounters a new question and does not have a machine, he will panic. Although the question is obviously not difficult, if he does not get rid of it psychologically, he will lose confidence in his own thinking and will not be able to solve the problem.

Don't dare to do it.

Why is this guy still so confident?

Could it be that my previous judgment was wrong? Or... this guy Xu Heng has other sophisticated tricks up his sleeve?

The strangest thing was when Xu Heng asked her whether An Lingqing was unhappy.

If he is sure and confident, then he will not ask himself, it is very likely that he has made his own judgment, is he so perceptive?

No, that's not right, it doesn't seem like a feeling... Why is that? What kind of way and means?

Julie fell into disarray.

In fact, she was right. Xu Heng did not make big judgments based on his feelings, but on himself. Putting the blame on others is a kind of analysis.

No matter how dull one's emotions are, one's feelings about oneself are still the most direct. Even if he has not analyzed what kind of person he is, just like cleaning his own ears, Xu Heng has learned roughly what it feels like to feel comfortable through himself.

A very metaphysical analysis.

When Julie had questions, she wanted answers, but she knew Xu Heng would never tell her, so she could only find a way to test it, talk to Xu Heng and see his reaction.

Ever since she was tied together with Xu Heng, she started to talk more. It was not because her true nature was exposed, but because she was too curious and had too many doubts, and she needed to figure out the "problem".

This is a habit developed by magicians, and it is also an addictive form of entertainment for them. Julie herself cannot control it and drives herself a little crazy every day.

Plus, Xu Heng was a foul-mouthed person—you should be able to understand his naughty personality, right?—when he couldn't vent his anger, he would tease Julie, which made Julie unable to hold back and often got carried away.

"Xu Heng, why do you call yourself this 'name'?" Well, Julie couldn't help but ask.

As soon as he was asked, Xu Heng knew that he was being tested. It was obvious that if he had been a slave for so many years, how could he have come into contact with such an ancient surname?

He can give himself a name, but no matter what others think, the probability of him giving himself a strange name like "Xu Heng" is very small.

Fortunately, no one asked him to write it out, otherwise if he subconsciously wrote two Chinese characters, he would not be able to argue.

"You're asking this." How could an "old dog" like Xu Heng not have prepared a response method in advance? "America captured a man before, and he called him this. Hey, this brother has persisted for 40 days! Do you know what that means? Even the magic bull plowing the fields is not as strong as him!"

"So..." Julie was stunned.

"So I think he's very strong, and his life is really tough, in every way! So I stole his name, and secretly memorized it to commemorate his tenacious spirit! In fact, my original name in the nest was Sewell, and the name sounds very weak, okay! Xu Heng, Xu Heng, you hear that, those who persevere, are very strong!" Xu Heng became more and more excited as he spoke, and he felt that his lies were great.

"Shut up, okay. Shut up. I don't want to know the twisted commemorative meaning of your name..."

Julie regretted asking...