[69 Book Bar-www.] Qin Feng secretly decided in his heart that he had to tease this little guy.
After so many days, he didn't even have anyone to talk to. He was killing monsters every day. To be honest, he was really getting tired of it.
Now that he finally caught such a fun little guy, Qin Feng couldn't help but become more childlike.
He pretended not to see the little flying tiger, still concentrating on playing with the fire, summoning the fireball technique to light the bonfire, and then took out a large pheasant, came to the river and washed it, one layer on the left and one on the right.
The ingredients picked on the brush.
After all the preparations were done, I glanced at the little flying tiger as if nothing had happened, and saw that the little guy had folded his wings and was squatting on the ground exactly like yesterday, with a pair of bright eyes on his plump little face.
His big shining eyes looked straight at the pheasant in Qin Feng's hand.
Little bastard, just watch! Don’t blame me if you see something in your eyes that you can’t pull out! I won’t even give you a bone today!
Qin Feng roasted the pheasant in an orderly manner and hummed a song, feeling very good.
It didn't take long for the pheasant to be roasted. Qin Feng took it off the fire and let it cool for a moment. He held the pheasant in his left hand, then tore off a chicken leg with his right hand and tried to eat it in one exaggerated bite, pretending.
His face was full of intoxication.
"It tastes so good! When you bite it, your mouth will be filled with oil!"
Xiao Feihu glanced at the pheasant in Qin Feng's hand, swallowed his saliva, and then looked at Qin Feng pitifully. He looked so cute and innocent, which made Qin Feng feel uncomfortable.
"Look! I won't feed you any more, I'm so greedy for you!" Qin Feng scolded with a smile. In order to further stimulate Xiao Feihu, he pretended to be intoxicated and closed his eyes, pretending to reflect carefully.
But……
The moment 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 his hand loosen. When he opened his eyes again, the pheasant was gone.
…
Um, what happened?
The confused Qin Feng didn't know what happened. He just looked at his empty left hand with a puzzled look. Then he looked at the little flying tiger holding a pheasant in the air and gnawing wildly, and then he realized what had happened!
Damn it! You little bastard, how dare you steal my pheasant! This is so unreasonable!
Qin Feng was furious, and just as he was about to catch up, he saw the little flying tiger, holding a pheasant that was several times bigger than it, and flew up clumsily to a place that Qin Feng couldn't reach.
Qin Feng set up the Phoenix Flying Technique and his body rose into the air. However, the Phoenix Flying Technique could only hold up for a moment, and the flight was not high enough. It was not comparable to that of a little flying tiger with a pair of wings.
I saw the little flying tiger sticking out its small round butt, flying higher and higher, until it was about ten meters away from Qin Feng. Then it stopped, and kept fluttering a pair of fleshy wings, making its body stay
In mid-air.
Qin Feng fell to the ground helplessly and looked up at Xiao Feihu, forgetting to mention the regret in his heart.
It makes you stink! It makes you show off! These are done, the pheasant has been stolen!
Hey! I was really careless. I didn’t expect that just by closing my eyes, the pheasant in my hand fell into the other person’s hand. Qin Feng didn’t feel very hungry at first, but when the pheasant was roasted, he gradually became more hungry.
He has lost his appetite. But now, he is drooling a lot, but the pheasant is gone. To say that he is not depressed would be a lie.
Poor Qin Feng swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and extinguished the fire with water magic in great depression. There was no way, it was almost dark, and the fire had to be extinguished. In the dangerous Warcraft Mountains, it was absolutely impossible to light a fire at night.
An extremely dangerous thing.
After extinguishing the fire, Qin Feng smashed his mouth twice and sat on the ground depressedly.
Bah, bah, bah!!!!
A faint voice came, and Qin Feng looked up. It didn't matter, it almost made him angry to death.
I saw the little flying tiger who had snatched the pheasant landed on a thick tree trunk, put the pheasant on it, and was biting the chicken bit by bit. He looked as happy as he could!
If that were the case, Qin Feng wouldn't be so angry. The key is that this little guy clicked his lips after taking a bite and looked at Qin Feng very proudly.
What made him even more angry was the little guy who found Qin Feng looking at him. He was even more proud. He actually imitated Qin Feng's previous behavior and bit the pheasant fiercely, then puffed out his mouth with an intoxicated look on his face.
He closed his eyes and shook his little head with great pride.
Holy shit! This little bastard actually dares to imitate me!