The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

The Tiger King not only invited Ying Tianxing to eat the prey of their tiger tribe, but also generously invited Si Qingyu and her other three brothers, "You can eat together, all you can eat!

There are still several big ones! I asked my brothers to catch them today, they are all fresh!"

Looking at the pile of bloody corpses, Si Qingyu grinned and said, "You are so passionate!"

The Tiger King laughed heartily, "Wahahahaha, of course, I'm always generous to my brothers!"

The tiger king put his claws around Si Qingyu's shoulders and held her in his armpits like a chick.

Si Qingyu: "..."

Si Qingyu was about five feet one inch tall, which would be about 1.69 meters in later times.

But the Tiger King is a little taller than her, about 1.75 meters.

Putting aside the different living habits of different races, Sister Tiger still looks quite safe.

Si Qingyu looked at the poor second senior brother who was eating, the eldest and fourth senior brothers who were trying very hard not to eat, and the third senior brother who was hesitant about whether to eat or not, and his thoughts turned.

Si Qingyu said politely to the Tiger King, "My King, you are so kind.

To show my sincerity, I am willing to process these delicacies in our tree spirit's way and let the king have a taste.

Please trust my cooking skills, everyone who has tasted it says it is delicious, it is top notch.”

The Tiger King was surprised and looked expectant. "Oh, really? You are good at cooking?"

Little tree elf, you can do it! "

Si Qingyu adapted to his new identity well and continued smoothly, "We tree spirits eat cooked food. I have a cooking seasoning packet in my storage bag. Just wait and see!"

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Renxin Sect's small team set up a pot in the wild, lit a fire, and started cooking.

It was as if their visit to the demon world was a picnic in the wild. Thinking of this, they suddenly felt happy!

Chi Baobao also demonstrated the only skill he knew, which was stewing rice, and he made more than ten buckets of rice.

Although most of these tiger monsters have transformed and can practice fasting, monster cultivators are more casual than human cultivators and are not as able to control their appetite.

Human cultivators are afraid of impurities forming in their bodies and dare not eat, but demon cultivators are not afraid.

They prefer to taste all kinds of delicious food and enjoy the happiness of feasting.

For example, the most original and pure aroma emitted by rice grains during the steaming process makes many tigers feel hungry.

Nangong Chiyang was responsible for cutting the meat into pieces, slices, and then shreds, and his knife skills were first-rate.

Qianren was responsible for making the fire and he controlled the temperature very well.

Si Qingyu went to the stove and started frying in eight large pots.

Because Ying Tianxing had become the noble king's man, he no longer had to wash vegetables and do chores. Instead, he sat next to the Tiger King and chatted with her.

Usually in such embarrassing moments, Ying Tianxing would want to indulge in music, so he took out his flute and flipped it over.

The Tiger King saw him playing with a flute and immediately became interested. He came close to Ying Tianxing and asked him, "Little fox demon, can you play this thing?"

The well-educated and well-versed eldest son of the Ying family, who was very handsome and gentle, turned around with his flute, clasped his fists with a smile, and replied, "To be honest, I am a music practitioner!"

With his flirtatious appearance and the words he said, the Tiger King was immediately bewitched by him.

"You are a sound cultivator? You are actually a sound cultivator! Ahahahaha! Brothers, I actually found a sound cultivator fox demon. Who said that we tigers are not elegant?

From now on, we the Tiger Tribe will also have sound repairers.

Little fox demon, when our tiger cub is born, you will be responsible for teaching him music, and I will teach him how to fight!

Hey, our tiger cub will definitely be the future master of all monsters!"

Upon hearing this, the tigers congratulated the Tiger King on his good marriage, his keen eye for identifying demons, and his great luck, saying that he was worthy of being the king of their family.

Ying Tianxing was extremely embarrassed. He couldn't avoid the topic of giving birth to tiger cubs.

Seeing that her little husband was becoming shy again, the Tiger King quickly changed the subject.

Tiger King: "Hey, little fox demon, since you are a sound cultivator, you must be able to read, do you have a name?"

Ying Tianxing was stunned for a moment and got some information. The Tiger King probably couldn't read, and it seemed that none of them, the goblins, had a proper name.

Anyway, we are in the demon world now, not the spiritual world.

Not many people in the demon world knew Ying Tianxing, so Ying Tianxing gave his real name.

"My name is Yingtianxing. Ying means Yinglong, Tian means the sky, and Xing means the star."

The Tiger King hissed and stroked his chin with his slender fingers. "You have a good name. It sounds very cultured. What does it mean?"

Yingtianxing: "The night is cool and the metal energy responds, the sky is quiet and the Mars flows."

The Tiger King nodded, "Well, you are right. So, what does your name mean? It sounds pretty nice."

Ying Tianxing paused and said, "Master Tiger King, I think you and that little Qilin are a good match. Why don't you consider him?"

The Tiger King suddenly had an idea, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that seemed evil but actually looked very crazy.

The Tiger King imitated the demon king in the storybook, grabbed Ying Tianxing's shoulder with one hand, pinched Ying Tianxing's chin with the other hand, and snorted coldly, "Heh, man, I know you are saying one thing and thinking another, and you are testing me.

You are the only one in my heart. Ever since I saw you for the first time, I knew that I couldn't live without you.

You are my tiger cub’s mother, no, father.”

Faced with this sudden line, Ying Tianxing didn't know how to respond.

The Tiger King was overjoyed. He let go of Ying Tianxing and ran to Si Qingyu who was cooking with the storybook to show off.

"Little tree spirit, the sketchbook you gave me really works. This little fox spirit was so moved by me that he didn't know what to say."

Si Qingyu, who had witnessed the whole process, trembled when he heard this, and almost dropped the fried vegetables in the pot.

Nangong Chiyang felt that he was being ridiculed, and he sharpened his knife with a murderous look on his face as he looked at his junior fellow apprentice.

Ying Tianxing, who was shocked by this absurd development, took a deep breath. When will this day end?

The Tiger King pestered Ying Tianxing again and insisted on explaining his name to her again.

Ying Tianxing said, "It probably means that the night scenery is beautiful, quiet and peaceful, with bright stars, it is a beautiful appearance."

He also heard from Ying Dafa that this was the meaning of the name Ying Tianxing that his mother gave him.

After hearing this, the Tiger King clapped his thigh and said, "This is a great name! Then I'll choose one too. I'll be called... Ying Da Hu!"

As soon as the tiger king finished speaking, the tigers congratulated their king on having a name, which was so majestic and domineering.

The Tiger King was in a very good mood and full of interest. He waved his hand and said to Ying Tianxing, "Come on, Ying Tianxing, you are free anyway, so give me two pieces."

Ying Tianxing: "Two paragraphs of what?"

Tiger King: "Just blow on your stick! Let me hear if it sounds good. Let the big monsters of our tiger tribe follow suit and smoke it."

Ying Tianxing swallowed, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, circulated his spiritual power, and began to play a melody that was sometimes melodious, sometimes sad, sometimes confused, and sometimes indignant.

This song was improvised by him and it reflects his true inner feelings.

Oh, who would understand? A migrant worker from another place was nearly raped by a goblin while on a mission, and was forced to perform in public.