Even if he was afraid, the little thing still refused to reveal where his partner was.

It shook its head pitifully, "You are too weak. Mengmeng doesn't like the weak. If I take you there, Mengmeng will let me have nightmares for a long time, a long time, a long time."

"Then there is nothing to do. It's better to fry and eat, cut it into pieces, cut it into shreds, or cut it into diced?"

She took it and pulled back the sword, went back to the pool to make a fire and boil water, then took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the knife slowly.

"Meng Meng should not be dismembered. Meng Meng is afraid of pain. Good people should not cut me!"

It was shocked and cried to the top of its lungs, and light golden tears fell all over the floor.

Feng Shu ignored it and just muttered the way.

"Well, it's all meat anyway. Cut it into pieces and carrots to make a small pot of soup, cut it into shreds and lotus root to make a cold dish, slice it into a plate of red flavour dishes, and stir-fry it into a small dish. Ah, you can also chop the belly into a meat paste and fry it into a meat patty, fry it into a meat pie, fry it with your hooves and ears, and stew it directly and drink the brain marrow.

Yes, it must be fragrant. If it is crispy and tender, it will be crispy and tender, it will be soft and it will be soft and it will be drool when you think of it..."

She smashed her mouth as if she had tasted the supreme delicacy. When the water in the pot began to boil, she sharpened her knife even more.

"Bad guy, bad guy, you are a bad guy. Woo woo, don't cut pieces, shreds, slices, diced them, chop them into paste, and hiccup your brain...wow...hiccup..."

It cried while hiccupping, but Feng Shu was heartbroken, and the sound of sharpening the knife became more and more rapid and louder.

"Mengmeng, Mengmeng saves me, Mengmeng is about to be eaten by a bad person, Mengmeng..."

It cried so hard that its voice was hoarse.

Feng Shu turned a deaf ear and quickly sharpened the knife to the point of being able to see.

This time she didn't gesture anymore, and cut it directly into its belly with one stroke...

Can't go.

The knife broke in response to the sound, leaving only a handle in the palm of her hand.

"belch……"

The little thing was frightened and blinked with tears in his eyes and wanted to laugh, but saw Feng Shu holding a long sword in his hand and slashing it on his head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Its sharp nails instantly emerged, and they waved them randomly without any rules, but the long sword was like a small knife, with a miserable fate, and one sword broke twice.

“Wow.”

Feng Shu took out another sword from the space button with great enthusiasm. This time, he didn't cut his stomach or his neck, but unfortunately the sword broke.

She took it again and cut her head, but she still cut it into two pieces.

She continued to work hard until there were only three swords and two swords left in the stock, and she stopped with unfulfilled satisfaction.

The little thing stopped crying, blinked her light golden eyes and looked at her innocently.

"Meng Meng is not delicious, don't eat me, good person."

It just discovered that she had always used the blade without Kaifeng. Although it scared it, it still had a lot of ignorance to forgive her.

Oh, the monster, there are really such a stupid fool in this world, even more stupid than it. If Mengmeng saw her, she would definitely be so angry that she vomited blood.

It looked at her with compassion.

Feng Shu didn't know that it was whispering to him, and the look he looked at it was also extremely weird.

This guy has too high protection ability? You know, although she used the blade just now, she used internal force to continuously attack. Even if it was a mecha, it could be cut into scrap copper and iron. Even if it was a dark curtain that was isolated from space, it could still be a hole.

It was safe and sound, except for Hong Yinzi, there was no wound on its body, not to mention bleeding or broken bones.

I don’t know what the effect of using the bombardment will be? If you can be unharmed under the bombardment...

Feng once said that she was seriously injured when she was bombarded by someone. Yue Qing died to save her. The scene at that time must be very tragic, so tragic that it exceeded her ability to bear. The lost memories would not be able to recover until today. If this guy is kept by her as a pet, if there is a possibility in the future, can he block the fire for her?

It's enough for a moment. As long as it's blocking, she can seize the opportunity to escape from the sky.

She looked at it expressionlessly, and although the little thing was not the roundworm in her belly, she couldn't help but tremble.

"You don't want to eat me, good guy, Mengmeng will get angry. When it gets angry, you will have nightmares every day in the future."

"It's okay, I can't see Mengmeng anyway, let alone I rarely sleep."

Feng Shu took out the rabbit meat from the space button and started eating slowly.

The little guy didn't expect that the style of painting would change suddenly so quickly.

It looked at the boiling boiling water, then at the slowly decreasing rabbit meat, swallowed hard, struggled for a long time before it approached her tremblingly, "Meng Meng also wants to eat it."

"My name is Fengshu. What's your name?"

"Mengmeng, my name is Mengmeng. Good man, give me a piece of meat."

She chewed the meat slowly and glanced at it sideways.

"Meng Meng is a nickname, what is the big name?"

"What is a daimyo? Mengmeng is called Mengmeng."

It looked at it with a hurry, stomping its feet in place, but it did not dare to force it.

Feng Shu grabbed another piece of meat into his mouth, and there was no intention of treating it to eat.

"What else would Mengmeng call you besides calling you Mengmeng?"

"Idiot, idiot, idiot, damn, little pitiful, dead Hongmeng, stinky Hongmeng."

It scratched its ears and foreheads and said all the names it remembered, and finally looked at her pitifully, "No, good people, really no more."

"Hongmeng? That Hongmeng?"

In Taoist legends, before Pangu created the world, the world was just a chaotic mass of vitality, and this natural vitality was called Hongmeng.

Feng Shu put the plate on the snow and let it hurry forward and swallow it voraciously. It soon swept it all away. Perhaps very satisfied with the smell. The little thing licked the plate carefully and finally put its paws into its mouth.

Feng Shu saw this and her eyes twitched, she must have heard it wrong.

Even if you hear it right, it must be the strange-spoken Mengmeng named it randomly, which is simply a waste of such a high-end, elegant and high-end name.

"Good man, I want to eat pheasant soup. Can you do it well? Give me some charity? Just a little bit, I will eat a little bit."

It reluctantly put down its paws and begged her for mercy.

Feng Shu happily brought the stock out for it. As a result, he agreed to eat only a little bit of small things. After eating, he licked the soup stained on the plate again.

"Is it tasty?"

“It’s delicious, Mengmeng still wants to eat it.”

It licked its lips, still feeling unsatisfied.

"We are not acquainted with each other. For your sake, I can be a chef for you. I will find everything you want to eat and I will cook it for you."

"real?"

Her words made the little thing jump three feet high, and in order not to let her repent, it disappeared out of thin air with a "whizz".

Feng Shu was stunned for a while before confirming that he was not dazzled. This guy really seemed to be teleporting and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Huishan once said that if you don’t take advantage of it, she will lose a lot if she doesn’t take it. If she doesn’t come back, she will lose a lot.
Chapter completed!