"Why did you kill chickens today?"

Yin, who returned home, looked at the ruined thing who was busy on the stove at home with no sadness or joy, and asked calmly, if nothing else, she just wanted to hear what reason this bastard boy could find to kill chickens.

"Mother, you're back."

Looking at the Yin family, who had been forced to get used to his nonsense, Feng Qing'an was a little embarrassed, but he still explained,

"It's not that I have to kill, it's that this chicken has heat stroke, I see that it is pitiful, so I put it in the water to relieve the heat, but after soaking, I found that the chicken suddenly ran out of gas, so I could only endure the pain and help it one last time."

"I see!"

Yin nodded calmly.

Half a month ago, if she heard such nonsense, of course she would have picked up the stick without saying a word, let this muddy boy have a long memory, and let him know the fate of nonsense.

But now, I'm tired and don't want to fight, so let this kid go!

The old man was right that day, with the current situation of their family, there is no shortage of chickens and ducks, and it just so happens that this kid is about to grow up, so he should make up for it.

"You're not hitting me anymore?"

This is obviously different from the previous Yin family, Feng Qing'an felt a little unaccustomed, during this time, he tried his best, trying to find an opportunity to practice the "Spirit Alchemy Technique".

However, there is a price to be paid for all practice.

For example, those chickens and ducks who have been reincarnated, and his butt that will swell from time to time, and it is all worth it.

"If I beat you, will you give up the chickens and ducks that plagued me?"

Yin asked tiredly.

"Ugh!"

"I want to hear the truth!"

"No!"

This time, Feng Qing'an didn't lie, although this time he has made great progress, but it has not yet met the requirements, and after he has completed the spirit introduction, the chickens and ducks he chose as the target are still alive, and that is considered a success.

"I'm not afraid to beat and beat, it doesn't matter if I scold, what else can I do with you?"

Yin sighed and shook his head,

"If you like it, you can go as you like, it's a good thing to learn to cook, and you won't be hungry anywhere!"

"Is that all right?!"

Feng Qing'an was quite uncomfortable, he was ready to run away, and even the escape route was planned, there was more than one, and three hiding places were prepared, but all of them were useless.

"Alas!"

The half-grown child sighed angrily, quite a little miraculous, but there was no loneliness in the world for the opponent's master.

However, soon the fragrance of chicken soup wafted in, Feng Qing'an instantly broke the gong, and hurriedly fiddled with it, not to mention anything else, the level of his cooking soup in the past few months has indeed risen.

After all, the chickens and ducks who were killed by his scourge did not waste any minced meat left, it was all meat.

The days that followed were much calmer, and the Yin family chased her to kill chickens and ducks every once in a while, and the people of Shili Fengjiagang could no longer see it.

It's not because Qing Anlang, who threatened to be in the yamen, corrected it, but his mother saw it.

It's not just that the villagers feel a lot less fun, but Feng Qing'an himself feels a little bored, but boredom is boring, and the process of killing chickens and ducks still has to avoid his father's mother, but they can't let them see it.

Because in the eyes of others, he was holding a chicken or duck, his eyes were slightly closed, and it didn't take long for the chicken and duck in his hand to suddenly burst open, or die violently, and there was no sound.

This scene, no matter how weird it looks, it is possible to put the name of any evil demon on him, he doesn't want to be caught in the official mansion to eat a big board, it is not comparable to the broom in his mother's hand.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the height of summer.

The sun is scorching, the heat is rising, Feng Qing'an, who is hiding at home to escape the heat, stares at his room, pacing slowly and slowly with a big rooster with a little joy on his face.

This is a particularly handsome colorful rooster, the corolla is red like fire, the wings are bright and bright, the neck and back, bright yellow feathers, bright color, the towering indigo tail is not even a variegated feather, the five colors are distinct, making this big rooster appear gorgeous and mighty.

"Come here!"

Feng Qing'an beckoned at the big rooster, as early as half a month ago, he had successfully let some chickens and ducks survive under his claws, but even so, he did not rashly cast it on the little black man, but patiently observed the changes of those chickens and ducks who had successfully absorbed the aura with his help.

And the big rooster in front of him is the most changed and the most conspicuous among them, and this feather is really attractive to the eye.

"Giggles!"

The big rooster clucked and clucked, ignoring Feng Qing'an's actions.

"Don't you understand, it seems that there is no obvious improvement in intelligence!"

Feng Qing'an doesn't think that a creature with a certain amount of intelligence will refuse to be reborn a second time after enjoying the benefits of rebirth, it seems that the main manifestation of this chicken's absorption of aura is that the feathers and head are still there.

"Montenegro! Get this chicken out! ”

Seeing that the big rooster he had chosen as the target for observation did not have any performance that amazed him, Feng Qing'an commanded casually.

As soon as his words fell, at his feet, a puppy with black and gray hair rushed out and barked at the rooster.

Being so stunned by a puppy that was only more than two months old, the rooster that was originally majestic and high-spirited, as if it was patrolling its territory, suddenly flapped its wings in panic, and after running a few steps quickly, it actually flew into the air and escaped from Feng Qing'an's room to the yard.

"Well done! Montenegro! ”

Feng Qing'an shouted the name he gave to the puppy, which he had re-chosen after he was able to refine the blood of the poultry with great skill.

It's always called a little black man, and it's not like a word, he just barks on it, in case this little wolf dog is trained by him to become a generation of big demons, and even the demon king, tell the other demons their names, introduce themselves, and say that they are called little blacks, so wouldn't it make other demons laugh off their big teeth?

Therefore, after thinking about it for a quarter of an hour, Feng Qing'an took Hei as his surname and named it Shan.

There is no other meaning, according to his understanding of the demon from the story, the monster seems to be good at brute strength, and the strong are respected. Feng Qing'an hopes that the little wolf dog he raised will have a majestic and tall body like a mountain in the future.

"Wang!"

The puppy wagged its tail and ran over, even if it hadn't received a spiritual refining blood, but when Feng Qing'an named it, it quickly realized that it was its name.

"I've been preparing for so long, and I can finally refine your blood!"

Feng Qing'an picked up the puppy, and in two months, Montenegro's weight doubled, and he felt a little difficult to pick it up, but fortunately, the little guy was very cooperative.