"Wow, Sister Lingmai, do you still have a shithole? Please, throw me in, even if you beat me to death, I won't come out!" Qin Lang's eyes lit up, and he jumped up with excitement.
"Ugh..." The white tail suddenly raised and became hard.
This frightened Qin Lang. He rushed up, patted his white tail, and shouted: "Sister Lingmai, what's wrong with you?"
This was Qin Lang's first time touching the white tail. It felt very soft, and the white fur was very slippery and smooth, making Qin Lang feel like he was pressing his face against it. If there was such a bed, then
More perfect.
"You are more shameless than those old bastards and little bastards, you are just a weirdo!" White Tails remained motionless, obviously seriously injured.
"Hey, sister Lingmai, when are you going to cook this and that?" Qin Lang scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Let's start the pot, let's start the pot, it's all yours, it's all yours..." the white tail said blankly, and then swept the tip of its tail, a layer of mist suddenly appeared from the edge of the pot, it was like opening it
Just like the pot lid.
"Wow, you lie down for a while!" Qin Lang jumped up. He had been thinking about that handsome man's meat for a long time. He originally thought he only had one leg, but he didn't expect that after the white tail was stimulated, he would give him the whole wolf.
Okay, now you can make a lot of money.
Qin Lang couldn't wait to turn over the black pot. He couldn't help but put his head in, and a claw stuck out of his throat. However, the food in the black pot made Qin Lang suddenly roll his eyes.
"Why, such a small one?" Qin Lang reached out and grabbed the cooked demon handsome man.
How could this cooked beast be an eighth-level monster? It was about the size of a roasted suckling pig. No, calling it a suckling pig was an exaggeration. To be precise, it was like a roasted suckling pigeon.
Yes, it is about the size of a squab, but its color is very bright. The skin is roasted golden, like amber, and glows with golden oil, making it look very appetizing.
"Wow, I'm drooling." Qin Lang drooled, turned his head and said to the white tail: "You really gave all of this to me?"
"Here you go, stop talking to me, I don't want to hear your voice." White Tails was still lying on the ground motionless.
"Then I'll start!" Qin Lang said cheerfully, opened his big mouth, and bit off half of it in one bite.
"Wow, it's so fragrant. It seems that the condiments I added have worked. It's so fragrant. It's even more delicious than the squab roasted by the royal chef in the palace." Qin Lang ate the meat with a big mouthful, and the oil and water were smooth.
The corner of his mouth fell down, and there was still a piece of fat hanging on his lip.
Before he could swallow the meat in his mouth, Qin Lang took another hard bite. His mouth bulged, and he muttered incoherently: "Woo, it's so... so... good... Wow, if...
·If you have a little... good wine..., it will be perfect... Wow..."
The white tail was slightly raised. Looking at Qin Lang devouring the food, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he raised it again.
After a long while, Qin Lang finally swallowed the last piece of meat and licked every drop of oil and water on his fingers.
"Ah uh!" Qin Lang let out a long belch, shook his head, and rolled his eyes: "It's so good. If I could eat like this every day, I would die in peace."
"Bitch, do you think this is really roasted pigeon? This is an eighth-level monster!" Dong Ling looked at Qin Lang who was devouring his food, and his saliva almost dripped to the ground. Although he never eats, looking at it
Qin Lang ate so deliciously that he was also infected.
"When I get good at it, I will catch an eighth-level monster and roast it every day. But..." Qin Lang glanced at the hard white tail on the ground with his eyes crooked, and said flatteringly: "Sister Lingmai
, can you lend me this pot of yours?"
"Okay, come on, come on, give me some more seasoning, I'll throw you in and cook, it should taste good!" The white tail twitched slightly and said to Qin Lang.
"Don't, don't, sister Lingmai. After all, we have experienced the crisis of life and death together. Besides, I never take a shower, and I have been soaking in your feces and urine for three years, three years! What is that?
Concept, smell it, I smell like your feces and urine!" Qin Lang said, then stretched out his hand towards the white tail.
"Don't touch me, you disgusting bitch!" White Tail jumped up instantly as if it had been stepped on, and fled far away. He shouted angrily at Qin Lang three feet away from Qin Lang.
: "Stay three feet away from me from now on! Otherwise I will cook you and feed you to the dogs!"
"Hehe..." Qin Lang laughed bitterly and touched his belly, but he was a little confused. Didn't he say that the flesh and blood of an eighth-level monster is equivalent to a low-level elixir? How come I, a demon commander, didn't react at all after eating it?
None?
Seemingly sensing Qin Lang's doubts, he flapped his white tail and shouted: "Do you think the flesh and blood of an eighth-level monster is so easy to digest? When you finish digesting it, you will feel the benefits. Really, my mother.
You worked so hard to cook this dead wolf, but you, bitch, got the advantage."
"Hey, Sister Lingmai is so nice." Qin Lang laughed dryly, and suddenly found that his body had risen into the air involuntarily.
"What, what's going on? Why am I flying? Am I poisoned? Am I going to ascend to heaven?" Qin Lang's limbs danced crazily, he bared his teeth and claws, and shouted in horror.
"What the hell, the Valley of Refining Gods is about to be closed. All the disciples in the Valley of Refining Gods have to go out. Alas, I won't have fun anymore." The white tail fluttered slightly, and he said with some disappointment.
"Ah? Are you leaving now? I don't want to leave. Sister Lingmai, please stay here. I haven't gone to your shit pit yet, so I don't want to leave." Qin Lang shouted, "It's a pity." He really wanted to beat him to death.
I don’t want to leave either.
"Bitch, don't worry, I will stuff all the dumplings I pulled out into your mouth." White Tail threatened fiercely. What she didn't know was that her threats sounded like the sound of nature to Qin Lang.
The sound is average.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Sister Lingmai, I'm leaving. Remember to come find me." Qin Lang's body rose uncontrollably toward the sky, and soon flew out of the pit toward the outside of the Valley of Refining Gods.
Fly away.
Looking around, many figures rose from the ground. The Valley of Refining Gods was about to close. All the disciples of the Qinghai Sect who participated in the trials of the Valley of Refining Gods were wrapped in a powerful force and sent out of the Valley of Refining Gods.
Outside the Valley of Refining Gods, countless pairs of eyes stared at the Valley of Refining Gods, waiting for the last figure to appear.
Whoosh!
Everyone exclaimed, and the first figure was sent out of the Valley of Refining Gods. Then, one figure after another was sent out of the Valley of Refining Gods. The crowd outside the Valley of Refining Gods screamed in surprise, and they were also silently calculating in their hearts.
How many people can survive this trial in the God Refining Valley?