Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 163 Good boy

After careful consideration by the chief chef, he finally decided to send September, the general of the imperial kitchen, to fight against the super white-feathered chicken from the universe. After all, rationally speaking, it is better to invite the company's VIPs to eat fox fur than to invite them to eat air. Moreover, as long as the dishes are checked more carefully when serving, the risks can be minimized.

The steward of the imperial kitchen was really at a loss. He was just a cook and didn't want to face that terrifying cosmic creature again.

Obviously, this white-feathered chicken from the universe has a different opinion on who should be on the table. If the chefs in the imperial kitchen had not practiced magical skills from generation to generation, it might not be him who was carried up, but only the kitchen knife in his hand.

Jiu Yue went downstairs, and the chefs from the imperial kitchen followed her, but they only dared to watch from a distance.

This delicate young lady looks like a noble in the court. Is it okay?
If Jiu Yue hadn't been accompanied by Duan Mingyuan, who looked like a good fighter and was suspected to be a bodyguard, they would never have dared to let Jiu Yue go.

If there is no food by then and this beautiful little fox demon is eaten by a chicken, they will not be able to bear the blame if the higher-ups blame them.

Following everyone downstairs, Duan Mingyuan also gained some knowledge.

According to the assistant chef of the Chamber of Commerce, chickens from the universe are divided into different levels. For example, the hunting level of this white-feathered chicken was assessed by the company as level four, and regular troops were needed to capture it.

Duan Mingyuan made a rough estimate and found that this chicken had at least the ability of an intermediate level, which meant that more than 90% of the teachers and students in the academy could not beat a chicken. Looking at the entire royal family, the only ones in the younger generation who could discuss with this white-feathered chicken about who should be on the table were the eldest princess and the second prince.

The Cosmic White Chicken looks like it has the ability to reach an intermediate level.

Needless to say, its body was as tall as three buildings, and it had nine heads and a neck as long as a Duduli, which made Jiu Yue drool.

The little fox likes to gnaw on chicken necks the most, with the skin on. She often makes chicken necks into snacks and takes them out in the car when she goes on a long trip. She can gnaw on a small bag for an entire afternoon.

When it saw September, the super white-feathered chicken's eyes flashed with ferocity. Even though its mouth was sealed, it still made a sharp hissing sound.

The company's assistant chef said that this chicken can spit out flames, lightning, wind blades, ice flakes and other attacks, and each head controls a different natural element. It has an extremely ferocious temperament and a strong sense of territory. Any creature that breaks into its territory will be hunted down by it, but because of its firm and plump meat, it has become one of the most popular ingredients in the universe.

Although the company's team sealed its mouth after capturing it, this super white-feathered chicken is much stronger than an ordinary person. If it were allowed to rush forward with all its strength, it could knock a truck away.

September walked straight towards the cage.

The chief chef's eyes widened. Ten minutes ago, he walked towards the super white-feathered chicken in the same way. At that time, he thought he was a big shot, but the white-feathered chicken immediately made him realize that he was nothing.

He was just shocked by the white-feathered chicken through the cage and flew more than ten meters away.

The steward estimated the difference in tonnage between himself and September, and felt that the fox would be knocked away at least thirty meters.

The white-feathered chicken did the same thing and once again rammed the cage fiercely.

Seeing this, the cooks cried out in surprise and the cage began to shake violently, as if a hole could be made in it at any time by this behemoth.

But then they discovered something unusual.

The super white-feathered chicken stumbled as it retreated, and one of its heads drooped. Blood flowed down the bone-piercing wound. Jiu Yue came to the cage with a bucket in her hand and soothed it in a gentle voice, "Good boy, don't struggle. The more you struggle, the more painful it will be."

The voice was obviously charming and beautiful, full of maternal radiance, but it made them feel cold all over.

The cage door was opened just like that.

The super white-feathered chicken tried to struggle, but suddenly slipped to the ground. Its drooping head coincidentally fell into September's hands. September stroked the white-feathered chicken's head and covered its eyes with the delicate skin of his palm. The blood flowed into the barrel.

At this moment, the chefs finally understood the weight of the words “professional chicken butcher”.

Especially the kitchen helpers of the company, some of them have already taken out their mobile phones to take pictures of this visually impactful scene. They have seen the production line of the company processing these super white-feathered chickens. After sending them back to the food storage center, in order to avoid casualties, all slaughtering work is done by machines - in order to efficiently handle this dangerous food, the company has developed a slaughtering robot specifically for their characteristics.

The robot was more than ten meters tall and equipped with advanced weapons.

However, what Jiu Yue held in her hand from beginning to end was an ordinary kitchen knife. Just a slight swing was enough to make the white-feathered chicken's head droop down.

The constant hissing sound and the sharp bird beak biting at September seemed to them like a naughty child acting coquettishly to its mother. The mother just knelt on the ground with a doting smile, let the child lie on her lap, and coaxed it to sleep.

The chef present had killed countless chickens in his life, but he had never thought that the act of killing chickens itself could make people feel warm and healing.

The kitchen knife made another light cut, and the naughty and noisy child was cured. Finally, its head drooped down, and it closed its eyes quietly, falling asleep forever on its knees.

The child lost a total of seven buckets of blood.

The Imperial Kitchen Manager touched his neck unconsciously. He watched more carefully than the others. He observed that Jiu Yue had cut nine times in total. Each cut was just right. Even the position and depth of the cut were consistent. Thinking back to the time when he had strongly opposed Jiu Yue entering the kitchen...

He admitted that his voice was a little loud and he was too impatient without thinking it through.

The steward even suspected that even if the First King used his superb sword-wielding skills to kill the white-feathered chicken, he might not be better than September.

Why is this?

The time of the First King's death is approaching, but now everyone's swordsmanship seems to be no less than that of the First King.

Then, a scene that shocked the chefs even more appeared.

After coaxing the naughty white-feathered chicken to sleep, Jiu Yue hung the kitchen knife that was not stained with even a drop of blood on the cage, and neatly arranged the seven buckets in a row. Then, under the gazes of everyone whose eyes were about to pop out of their heads, she picked up the white fluff on the child's chest and dragged it towards the door.

Yes, they read that right.

This fox girl with thin arms and legs, who looked like she had difficulty lifting a bucket of water, was actually carrying a cosmic monster that was over ten meters in size.

"What are you still standing there for? The dinner is about to start. Plucking and blanching will take time. If we don't start now, it will be too late."

September's eyes were warm and innocent, and she was already content.

However, the reactions of the chefs in the imperial kitchen were a little strange. They all seemed like novices who had never seen a chicken slaughtered before.

What is that look?
It's just killing a chicken, but it's made like killing a person.

"September, here."

Duan Mingyuan pointed at the corner of Jiu Yue's mouth. A drop of blood splashed on it, contrasting with her rouge-painted red lips.

So September stuck out her tongue in front of everyone and licked the drop of blood into her mouth.

"What a good boy."

She closed her eyes and said with emotion, "I really suffered a lot to come to this planet."

(End of this chapter)