The Demon King was holding the little hairball, and there seemed to be some anger between his eyebrows, and he actually compared him to such an inferior species.

How can this little human be so cowardly that a little ghost can be afraid like this?

"If any of you are a cook of chicken legs, this king will not do anything to you, but just want to eat chicken legs. As long as you make the chicken legs, this king will naturally let you go. ”

After the Demon King finished speaking, he ordered the nearest junior to reply, "You come!"

As soon as Xiao Er regained his freedom, the whole person fell to the ground softly, and his whole leg was weak.

"Chicken legs, he's a cook, chicken legs will definitely make it!" Xiao Er nervously pointed to one of them.

The cook who knew how to make chicken legs only felt that he was so unlucky, why was it himself, he was also very timid.

The Demon King glanced at the cook, and saw that the cook was a fat man, and he looked greasy, can you eat the things made by such a person?

The Demon King glared at the cook, and then said, "Change the cook, this king doesn't like what he makes." ”

Xiao Zhan trembled and thought about it: "Our boss is also a chef, he is the imperial chef in the palace, and the chicken thighs he makes must be better." ”

"Oh, where's your boss?"

The Demon King also knew that since he was the boss, he would definitely not be among this group of people.

"The boss is in Zhuangzi in the south of the city, a place called Chenjiazhuang. ”

Xiao Er sold his boss, and he was also very scared in his heart, if the boss found out, he would definitely fire him, and then he would have no job.

But compared to the boss, this ghost-like terrifying person in front of him is even more terrifying, and he can only be sorry for the boss.

"Chenjiazhuang, the imperial chef?"

The Demon King felt that this imperial kitchen was more in line with his needs, so before all the juniors could react, he had already disappeared into the restaurant with the little furball.

The Demon King went straight to Chenjiazhuang in the south of the city, and he only needed to glance at the whole town to know where that Chenjiazhuang was.

Ye Lichen didn't expect that the Dead Soul would fight hard to eat, and he would go to the owner of the imperial kitchen, what would happen if he found it?

A magnificent Zhuangzi in Chenjiazhuang is at the feet of the Demon King, and the entire Zhuangzi is also sporadic at night, and most of it is pitch black.

Ye Lichen knew that most of everyone had already slept, "squeak"

She felt that it was better not to disturb the rest of the people, and wanted to stop the Demon King from dying.

The Demon King thought that Little Furball couldn't wait to eat chicken legs, "Little Furball, wait for this king to catch the imperial chef to make chicken legs for you." ”

"Squeak" She doesn't want to eat chicken legs, let's go?

The Demon King searched for it, and felt that the largest and most luxurious room should be inhabited by the master chef.

So he went straight to the house with the little fur ball, and the demon king walked through the door of the house as if he had entered a no-man's land, and looked at everything in the house.

Sure enough, it's the home of the imperial chef, and many of the furnishings in the house are related to cooking, and these demon kings don't care at all, he just wants to find the person he is looking for as soon as possible.

"Where's the Imperial Chef?"

The Demon King had already seen an elderly couple lying asleep on the bed, so he shouted outside the door.

The couple suddenly woke up, "What happened?"

"What's the matter, old man, who's talking?"

The old couple sat on the bed, wondering if they were hallucinating.

"Which of you two is the Imperial Chef?"

The Demon King watched them grinding outside the door and reminded.

"Who is outside the door, why did you break into my Chenjiazhuang?" The old man on the bed hurriedly got dressed and went to the ground, and took a sword from the wall to defend himself.

"Be careful, old man. ”

The old woman on the bed said with some concern, and then got dressed and prepared to see who was talking outside.

The Demon King knew that the two were ready to come out to reply, so he sat on the chair with the little furball in his arms and waited.

The old man pushed the door out with his sword, and saw an extraordinary-looking man in black sitting in the living room, and the innate noble aura made the old man look sideways.

"May I ask why Your Excellency came to visit the place late at night?" the old man thought that the person who came was even more kingly than the current Son of Heaven, and he must not be offended.

"This king is here to find an imperial chef, and you are the imperial chef!"

The Demon King looked at the old man and even brought a sword out, and he was able to live in such a good house, most of them were the masters of this Zhuangzi.

"The old man used to be the imperial chef, but he hasn't cooked for a long time, I don't know what you are looking for the old man?"

The old man heard someone claiming to be the king, but he had never heard of such a prince in his memory, and he didn't remember who he had offended.

"Since you are the imperial chef, it is the best, this king and this king's little furball like to eat chicken legs, you hurry up and make some. ”

The Demon King held the little furball and watched him command casually.

"Chicken legs?" the old man looked confused, "You came late at night just to ask the old man to make chicken legs for you to eat?"

He was a little unsure, so he asked more.

"What's the matter, isn't the king's words clear enough?" the Demon King looked at the old man with a cold face.

The old man was so confused by the sharp gaze of the Demon King, why did he feel difficult to breathe when he was looked at?

"There are restaurants everywhere in this Phoenix Town, and there are many people who can make chicken legs? Why did Your Excellency find here? Besides, the old man has not been cooking for many years, and I am afraid that the craftsmanship is also a little rusty, and he neglects the guests. ”

The old man only felt that this person looked normal, most of them were not in good spirits, and he actually found this place to let him make chicken legs?

The whole of Phoenix knew that he had washed his hands.

"This king doesn't want to listen to your nonsense, this king only wants to eat chicken legs now, if you don't do it, then this king will raze this place to the ground, and tell the world, saying that your restaurant is a big bully, and you can't even do chicken legs, so it's better to close the door." ”

The Demon King didn't want the little hairball to wait too long, and his whole body was already exuding a black demonic aura, and the whole room had begun to shake a little.

"Old man, who are you, what do you want to do?" the old woman hurried out of the house and helped the old man who was about to be blown down by the dark magic.

The old man and the old woman felt a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts when they saw the black demonic aura in the entire room, as well as the aura that continued to emanate from the Demon King's body.

"Why does Your Excellency exude a black aura?" The old man had never seen such an evil person, and the person who came was definitely not a decent person, so what should he do now to avoid this crisis?

The two old men are really thinking too much, and the Demon King just wants to eat chicken legs, just do it?

But they haven't understood it yet, and the Demon King has begun to get angry, "This king doesn't want to say it twice, hurry up and make chicken legs, otherwise you will bear the consequences." ”

The old woman seemed to hear the point: "Is it not as long as we make the chicken legs, and your Excellency will leave, and no longer trouble us?"

"Trouble, does this king look idle?"

The Demon King glared at the old woman, and that look was particularly fierce.

The old woman didn't look at it directly, and quickly pinched the old man's arm, "Old man, the visitor is a guest, and the guest wants to eat chicken legs, so old man, you can do something and serve it to the guest quickly." ”

"What are you?"

The old man didn't understand why the old woman asked him to make chicken legs.

"Go, go!"

The old woman didn't dare to mess with the Demon King, after all, the black aura exuded from her whole body, and the characters who could make the whole house shake were really terrifying.

They are just ordinary people, "This son, you sit here and rest, my old man will make chicken legs soon." ”

"Well, that's good. ”

When the Demon King saw that the old woman was more up-to-the-road, he was no longer embarrassed, holding Ye Lichen and waiting for the chicken legs.

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