Ye Hongmei's face flushed slightly. She instinctively lowered her head and eyes, her ears as red as blood.
Xiao Chen paused, then slowly turned around.
Ye Hongmei hurriedly raised her head and looked at Ke Hei with a peculiar expression.
Understanding dawned on Xiao Chen, and he shifted his gaze toward Ke Hei.
"Miss Redbrow, what are you..."
Ke Hei's expression stiffened. He stared at Ye Hongmei, utterly bewildered.
What did she mean? Was she saying that noise had come from him?
"Little Black, what do you mean? Why are you looking at Miss Redbrow? What does this have to do with her?" Lao Six asked.
"Lao Six, fuck your ancestors, you..."
"All right, Little Black. We aren't immortals or sages. An empty stomach is inevitable!" Xiao Chen consoled him.
Ke Hei: "..."
Cultivators could absorb spiritual energy and draw upon the essence of the sun and moon. To a certain extent, they depended less on ordinary grain than common people did.
Yet until they became Great Emperors, none could dine on rosy clouds and drink the night dew, shedding all mortal needs.
Martial Kings could merely endure hunger longer than ordinary people; they could not dispense with food altogether.
Originally, fresh ingredients had been lying right beside them, enough for a meal of flame-roasted demon pig.
Demons contained savage, baleful energy. If mortals ate their flesh without purifying it first, their bodies would burst, killing them.
Cultivators had tough bodies and King Source Energy to protect them, so eating a little demon meat posed no great problem.
Setting aside its savage energy, demon pig meat was delicious and pleasantly chewy.
However, these demons mostly fed on humans. Xiao Chen and his two companions immediately lost their appetites and refused to eat them.
In the end, Lao Six caught a