Stunning monster, soft and cute

Linggu looked up at him: "Master teach me!"

Ye Youming: "There is no pot here, how can I teach you how?"

No, I don't want to admit it yet.

But after all, we know that food is cooked in a pot.

Linggu remembered Chu Lianhua's cooking of grilled fish.

His eyes lit up and he said: "Master, pheasants are like fish, they can be roasted without using a pot."

"Roasted?" Ye Youming chewed on these two words.

Reminded by Lingu, Ye Youming remembered the scene where he saw other people lighting a fire with firewood and roasting hares in the past.

It doesn't matter what you bake, it's all the same.

On the side, Lingu rarely thinks that he is smart once.

The arc of the small mouth was raised in joy.

However, Ye Youming poured cold water on it, "Since you know how to cook a pheasant, you can make a fire and roast it yourself."

Linggu's small mouth suddenly flattened, "Master, I really don't know how to roast, I can't give birth to that kind of fire!"

Foxes are afraid of fire, and Suiling Valley is the same, so how can they make fire.

especially……

"Master, the fish last time was big...ah no, it was Chu Lianhua who I roasted and ate."

After Linggu uttered this sentence, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. He should not mention the immortal in front of the master.

He hurriedly squeezed his small mouth tightly, not daring to speak anymore.

At the same time, Mao Dudu's eyes secretly examined Ye Youming, and he was ready to be reprimanded.

Always ready to kneel.

However, surprisingly, Ye Youming did not show sullenness this time.

The man sat quietly on the bluestone, slightly closing his red pupils, not just thinking about something.

After a while, he opened his thin lips lightly, wanting to speak, but heard a "plop", Linggu knelt down, Ye Youming was slightly taken aback, and immediately said: "Get up."

Ling Gu got up obediently and dusted off the black robe. He loved the clothes.

"Go and get that pheasant."

Ye Youming's expression was dull, and he couldn't see any happiness or anger.

Linggu's heart is in a state of turmoil, Master won't make the pheasant disappear and won't let me eat it, will he?

He has seen Ye Youming's mana, a red light pops out, which can turn things into a pile of ashes and disappear.

Linggu anxiously came to Ye Youming with a pheasant leg in his hands.

The pheasant's paw was tightly clutched in the white and immature hands, reluctant to let it go, for fear of letting it go, Ye Youming would turn the pheasant into a pile of ashes.

Ye Youming saw Linggu's thoughts, "Do you think this will stop me!"

Linggu shook his head quickly, and then reluctantly put the pheasant in his little hand on the ground.

Rubbing his hungry stomach pitifully, "Master, I'm hungry!"

"I'm hungry, hurry up and pick up firewood."

"What?" Linggu was afraid that he might make a mistake, so he hurriedly asked, "Is Master going to roast a pheasant for me?"

Ye Youming slightly raised his eyebrows, "If you keep talking, I will really turn this pheasant into ashes."

"Thank you, Master." Linggu was ecstatic, and hurriedly turned to pick up firewood, but he ran a few steps and turned back.

Ye Youming sat on the bluestone and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Linggu glanced at the pheasant on the ground, "Master, the pheasant needs to be cleaned before it can be roasted." Linggu said a little nervously, "Well, Uncle Chu, no, it's Chu Lianhua. Clean up the fish before grilling."

The more nervous the more mistakes, Linggu knew that this time he must have made Ye Youming angry.

He always mentioned Xianzun.

Huh?Linggu's eyes rolled slightly, remembering what Ye Youming said and what he did to him before.

"Master, will you punish me?"

After speaking, Linggu leaned closer to Ye Youming, twisted his small mouth, and kissed Ye Youming's mouth like a pig.

This is Master's punishment for his wrongdoing, this time he took the initiative to accept the punishment.

Lingu's behavior caused Ye Youming's expression to change immediately, he hurriedly pushed Linggu away, frowned, and scolded Linggu: "Nonsense, get out."

Lingu blinked and blinked, his face covered.

Without waiting for Lingu to speak, Ye Youming picked up the pheasant and walked towards the creek not far away.

Apparently the pheasant was cleaned.

Linggu looked innocent, and immediately went to gather firewood.

Firewood was everywhere, so Lingu quickly picked up a bundle.

Then went to the creek.

At this moment, Ye Youming frowned and was cleaning the pheasant with a look of disgust.

Ling Gu squatted beside him, tilted his head to look at him, then stretched out his little finger, pointing to the feathers on the pheasant, "Master, the feathers haven't been plucked!"

this!

Ye Youming glared at Linggu, but was too lazy to argue with Linggu anymore.

The thin white fingertips began to pluck the chicken feathers one by one.

But that look had reached its peak of disgust.

Linggu was next to Ye Youming, and he didn't pull out the chicken feathers until he squatted until his legs were numb.

Ye Youming let out a long breath of relief, as if he had unloaded a big burden.

He Fang was about to get up, when Ling Gu beside him hurriedly said: "Master has not opened his stomach."

When Chu Lianhua Linggu was grilling fish, Linggu was watching by his side. The fish and chicken were handled in the same way.

However, Lingu's words inevitably made Ye Youming angry every time.

This time Ye Youming didn't tolerate Linggu anymore, he lowered his head and kissed Linggu vigorously, his tongue rolled the tip of Linggu's tongue into his mouth, and then bit it.

His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and Ye Youming let go of Linggu.

Linggu covered his mouth, "hissing haha" in pain.

The same place on the tip of the tongue was bitten twice in a row.

Linggu was so hurt that he couldn't speak.

And Ye Youming wanted such a result.

As if nothing happened just now, Ye Youming continued to clean up the pheasant, but according to Lingu's instructions, he had opened the chicken and cleaned it inside and out.

Immediately, he lit the firewood picked up by Linggu, put the pheasant on it, and roasted it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu..." Linggu's tongue was hurt and in pain, and he couldn't speak, but it was obvious that he was talking to Ye Youming.

As for whether Ye Youming can understand it, that's another matter.

"This seat doesn't understand."

Sure enough, Ye Youming couldn't understand him.

Linggu raised his little finger and pointed to the pheasant roasted on the fire, "I'm too impatient, um~" (The heat is too urgent, it's mushy)

After wasting all his strength, he couldn't bear to say these words.

However, Ye Youming still didn't understand a single word.

But Jingye Youming guessed that Linggu was hungry and wanted to eat.

He tore a piece of vegetation leaf casually, put the pheasant on it, "Eat it."

Linggu looked down at the pheasant that looked like a black charcoal ball, but because he was so hungry, he still stretched out his little hand tremblingly, tore off a piece of burnt chicken, put it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously, it felt like chewing Dry firewood, and chewed a mouthful of black, completely unable to appreciate the tender meat texture.

When swallowing, it feels like scratching the throat.

However, after tearing off a piece of charred chicken, it revealed the... bloodshot tender meat inside.

Typically because the heat is too fast, the outside is mushy and the inside is raw.

Obviously Ye Youming is also aware of this problem, but...

"It's not like I haven't eaten raw meat in the past. I can even eat disgusting grasshoppers and bugs. Isn't this pheasant much better!"

Linggu let out an "oh", obediently began to eat the undercooked pheasant meat.

Ye Youming watched him quietly from the side.

Linggu was really hungry, he ate up a pheasant that was mushy on the outside and raw on the inside in a short while.

There were not only oil stains but also blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

That pheasant, when eaten inside, is basically raw meat.

"The shit lip room is knocked." Lingu said vaguely, enduring the pain on the tip of his tongue.

Ye Youming understood this sentence, it was "Master, I'm thirsty".

Ye Youming didn't bring a water bag, so he glanced at the stream beside him, "Go and drink there."

"Huh?" Lingu pointed to the stream, "Palm." (Dirty)

Indeed, the pheasant was washed there, even with running water, it was not clean anymore.

"If you don't drink, you will be thirsty."

Ye Youming also didn't want Linggu to drink the stream water, he was a clean freak, especially the water was boiled and sterilized before drinking.

Keringgu was very thirsty, so he got up and walked to the stream.

Ye Youming, return to the Demon Realm so that he can clean his mouth.

Otherwise, he dislikes it.

Linggu found a relatively clear stream and squatted down, stretched out his small hand, picked up the water, and began to drink.

Ye Youming raised his eyes to look at the sky, it was already afternoon, he had to hurry up and return to the magic palace before dark.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~" Linggu moaned in pain while covering his stomach.

Ye Youming frowned impatiently, "What's wrong?"

Linggu's face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even utter vague words.

Ye Youming got up and came to Linggu, and released his consciousness to explore Linggu's body.

"No serious illness was found!" Ye Youming looked at Linggu who had fallen to the ground with his stomach in his arms, "It's just that there is some turbidity in the abdomen."

Ye Youming's eyes fell on the pile of chicken bones, and he glanced at the stream, as if he understood something.

Linggu's stomach is spoiled.

After Linggu transformed into a human, his physique is no longer that of a fox, and he is no longer used to raw food, especially after eating cooked food for a while, and now he is eating half-cooked meat and drinking dirty water. Immediate results.

The painful Lingu was alive and well.

Holding the hem of Ye Youming's robe with his small hands, he whimpered.

Ye Youming looked down at Linggu who was lying on the ground, and said helplessly, "Why are you talking about me?" Ye Youming really couldn't help treat this embarrassing illness.

It needs to be vented by Linggu himself.

But Linggu can't be ranked yet.

"It hurts~" Linggu used all his strength to say it just now, and said clearly, "Knead."

Ye Youming supported his forehead, and after a few breaths, he bent down and picked up Linggu, then sat on the bluestone and began to rub Linggu's stomach.

Linggu frowned and huddled in Ye Youming's arms, enduring the pain in his stomach.

After a while, probably because of Ye Youming's kneading, the pain in the abdomen gradually eased.

Ling Gu's frown was slowly relaxed.

"Pfft~~~" This little fart came so suddenly that Linggu himself was startled.

Ye Youming was even more disgusted, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and pushed Linggu out of his arms with the other, "Go away, go to the latrine."

Linggu also knows how to be ashamed of farting.

At this time, his little cheeks were flushed, even the tips of his ears were red, and he was about to slip away with his tail between his legs.

Ye Youming raised his eyebrows and eyes in disgust, and reminded: "Keep your tail higher when going to the toilet."

This is because I am afraid that a certain little fox will loosen his tail and get it on his tail.

Linggu's small face had already turned into a red apple, he nodded his head heavily, and was about to run again with small steps, but he heard Ye Youming's patient order: "Find more leaves of vegetation and wipe them clean."

After finishing speaking, Ye Youming turned his head and stopped looking at Linggu full of disgust.

Linggu even left as if fleeing.

Uh... I can't hold it anymore!

But Lingu still persisted and ran a long way.

So as not to let Ye Youming smell the stinky smell.

Ye Youming sat on the big bluestone and waited for Linggu to come back after going to the bathroom.

At the same time, I was also worried that the Linggu would not be clean, or that it would be all over the body.

The little bastard is so stupid that he can hardly do anything well.

As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened.

When Linggu got up after using the toilet, his legs were numb.

The squatting time is really not short, the pain on the tongue is much less, and I can speak clearly and speak normally and smoothly.

Linggu raised a pair of small hands, placed them in front of his eyes, and took a look, "Wash your hands before meals and after going to the bathroom."

This is what Chu Lianhua said to Linggu, and he has always kept it in mind.

He was even more afraid of being rejected by Ye Youming.

There is a big river in front, Lingu decided to go to the river to wash his hands well.

Looking at a very close river, Lingu went a long way.

Linggu stood by the river, his tired breath was unsteady, "Uh, I was deceived by my eyes!"

Immediately, he squatted down and scrubbed his little hands carefully.

At the same time, someone behind him slowly approached.

Linggu didn't notice it, and was still cleaning his little hands seriously.

Suddenly, the man hugged him from behind.

Linggu was startled, and instinctively wanted to struggle, but he heard the lips of the person behind him close to his ear and say...