The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

"Didn't you see that this ugly monster wants to eat me? Why don't you hurry up and help me."

"Help!"

Wang Xiaolu's loud cry woke up Zhao Daniu who was a little dazed by Sanqi's actions.

"Oh, oh!"

He responded to Wang Xiaolu, and then hurriedly set off, going to Wang Xiaolu and Sanqi, "Don't be afraid, Xiaolu, I'm coming!"

But at this time, Wang Xiaolu had already been dragged behind the curtain by Sanqi, and entered the kitchen, but he could no longer see Zhao Daniu's appearance of being so loyal.

The meat of evil spirits has never tasted good, it is dry, hard, sour, and there is a strange smell hidden in it, which is not much better than the Mengpo soup made by Panax notoginseng.

Because there are too many sins in the flesh of evil spirits, how can such flesh be good?

But Sanqi had no choice, or in other words, Po Meng had no choice.

Although Po Meng in the underworld feeds on ghosts, she can only eat heinous ghosts. This is the rule of the underworld.

Fortunately, Sanqi has been a Meng Po for more than 200 years, and she is barely used to the smell of evil spirits.

So, after dragging Wang Xiaolu into the kitchen, she had already started thinking about the next cooking method.

Chapter 958

Chapter 958

Frowning and thinking for a while, Sanqi couldn't think of a better cooking method that could help her get rid of the strange smell in the ghost meat.

In the end, he could only resign himself to his fate and said, "It's better to stew and eat, it's easier!"

Even if it is to be stewed, of course, Wang Xiaolu cannot be thrown into the pot directly like this.

After all, Sanqi is also a girl, so she has to be more polite when cooking and eating.

Therefore, Sanqi let go of Wang Xiaolu's wrist, and prepared to find a knife to chop Wang Xiaolu into pieces before cooking.

"You wait here for a while, I'll go get a knife."

The silly girl who was born lacking a sense of spirit, just spoke out what was in her heart so honestly.

As early as when he saw the pots and pans in the room, Wang Xiaolu was sure that Sanqi wanted to eat him.

What's more, on the beams of the house, there are still a few ghost thighs that have been dried by the wind and used for emergencies.

Wang Xiaolu became anxious immediately, seeing that Sanqi loosened the palm that was pinched on his wrist, how could Wang Xiaolu stay where he was?

"I'll wait for your grandma's legs!"

With a scolding sound, Wang Xiaolu was angry from the heart, evil to the guts, kicked at the table next to him, where the bowls and chopsticks were placed.

This is the table where Sanqi is used to eat on weekdays. There are not only bowls and chopsticks for Sanqi to eat on it, but also a small flower pot.

More than 200 years ago, on a day of 焃鴠, a Buddhist arhat named Wuming killed Meng Po Meng Qi with his own Buddha blood.

Then, he directly crossed Huangquan and broke into the depths of Hades.

But he left a seed in Mengpo Village, a flower seed from the Western Buddhist kingdom, which is said to be able to grow in this land of hell, Manjushahua.

Sanqi obeyed her mother's warning before she died, and did not hate Wuming. Of course, she was born without a soul, so she didn't know what hatred felt like.

The seed left by Wuming was carefully put away by Sanqi.

Among the eight hundred miles of yellow springs, except for one Mengpo village, there is yellow sand all over the ground.

After her mother died, Sanqi lived here alone, even though there were many ghosts from the underworld who looked at her pitifully, they were all willing to come to her place in their free time.

But Sanchi is lonely after all.

Lonely, she wanted to find someone to accompany her, to find someone to listen to her troubles.

Therefore, this plant has been carefully cared for by Panax notoginseng for more than 200 years, but only produced a bare root. It has become a very important friend to Sanqi.

Wang Xiaolu kicked on the table, it didn't matter if the bowl and chopsticks were broken, but if he hit the flowerpot and broke his half-dead flower, Sanqi didn't know where to cry.

After all, a place like Huangquan is supposed to be a place where not a single blade of grass grows.

It is not easy for Manshushahua to grow a rhizome here.

"my flower!"

Seeing that Wang Xiaolu's kick had already been kicked out, Sanqi couldn't help feeling anxious.

She forgot that she was Huangquan Meng Po, and that she had practiced spells on her body. She was just a mere Wang Xiaolu, and she could easily be destroyed.

He jumped right into the body and grabbed the flower pot of Manshushahua.

"Clang clang clang---"

The table fell over and the bowl was broken.

But Sanchi, who made himself ashamed, managed to save his Manshushahua before the flower pot fell to the ground.

Holding the flowerpot tightly in her arms, Sanqi suddenly turned her head and yelled at Wang Xiaolu, "What are you doing?!"

"mine……"

Sanqi originally wanted to say that if something happened to my flowers, I would not stew you today, but chop you into fine dumpling fillings.

But before Sanqi finished speaking, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a sharp and bright kitchen knife was held by Wang Xiaolu, and it was placed under Sanqi's neck.