"What did you say, you are Jian?"
Shang Yang stared blankly at the talking monkey, his eyes filled with disbelief.
She had heard about the name of Jian, the legendary king of beasts, from people in her tribe before.
In those ancient times, if Jian had not led all living beings, all living beings in the wild would have been slaughtered by ferocious beasts.
"Have you heard my name?"
Looking at Shang Yang, Huan's eyes showed a hint of curiosity.
Shang Yang's eyes narrowed and he nodded slightly.
Although it is true that Jian led all beings to defeat the ferocious beast, the reputation of Jian is actually not very good.
Legend has it that Jian is extremely greedy, and many creatures in the ancient world have been poisoned by Jian, including the dragon and phoenix tribes.
"Hey, right? You should be attracted by the hot pot I made. How about it? Are you interested in trying it?"
When he came back to his senses, he felt something was wrong with Shang Yang's face, and Wang Ping said carelessly.
Isn't this Huan now at the peak level of Da Luo? Why is Shang Yang, a quasi-sage, afraid of him?
Little does Wang Ping know that this is a fear that remains in his blood and cannot be controlled by Shang Yang.
"Hot pot, that pot?"
Huan was stunned for a moment, but his attention was immediately diverted by Wang Ping.
Wang Ping smiled and said: "Yes, I ordered them to make it. It tastes very good. I know you will like it. Come on, come and eat together."
As he spoke, Wang Ping took Shang Yang and flew over with him.
Seeing that Wang Ping had brought this guy over, the demon soldiers smiled and asked curiously who it was.
Wang Ping explained, but most demon soldiers didn't know about Jian.
Without further explanation, Wang Ping pulled out a large piece of meat from the pot.
At this time, Jian has turned into a human form, a man with a cruel look on his face who is not easy to get along with.
"Come on, Brother Jian, try it and keep it. Once you taste it, you will feel that everything you ate before is bullshit."
Wang Ping didn't care about Jian's appearance and was quite confident, so he followed the example of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.
I have to say that if we talk to each other as brothers, we can definitely get closer to each other instantly.
Huan, who couldn't wait any longer, took a bite and took a bite. The next moment, Huan's eyes widened.
After being stunned for a while, Hu wolfed down the meat.
There was a look of satisfaction on his face, and he took a long breath, licked his lips and said: "Delicious, really delicious, rare delicious food in the world, you are right, everything I ate before was bullshit."
"Dragon liver and phoenix marrow, dragon brain and phoenix claws, etc. are all rubbish. They are not as delicious as this piece of meat. If I feel right, this should be just ordinary demon beef, right?"
Wang Ping was speechless. Is it necessary to be so exaggerated? Brother Ping made me feel embarrassed.
It's not dragon liver and phoenix marrow, dragon brain and phoenix claws or other rubbish, it's because you guys eat them raw!
If you get it and let Brother Ping and I process it, the taste will definitely be delicious.
"Haha, yes, it's beef. Brother Jian can eat it if he likes it. The ingredients are not enough. I'll ask everyone to grab some more."
Wang Ping didn't show his thoughts in his heart, and replied with a smile.
What he was waiting for was Wang Ping's words. He couldn't wait and picked up the beef from the pot.
Wang Ping also sucked out two pieces and gave one to Shang Yang.
"Don't be afraid, Brother Zhatian is here, and besides, you are very strong."
Looking at Shang Yang who looked a little pale, Wang Ping comforted him.
Knowing that it was Jian, Shang Yang's condition has not been very good.
Hearing Wang Ping speak at this moment, Shang Yang took a deep breath, and then a smile appeared on his face.
Yes, she is a quasi-sage and one of the famous twelve demon saints in the Demon Court. What is she afraid of a peak Da Luo?
Even if the opponent is a famous and ferocious person from ancient times, that is all in the past tense, and his current strength is not as good as hers.
Seeing that Shang Yang had eliminated his psychological fear and was eating happily, Wang Ping had a smile on his face.
His eyes turned to the chicken that was sucking it out of the pot randomly, whether it was raw or cooked, and Wang Ping was speechless for a while.
"Well, Brother Jian, you should keep an eye on it. Some of the meat is undercooked and the taste will be a bit off. Look for the ones that are cooked."
After being stunned for a moment, Huan scratched his head and said, "No wonder it tastes different. It turns out it's not ripe, haha, but even if it's not ripe, it's still delicious."
Wang Ping smiled politely and said nothing.
He invited Jian to eat hot pot just to complete the system task.
But now it seems that Huan's character is quite good.
Just thinking of those things he had heard, Wang Ping knew that what he saw was not everything about Jian.
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained a Ruyi Snow Lotus."
The voice of the system in his mind came and issued a reward to Wang Ping.
A faint smile appeared on his face. This time, Wang Ping was not in a hurry to take it out and left it in the system space.
From dawn to dusk, this super hot pot feast stopped.
Everyone was so carried away with eating that they even drank the soup in the pot.
After finishing the hot pot, it was naturally time for Wang Ping to collect blood.
The first person Wang Ping approached was Shang Yang.
"Um, Miss Shang Yang, I have something to discuss with you."
Looking at Shang Yang, Wang Ping said.
Shang Yang was stunned for a moment and was curious: "Brother Zha Tian, tell me what happened. Why have you become so coquettish?"
The blood of cultivators is different from the blood of ordinary people.
For practitioners, every drop of blood is part of their strength.
Losing some spiritual blood meant that they lost part of their strength, which was why Wang Ping hesitated to speak.
Otherwise, he can speak casually and others will not refuse.
"That's right, I need some spiritual blood from you."
Looking at Shang Yang, Wang Ping finally spoke and said, sooner or later he would have to say it.
Shang Yang was stunned for a moment and nodded: "What did I think it was? I'll give it to you as much as you want."
Unexpectedly, Shang Yang agreed so readily. Wang Ping was a little surprised for a moment.
After coming back to his senses, Wang Ping took a deep breath and said, "Not much, a little is enough."
As he spoke, Wang Ping took out a blood bottle he had specially prepared.
Wang Ping prepared more than 10,000 similar bottles.
"Brother Zha Tian taught me the beauty of life, and he also made delicious food for me every day. It's just some blood. I can make up for it after practicing for a while."
Shang Yang said with a smile as he cut his wrist to bleed.
Wang Ping's eyes flickered, a little complicated. He infiltrated into the demon clan just for system tasks and spiritual blood.
He didn't want to get too involved in the affairs of the demon clan, lest he get involved too much and the lich would be unable to escape the catastrophe.
But now Wang Ping discovered that after sneaking in, it was not that easy or impossible to stay out of the incident.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he will always establish various connections with everyone, forming deep and shallow bonds.
Now, at least Wang Ping could not let go of Shang Yang easily.
With a sigh in his heart, Wang Ping could only decide to find a way to save Shang Yang when the Lich disaster comes.
With his ability, he could still save some people.
If the strength is strong enough by then, it won't be a problem to save more. It will depend on the specific situation at that time.
At this moment, Wang Ping's mentality had quietly changed a bit compared to when he first entered the Demon Court.
