Lingyou's pupils glared at Wu Feng fiercely, but now his eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

Wu Feng emphasized taking his head, of course he thought that he was jumping up and attacking in parallel, but he didn't expect Wu Feng to attack and kill from below!

Deliberately revealing one's strategic intentions, this is the meaning. The true and the false make it impossible for Lingyou to distinguish between the true and the false.

The extremely sharp sword breath swallowed on the sword that pierced Lingyou's abdomen, causing Lingyou's lower abdomen to flow light blue body fluids, and the pain was incomparable, but he was completely unable to move.

With a thud, the dead Kodomon slowly fell, smashing up dust and rolling blood, which flowed on the ground before sinking into the ground, staining the ground red.

Wu Feng's long sword was still holding Lingyou high, pointing diagonally upwards towards the sky, just like a warrior carrying his own trophies. He leaped, still stepping on the body of the giant beast that had tumbled on its side.

When the beasts saw that Lingyou was pierced by Wu Feng, they quickly regained their senses, and they felt deep fear when they saw Wu Feng's bloody and surging posture with their heads held high.

With a terrifying wail, the beasts quickly dispersed, and after a cloud of dust and smoke, they disappeared without a trace.

In the field, only Wu Feng was left to pick up Lingyou's anger to the sky, and Zheng Zhihe, who was wheezing with injuries, and Tan Wangsong.

Suddenly, Lingyou's eyes flickered, but there was an indescribable anger.

Wu Feng's heart was slightly cold.

I saw two blue rays, like lightning streaking across the sky, spurting out from Lingyou's eyes!

Lingyou lost control of his body, so he controlled his head, filled his body fluids with demonic power, and shot out of his eyes, attacking and killing Wu Feng.

This is the way to self-injure the natal essence, but now that Lingyou is at stake, he can't take care of it so much

Wu Feng snorted, his left palm waved angrily, like cutting iron, and the palm wind exploded, like thunder rolling, rolling up the mighty wind.

"I was prepared. The trapped beast is still fighting, how can I not guard against your last move?" Wu Feng shouted.

As he spoke, his palm swept away, scattering the pillar of bodily fluids in the air, falling in the air and turning into a rain of flowers!

The bodily fluids fell on the body of the Kodo Beast, and many small pits were immediately scorched, but Wu Feng's palm was unharmed.

The body fluids spewed out by Lingyou were full of demonic power, not only hot as boiling, but also very corrosive, but when Wu Feng swept away, the true qi completely penetrated out, and used the gang qi to surround the palm to protect it, so the body fluid did not really come into contact with Wu Feng's palm.

In addition, the time of the impact was extremely short, but for a moment, there was no time for heat exchange, so Wu Feng's left hand was unharmed.

At this point, Lingyou has completely lost the ability to resist, and he is truly desperate.

Wu Feng slammed Lingyou off the long sword, and the dark blue body fluids flowed out of its body and splashed out, falling to the ground in dots.

I saw Lingyou screaming in pain, because of the loss of physical strength, he quickly returned to his original form, it was a huge butterfly, and its beautiful wings fell to the ground, stained with dirt and dust.

Wu Feng stepped forward quickly, grabbed Lingyou's beautiful wings suddenly, tore them off, clapped his hands, and got rid of the powder that stuck to his palms.

Lingyou was in pain and shouted in fright: "You...... What are you going to do?"

Although it has regained the shape of a butterfly, it is still able to speak.

Wu Feng turned to Zheng Zhi with a smile: "Zheng Zhi, did you bring the pot?"

Zheng Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I'm afraid the small pot can't hold ......"

Hearing this conversation, Lingyou finally understood what Wu Feng was thinking, and couldn't help but twist his head, his tentacles trembled, and he was terrified, and said, "No...... Don't eat me, butterflies don't taste good......"

He could not have imagined that he, as a dignified prince of the Gandhian tribe, would one day become food for human beings. It was an unspeakable shame, and he was completely powerless to resist.

Wu Feng said: "Then chop it up and fry it, the insects can't be skewered and roasted." ”

The criterion for judging the edible value of food is undoubtedly the deliciousness and nutritional level, and the other party will not give up eating it just because the other party is an intelligent being, except for the same kind.

And the demons who have achieved cultivation are full of spiritual energy in their bodies, which is undoubtedly much more delicious than ordinary animals.

If the demon clan coexists peacefully with humans and is kind to each other, then it can naturally be regarded as friends and equal existences, just as humans will love their pets and will not harm them. But if the demon is the enemy of humans, of course, it should be killed decisively.

The last time I killed the wolf thief and shot the eagle, it was in a hurry, so I abandoned its corpse. This time, Wu Feng intends to make full use of it and not waste it.

"I have eaten silkworm chrysalis, wrapped it in gray flour, put it in a pot of oil and rolled it, and the gods can't stand steadily. Wu Feng smiled, first ripped out the demon pill from Lingyou's body with a sword, and then ripped off its other pair of wings.

Lingyou still wanted to scream, but Wu Feng said lightly: "Noise." ”

Then with a sword, it cut off its head.

Wu Feng didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with Lingyou, and food had no right to speak.

I have eyes and tentacles on my head, and I look nauseous, so I don't eat it.

The rest of Lingyou's body looked like a giant sea cucumber.

It's really amazing, the little insects often look disgusting, but the long body of Lingyou looks similar to the body of a snake or a sea cucumber with its head cut off and skinned, and there is no discomfort in the senses.

Zheng Zhi said with a smile: "For this kind of demon who wants to slaughter the human race, the Five Organs Temple that is directly offered to us is indeed an excellent choice. ”

As he spoke, Zheng Zhi took off the big iron pot on his back. He doesn't like to eat dry food, he cooks by himself every time he goes out, and Wu Feng also knows it.

Wu Feng lifted Lingyou's body, put it in the river, disemboweled, and washed the mucus, and then placed it on a smooth boulder, the sword was like a swift wind and lightning, like cutting the tenderloin of a pig, cutting Lingyou's body into even sections.

If it was an ordinary little butterfly, if it was washed like this, there would be nothing left, but the body of Lingyou's original body was two meters long, washing away the unclean mucus, and there was still a lot of soft flesh left.

Although he can't cook, cutting vegetables is similar to cutting people, but Wu Feng still does it.

The principle of making this butterfly meat is similar to that of making silkworm chrysalis, several people first separate the body into several jars, add salt and marinate for half an hour.

Then a large iron pot was set up, and firewood was lit underneath, and the smoke was billowing for a while.

Zheng Zhi wrapped the butterfly meat into gray dough with the gray noodles he carried, heated the oil in the pot, and threw the fragments of Lingyou's body into the pot for frying.

As soon as the gray dough rolls in the oil pan, it immediately makes a sizzling sound, and the gray dough gradually turns from gray to golden.

In the iron pot, the oil layer undulates and spreads, and there are golden bubbles, like pearls, refracting the firelight, and there are colorful colors flowing, which is very beautiful.

"It smells so good. Wu Feng sniffed the aroma of butterfly meat through the gray surface and exclaimed.

The insect meat is similar to sea bass, there is no oil in the body, the taste is light, it is necessary to make a strong flavor, and the frying is just right.

The famous families of Middle-earth regard light as beautiful, and think that the craving for strong food is a manifestation of hillbillies, but people who like to eat strong flavors think that this group of people is just forcibly pretending, and what is the taste of dishes without salt and oil?

Zheng Zhi is a muscular man, of course, his craftsmanship is not very fine, but Lingyou's meat is very good, and when it is fried in a fierce fire, it is still fragrant, which makes the three of them sigh.

Feeling that the butterfly meat was almost fried, Zheng Zhi added vinegar and soy sauce, and then picked up the air-dried perilla leaves and added them, the fragrance became more and more intense, and the smoke under the pot was surging, as if he had arrived in a fairyland.

After a short while, Zheng Zhi borrowed Wu Feng's long sword and pulled out the red-hot coals to extinguish the fire.

Several people broke branches and washed them in the river, poked the meat and stuffed it into their mouths.

Wu Feng opened his mouth to chew, and the first thing in his mouth was the crunchy after the gray flour was fried, the sweetness of the seasoning, and then the softness of the butterfly meat.

Because it is salted thoroughly and fried so hard that it penetrates into the inside of the meat, the taste can be said to be pleasant, first spreading in the mouth and throat, and then penetrating through the top door to the heart.

The flesh of Lingyou is fresh and tender, and the aura is full of it, and under Wu Feng's chewing, it spreads out and spreads into the limbs, which is refreshing.

Wu Feng squinted his eyes, savoring the good taste of this delicacy.

"How's it going?" Zheng Zhi said with a smile.

"Chicken, crunchy. Wu Feng replied.

All three laughed.

"You can't have meat without wine. Tan Wangsong said: "I brought spirits, let's enjoy them together!"

Wu Feng was worried that his good wine was hidden in the Ruyi bag, but the Ruyi bag could not see the light, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw Tan Wangsong take out a few bottles of good Fenjiu from his backpack.

Wu Feng poured a cup and poured it into his mouth, and a line of fire burned in his throat: "Good meat and wine are the supreme beauty in the world." Come on, we've got this toast!"

Wu Feng, who has always been quiet, will also show his true temperament when he drinks wine and eats meat.

The three of them touched each other's wine glasses, making a sound like gold and stone, and each drank it all.

Zheng Zhidao: "In fact, to make full use of the spirituality of this monster meat, you also need to use warm wine to diffuse, the best effect." ”

Wu Feng said: "Fine wine and food, you have to eat heartily, if you make it like taking medicine, how small is the family? The delicacy comes first, and eating it late is torture. How can the men of the rivers and lakes be as squirming and pinching as those pampered and pampered children?"

Zheng Zhi high-fived and said: "That's right, killing demons and drinking, how enjoyable, where is there so much attention?"

Eating meat and drinking wine can arouse people's pride and enhance feelings the most. The so-called "wine and meat friend" was not originally derogatory, but it was only when there were more idle people in later generations that the word changed its taste.

Wu Feng had a bad relationship with the two before, and he only formed an alliance recently, but after eating a meal of butterfly meat together, he couldn't help but feel a lot more harmonious, as if he had really become a close friend.

Tan Wangsong's amount of wine was actually quite small, and he soon drank slightly red, and said: "If I can become a general in the future, I must attack more demon tribes that are enemies of human beings, not only do I not have to worry about the problem of military food, but the soldiers will fight hard one by one!"

Wu Feng poked another piece of butterfly meat and put it in his mouth, and his lips flashed with oil when he ate it: "Good idea, the most effective use of the loot - hahahaha......"

Several people laughed heartlessly together.