Haotian Realm is not a fairyland that only belongs to the human race.
Demon Race, which evolved from Demon Beast, is not weaker than the human race in terms of quantity or power.
In terms of the territory it occupies, it even exceeds that by a lot!
For example, Manglong Mountain Range, which stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, is strictly the territory of Demon Race.
Therefore, even in the peripheral area, it is normal to encounter Demon Race.
It's just that the human form transformed by Demon Race is almost perfect, and even the aura revealed has no flaws. It is impossible for an ordinary monk to see through it.
However, Wang Chen is not an ordinary Purple Mansion.
His Physique has reached the level of the golden elixir, and his Divine Soul attributes far exceed those of his peers. With the help of the new elixir, his perception is extremely keen.
When the other party first came in, Wang Chen didn't notice it immediately.
But when he smelled the aroma of barbecue and swallowed saliva subconsciously, Wang Chen discovered the clues.
How should I put it, the fox's tail is exposed!
When Demon Race asked curiously, Wang Chen smiled and said, "I guessed."
That Demon Race was speechless.
After a moment, it said slowly, "I like cooked food."
Wang Chen nodded. "That's it."
Just now he asked the other party whether he likes raw food or blood food the most. This is very particular.
Raw food is eaten after killing the prey and bleeding it, while blood food is swallowed directly - full blood is best.
Two different eating methods represent the two major factions of Demon Race!
As for cooked food, it is a niche alternative.
This Demon Race, who likes cooked food, has never shown any hostility towards Wang Chen from beginning to end. Coupled with its shape and aura, it is obviously very close to the human race.
That is Demon Race, the alternative among alternatives!
Wang Chen asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I just drugged the barbecue?"
For many monks, no matter what kind of Demon Race they are, they are enemies and materials. Unless they cannot be defeated, they cannot be let go.
The relationship between Demon Race and the human race has been extremely tense since ancient times.
"You wouldn't do that."
That Demon Race looked at Wang Chen, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. "There is no Blood Baleful Qi in you, and there is no resentment or evil in you. You are a person who upholds the right path."
"Uh..."
Since traveling through the Mountain Sea Realm and then to the Haotian Realm, this is the first time Wang Chen has heard someone say that he is a righteous monk.
And this "person" is actually a demon.
He felt quite emotional in his heart and said, "Righteous monks also regard demons as their enemies."
For the monks of the Haotian Realm, killing Demon Race is not only driven by profit, but also a choice of camp.
On the side of the human race, it is just to deal with Demon Race!
"I know."
Then Demon Race smiled and said, "So you are a good person."
Wang Chen shook his head. "Good people don't live long!"
He did not continue the topic, "We are destined to meet each other, and there is no distinction between evil spirits. Since you like to eat cooked food, I will make you a beggar's chicken. I guarantee you will like it."
"Beggars chicken?"
Demon Race suddenly showed an expectant look. "It's a very interesting name."
Wang Chen took out two slaughtered and peeled Three-Colored Brocade Chicken from Sumeru Ring, as well as dried lotus leaves and yellow mud.
Three-Colored Brocade Chicken is a very delicious spiritual chicken. Many people raise it in the farms around Yongle Immortal City. Because Wang Chen likes delicacies, he bought some and stored them in Sumeru Ring.
A large part of the space of his Sumeru Ring is used to store food ingredients and daily necessities.
Don't feel bad about yourself when you go out.
The golden pheasant was already pickled. He first wrapped it tightly in lotus leaves, tied it with thin and tough straw ropes, and finally wrapped it in thick yellow mud and stuffed it into a bonfire for roasting.
Demon Race watched Wang Chen beggar chicken with great interest, and moved his seat to the opposite side of Wang Chen.
Wang Chen did not feel threatened. After cleaning the yellow mud on his hands, he poured the other party a cup of Spiritual Tea: "Drink some tea. This beggar's chicken will take a while to cook."
Normally it takes an hour or two, but Wang Chen threw a few spiritual trees into the campfire, and the time will be greatly shortened.
"Thank you."
Demon Race took Spiritual Tea gracefully and grinned at Wang Chen.
Its teeth are snow-white, and its canine teeth on the left and right are pointed. It actually looks quite cute!
The deserted house is empty and cold, and it would be nice to have someone or a demon to chat with.
Wang Chen took a sip of tea and said, "My name is Wang Chen, from Yongle Immortal City."
Then Demon Race hesitated and replied, "Hu Jiao, from Green Hill."
Wang Chen almost spit out a mouthful of tea.
Although he had already guessed that the other party was from the fox clan in Demon Race, he did not expect that this person was actually from Green Hill.
Green Hill is the holy land of the fox clan, and being from Green Hill is equivalent to being from Capital City.
Belongs to Heavenly Dragon people, Heavenly Dragon foxes!
Wang Chen put down the tea cup and saluted. "Disrespectful."
Hu Jiao rolled his eyes at Wang Chen, and then sighed faintly, "You don't understand..."
Wang Chen feels that there is something wrong with this fox.
So does he.
However, after opening up the conversation, the relationship between one person and one demon has undoubtedly become closer. Hu Jiao is quite curious about the origin of Wang Chen, and Wang Chen also wants to know something about Demon Race, so the two parties have a quite pleasant exchange.
But as time went by, a strange aroma wafted out from the bonfire, which made Hu Jiao, who smelled it, start to feel restless, and almost showed his tail and shook it from side to side.
Three-Colored Brocade Chicken itself is a very good ingredient, and the sauce used to pickle Wang Chen is specially prepared. Under the roasting of the spirit wood, the fragrance diffused will definitely make people salivate.
Wang Chen had eaten it before, but it was fine. This Green Hill Fox seemed to have been pinched. He was absent-minded when talking to Wang Chen, and a pair of dark eyeballs floated straight to the bonfire.
Wang Chen It's funny. "Just wait for one more stick of incense and that'll be it."
Hu Jiao swallowed subconsciously. "It's okay, I can wait."
A faint blush suddenly appeared on its face.
It actually showed a bit of charm.
Wang Chen happened to see it, and couldn't help but feel shaken, and then looked away calmly.
Neither he nor Hu Jiao spoke anymore.
The atmosphere in the room became strange.
It wasn't until Three-Colored Brocade Chicken's fragrance reached its peak that Wang Chen reached out and took out the beggar's chicken from the bonfire.
Not afraid of the high temperature on the surface, he pushed aside the thick and hard mud shell and handed the whole roast chicken to Hu Jiao along with the lotus leaf bun.
"Taste it."
Hu Jiao is not polite. "Thank you."
It couldn't wait to uncover the lotus leaf that had been soaked in oil, and the golden-skinned fat chicken inside was immediately revealed.
The rich and incomparable fragrance hits your nostrils.
The expression on this Green Hill Fox is really beyond words!
Wang Chen made two of the same beggar's chickens and kept one for himself, and soon he and Hu Jiao started feasting on it.
Halfway through eating, Hu Jiao suddenly took out a purple gourd from his storage bag.
It unscrewed the cork and took a sip.
Then he hesitated for a moment and handed the gourd to Wang Chen: "Drink some too."
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