I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

“Eat, eat! Eat, eat!”

The group of four had been getting along harmoniously for several days. The little guy had started eating meat and would circle around Erlan as soon as he smelled the aroma of cooking.

Erlan was also calm. The little guy kept blocking his way when he was doing things, so he just stepped over him, being careful not to step on him.

“Eat, eat! Eat, eat!”

I still can't get rid of this habit of crawling sideways.

Su Tang sat aside, holding his forehead with shame, "Senior, you really should teach them a lesson. After all, they were once a powerful tribe that was glorious once."

This child, all he does is eat and call grandpa. Even though Su Tang wants to teach him, the little guy is not interested in her at all, except that he is not shy.

On weekdays, apart from sticking to Patrick and calling him grandpa, he would twist his head and call Erlan "eat, eat" during meals.

If you say he is stupid, he knows who is feeding him. If you say he is not stupid, he can't even utter a complete sentence.

Patrick was not in a hurry. He picked up a stone and smashed the little guy away.

"Go away, you're blocking people from cooking!"

The little black bug rolled several times on the ground, then got up again, shaking its head, and crawled back with its limbs swish.

This child is quite tough and has never cried out in pain.

Patrick naturally could not hide the fact that Erlan taught Su Tang how to use the power of his bloodline, and Su Tang had no intention of hiding anything from him.

Of course, she still did not reveal the identity of the goddess Su Tang.

They had only been together for a few days, and he had confessed to Cowell before, firstly because Cowell was someone Erlan could trust, and secondly, it was to win him over.

And even if Su Tang didn't say anything, with Patrick the Beast King's vision, he would be able to guess something unusual.

But for some reason, Patrick seemed to be blind. They didn't say anything and he didn't ask.

"Hasn't that kid been teaching you how to exert force recently? How is your learning going?"

"Ah?" Su Tang was a little confused by his nonsensical words.

After she realized what was happening, she scratched her cheek and said, "It's normal, but I still feel very uncomfortable."

This was the first time Patrick discussed this issue with Su Tang in these days.

After observing for several days, Patrick also saw the problem with Su Tang.

"It's normal for you to feel uncomfortable. You don't have a beast form, so the method he teaches is not suitable for you."

As he spoke, he picked up another stone and smashed the little guy who was crawling towards him away, then leaned against the tree trunk with his legs crossed.

"Below the Beast King, they rely on the power of blood to pull every inch of skin on their body. It is essentially a confrontation between flesh and blood."

A light bulb went off in Su Tang's head, and she clapped her hands with her fist. She understood what he said.

"Are you talking about body training?" Su Tang added, fearing that he didn't understand, "It means tempering the body."

Hearing such a novel word for the first time, Patrick pondered it and nodded slightly.

"The term 'body refining' is quite appropriate."

Patrick was even more satisfied with Su Tang. No one likes to teach a stupid apprentice. He just wanted to give Su Tang some advice, but he didn't expect that this kid was so smart.

He continued, "Above the Beast King, it is not a pure physical battle, but the power of the blood in the body is drawn out through the flesh."

"If you want to reach the state where the power of blood is transformed into reality, the body is particularly important. Without a strong physique, forcibly drawing the power of blood may result in..."

Picking up a stone, he simply spread out his hands, and the stone hung in the air in his palm. When he closed his fingers, the stone exploded from the inside out, breaking into tiny pieces of gravel.

Such a visual demonstration made Su Tang nervous. Why did this blood power sound so dangerous?

Patrick raised his hand and stroked his chin. He looked at Su Tang for a long time before he slowly said, "But... your body is very strange. You don't have a beast form, but you have the power of blood. Your physical strength is not even comparable to that of a child, but you can perfectly contain this power and even use it."

He sighed repeatedly, looked at Su Tang's chest, then looked at her skirt, with a bit of sympathy and speechlessness in his eyes.

Su Tang finally understood why Patrick had only been observing her during this period and had not talked to her in detail.

Su Tang was speechless. Was she considered a freak, or a hermaphrodite freak? She was afraid that if she said it openly, it would make her feel inferior.

"Senior, I'm normal. It's not what you think!" She was so angry that she stood up. She was normal and there was definitely no extra object!

"Believe it or not, this is the power bestowed upon me by the Beast God."

When she said this, Patrick clapped his legs and laughed. He looked more than unconvinced, as if he thought she was daydreaming.

"I have lived for hundreds of years, and I am still a beast king. Although I don't have as strong telekinesis as a priest, I am much stronger than an ordinary priest. I have never heard of any decree from any god."

"But you, little brat, actually said that this ability was given by God? I am dying of laughter!!"

"Why don't you call the Beast God? If He responds to your request, I, an old man, will believe you! Hahaha!"

Su Tang clenched her teeth and her jaw was stretched into a straight line. This was the first time she was laughed at for bringing up the Beast God.

When one reaches the realm of the Beast King, he will understand much more about some things than ordinary people and will definitely not be pedantic and stubborn.

But they were even bolder than Su Tang had imagined.

"You can be the Beast King, so why can't I be a special existence?"

Su Tang sat down with his arms folded, and turned his head to the other side angrily.

"What special existence can make the Beast God bestow a gift? The little brat doesn't even think before he speaks?"

Patrick laughed so much that he couldn't laugh anymore. What kind of special existence could make the Beast God bestow a blessing?

Does such a thing exist? Of course it does!

He almost choked on his saliva because of this thought. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Su Tang carefully again. When he saw some faded black stains on her body, his eyes dimmed.

Patrick had also heard of that rumor, but aren’t goddesses all top-level purifiers?

How could it be a top purifier?

"Are all the things you have fake?" he asked tentatively.

"you guess."

Su Tang did not reply to him directly, but any smart person could guess the answer.

Patrick did not expose her. He stroked his beard, raised his feet and scratched the soles of his feet.

No matter how many times he looked, Su Tang felt that the person in front of him did not look like a beast king.

The Beast King in her imagination was down and out, but still had the demeanor of a strong man, just like the emperors in ancient times, with a majestic aura and authority without even getting angry.

Is this what it means to be a great hermit hiding in the city?

This is even less like that of a master!