Qin Feng secretly decided in his heart that he had to tease this little guy. [138 Reading Books
After so many days, he didn't even have a person to talk, and he would kill monsters every day. To be honest, he was really a little tired of it.
Now that Qin Feng finally caught such a fun little guy, he couldn't help but feel childlike.
He pretended not to see the little flying tiger, and he was still concentrating on fiddling with the fire, summoned the fireball technique to light the bonfire, then took out a large pheasant and came to the river to wash it, one layer on the left and the other layer on the right. The picked ingredients are brushed.
After all the preparations were finished, I glanced at Xiao Feihu as if nothing had happened, and saw that the little guy had put away his wings and squatted on the ground exactly like yesterday, with a pair of bright colors hanging on his fat little face. His big eyes shining brightly, he stared at the pheasant in Qin Feng's hand.
Little bastard, just look at it! Don’t blame me if you can’t pull it out when you see it! Today I won’t even give you a bone!
Qin Feng grilled the pheasant in an orderly manner and hummed a song, feeling very good.
Not long after, the pheasant was roasted. Qin Feng took it off the fire. After a while, he held the pheasant in his left hand, and then tore a chicken leg with his right hand. He took it down in an exaggerated way and pretended to be He looked intoxicated.
"It smells so good! I'll get oil all over my mouth when I bite it!"
Xiao Feihu glanced at the pheasant in Qin Feng's hand, swallowed his saliva with his little mouth, and looked at Qin Feng pitifully, looking very cute and innocent, making Qin Feng feel bleak.
"Look! I won't give you food if I see it anymore, I'll greed for you!" Qin Feng cursed with a smile. In order to stimulate Xiao Feihu closer, he pretended to close his eyes and pretended to be careful to savor it.
But……
Just as he closed his eyes, the little flying tiger turned into a white light and flew straight towards the pheasant in his hand. Then, Qin Feng felt that his hand was loose and opened his eyes again, the pheasant was gone. ...
Well, what happened?
The confused Qin Feng didn't know what was going on, but he just looked at his left hand with a puzzled look on his face. Then he looked at the little flying tiger holding a pheasant in the air, and then realized what was going on!
Damn! You dare to steal my pheasant! It's so outrageous!
Qin Feng was furious and was about to catch up when he saw the little flying tiger holding a pheasant that was several times bigger than it, flew up stupidly and flew to a place where Qin Feng could not reach it at all.
Qin Feng set up the Fengxiang Technique and his body also soared into the air, but the Fengxiang Technique can only last for a moment, and it is not flying high enough, so it can't be compared with a small flying tiger with a pair of wings.
I saw Xiao Feihu sticking out his small round butt, flying higher and higher, about ten meters away from Qin Feng, and then stopped, and kept flapping a pair of flesh wings, making its body stay. In the air.
Qin Feng landed helplessly on the ground, looked up at Xiao Feihu, and felt no regrets in his heart.
Let you be so stinky! Let you show off! Let these be, the pheasant was stolen!
Alas! I was really careless. Unexpectedly, I closed my eyes and the pheasant in my hand came to the other party's hand. Originally, Qin Feng didn't feel very hungry, but when the pheasant was baked, he had gradually become I lost my appetite. But now, my saliva has flowed a lot, but the pheasant is gone. If you say that he is not depressed, it is definitely a lie.
Poor Qin Feng swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and used water magic to extinguish the fire. There was no way, the sky was almost dark, the fire must be extinguished. In this mountain of dangerous monsters around, it is absolutely necessary to create a fire at night. An extremely dangerous thing.
After extinguishing the fire, Qin Feng smashed his mouth twice and sat on the ground in depression.
Talk!!!
A slight voice came, and Qin Feng looked up and said, "It doesn't matter, and he almost pissed him to death."
I saw the little flying tiger snatching the pheasant and landing on a thick tree trunk. He put the pheasant on it, biting the chicken bit by bit. It looks so happy and joyful!
If this were the case alone, Qin Feng wouldn't be so angry. The key is that this little guy slaps his lips and looks at Qin Feng very proudly.
What made him even more angry was still behind. The little guy found that Qin Feng was looking at him and was even more proud. He actually imitated Qin Feng's previous appearance and bit the pheasant hard, then bulged his mouth with an intoxicated look on his face. He closed his eyes and shook his little head with great pride.
Damn! This little bastard actually dares to learn from me!