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Damn it!

This strength gap, should it be so big!

What is certain is that among the more than a hundred people on the Dead Island, Yan is the strongest one.

However, he was the strongest, but in the end, he couldn't get out of this dead island.

"Die!!" The black boy caught Leng Yitong's distraction, took a leap, and wiped it off at her neck.

Rumble!

At this moment, a terrifying killing intent invaded.

The black boy shuddered, subconsciously turned his head, and saw Yan staring at him, and at this moment, he seemed to see a demon appear behind Yan, smiling at him.

Poof!

When he lost his mind, Leng Yitong also reacted and stabbed him with a dagger.

The black boy shuddered, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Leng Yitong unwillingly, never thinking that he would die so badly.

"Haha! You're great, Owl. Yan walked over and complimented.

Leng Yitong rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Yan, can you stop laughing at me?" ”

"How dare I laugh at you." Yan shook his head again and again, looking innocent, making it hard to believe that this was the terrifying killing god just now.

Looking at the current Yan, Leng Yitong's heart was haunted with complicated emotions.

"Yan ......"

"Huh?"

"I want to eat the roast chicken you made."

Yan was slightly stunned and looked at Leng Yitong blankly. "You, why do you suddenly want to eat roast chicken?"

You know, it's the Isle of Death, and any smell can become a deadly crisis, and they're not dealing with a beast, but a group of creatures that are more terrifying than the beast.

Assassin of the Underworld!

"Okay." Yan smiled, his eyes full of pampering. "Since the owl wants to eat it, then I must make it for you."

Suddenly, his figure moved, and he burrowed into the woods next to him.

After a while, Yan returned to this side, carrying a pheasant in his hand.

On this dead island, it is not easy to find a pheasant, but for the sake of Leng Yitong's appetite, Yan will always turn decay into magic.

"This pheasant is very fat, and it is excellent for making roast chicken." After speaking, Yan swept his eyes around, and then moved again, and after making a fuss around, he returned to Leng Yitong's side.

Fire, lit around.

The pheasant was removed by Yan with mud, and the internal organs were cleaned off with a dagger.

After doing this, Yan then put the processed chicken on the fire and roasted it. "Xiao, if you want to make the roast chicken delicious, you must not adjust the seasoning first."

"Why?" Leng Yitong smiled, like a curious baby, looking at Yan.

When Yan was focused, those eyes shimmered like two obsidian gems. "Because any seasoning will destroy the original flavor of the muscles. Only under the baking of the flame can the original flavor of the roast chicken be forced out, and it can be supplemented with condiments to enhance the fragrance. ”

As the flames roasted, the pheasants were burned so creaky that fragrant grease flowed out and dripped down on the flames, exploding bursts of sparks.

"It smells so good." Leng Yitong took a deep breath, even if there were no condiments, the taste of this pheasant could make people salivate.

"Don't worry, it's just the beginning." Yan smiled, and then escaped from his trouser pockets with two bottles, which contained some simple condiments, which were his own unique secrets.

Sa!

A burst of powder spilled out and landed on top of the roast chicken, instantly elevating the flavor to the extreme.

The powder falls on the golden sebum of the roast chicken, and little by little it penetrates into the muscles, forcing out the original flavor of the chicken.