A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The one that made the move was a terrifying white giant ape with a shoulder height of over fifteen meters, muscles as bulging as steel, and exposed fangs.

With just one palm, he suppressed Jin Yu like a small mountain, firmly holding him down.

Ji Zuodao had just calmed down the two little girls in his arms who were crying and hiccuping a little.

He raised his eyelids and glanced casually at the commotion.

Just then, I witnessed Yuan Xiaotong's heroic action of slapping Jin Yu into the ground.

They also saw the alchemy furnace fall out of the Golden-Winged Roc's claw and roll to the side.

The alchemy furnace gleamed faintly in the moonlight, and a wisp of lingering smoke still drifted from its opening.

Ji Zuodao's gaze lingered on the alchemy furnace.

Damn it, they even brought a furnace? Are they trying to refine my girl?

This is outrageous! It's truly outrageous!

"Like a toad jumping on a scale—completely unaware of its own weight."

I'm always the one who refines others, but today I've run into someone who wants to refine my girl?

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the two girls in his arms—

The cute strawberry-printed dress that he had personally dressed Qiqi in before she left home that morning was now torn like a fishing net, with rips here and there, revealing bruises and abrasions underneath.

Her little face was so dirty it looked like she'd rolled in mud, her hair was a messy smear on her forehead, and the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth that hadn't been wiped clean looked particularly glaring against her pale face.

Zhao Lingling wasn't in much better shape. Her little skirt was wrinkled, her ponytail was half undone, and her face was streaked with black and white. Only her big eyes were still red and swollen, looking at him pitifully.

Look at this pathetic state...

Ji Zuodao couldn't hold back the anger that he had just suppressed, and it shot up again in a flash!

Oh shit!

When we first brought Qiqi out of that dark, chilly ancient tomb, she was never this disheveled.

As a result, after following Ji Zuodao, he was bullied like this?

Fortunately, there was the red thread, which Old Man Li gave to Qiqi to play with during the 749 Grand Martial Arts Competition.

Heavenly Court Heavy Industry, the Yue Lao Palace series, a byproduct of the marriage thread.

If it weren't for the red thread's ability to pull Ji Zuodao towards Qi Qi and arrive in time, Qi Qi might have...

"Yuan Xiaotong".

Ji Zuodao spoke, his voice not loud, but it clearly traveled through the night wind and reached the white ape's ears.

"Don't rush to kill him."

Yuan Xiaotong, who was pondering whether to slap this bastard again and send him to his death, or pick him up and shake him to see if he could get any pieces out of him, paused upon hearing this.

Beneath his palm, Jin Yu, whose head was still buried in the soil, suddenly felt his heart, which had almost stopped due to fear and suffocation, leap into his throat!

Don't kill him yet?

Could... could there still be a chance?

Has this god of death changed his mind?

Are you willing to listen to my father's name now? Or do you see the preciousness of my bloodline and want to subdue me?

A faint glimmer of hope, barely pierced the despair in his heart.

However, Ji Zuodao's next words, spoken lightly and even with a hint of contemplation, were like ice water in the dead of winter, instantly extinguishing the flame of hope that had just been ignited within him, leaving not a trace.

"Dead people aren't new."

Ji Zuodao stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over Jin Yu's enormous wings, which were still twitching slightly and had been torn off and tossed aside, before glancing at the alchemy furnace.

Finally, I looked at the pile of minced meat in the distance.

"While he's still alive, with plenty of life force and his demon blood still warm, let's just kill him and eat him."

"Yuan Xiaotong, you're good at this. You go first. Pluck all the stray hairs off his body, one by one, make sure there are no stubble left."

"Then bleed it, remember to collect it in a jade bottle. Although this bird's bloodline is a bit mixed, it has some resemblance to the Golden-Winged Roc, so its blood can barely be used as medicine."

"After draining the blood, cut open the abdomen, clean out the internal organs, discard what should be discarded, and keep what can be used. Slice the breast and leg meat into thin slices, and remove the tendons and bones to make soup base."

As he spoke, he pointed to the alchemy furnace lying to the side.

"Don't waste the medicinal herbs in the alchemy furnace; they're perfect for stewing in one pot. Also, clean up that lump of minced meat and shape it into meatballs."

"Throw them all into the stove."

Ji Zuodao paused, seemingly considering the cooking method, before making his decision:

"Let's cook a hot pot. It's getting chilly, so let's have something warm to eat."

"As for the bird's head, claws, offal, and such, you can decide what to do with them. If you want to eat them, you can cook them all together. If you don't want to eat them, you can take them back to feed the dog. Dog Master loves this kind of food."

"Remember to add plenty of chili to remove the fishy smell."

Yuan Xiaotong: "Alright, Brother Dao! I guarantee everything will be arranged perfectly!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding demons grinned, revealing sinister smiles. Their gazes towards Jin Yu instantly shifted from cold scrutiny to a burning intensity as if they were looking at "fresh, high-quality ingredients."

Jin Yu, pinned to the ground by the giant hand and unable to move, was speechless.

His whole body was ice cold, as if his blood had frozen.

Only one thought remained in my mind, screaming and echoing wildly:

Did this guy just wander out of the King of Hell's belt?! Why isn't he staying in hell? What kind of trouble is he causing on earth?!

Yuan Xiaotong was originally considering whether he should boil a pot of water first to scald the hair before removing it.

He went to the market a couple of days ago and saw that chickens and ducks were being slaughtered in the same way.

As soon as I mentioned this idea to Ji Zuodao, it was immediately rejected.

"Tsk, you're an amateur, aren't you?"

"Scalding it with hot water causes the pores to shrink, making the meat tough and losing most of its freshness. Wouldn't that be a waste to eat it?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaotong's large, round eyes lit up, and he slapped his forehead with his palm like a fan: "Hey! Brother Dao is right! That makes perfect sense!"

Alright, let's get started!

This white ape was a straightforward person; once it said it would do something, it did it. It reached out and grabbed a tuft of intact feathers from the base of the golden feather's wing, and with all its might, it yanked it hard in the opposite direction!

"Sizzle—!"

"Awooo—!!!"

A glossy, metallic-looking feather, along with bits of flesh and spurting blood, was forcibly torn off!

Jin Yu was in so much pain that all its feathers bristled, its neck stretched out long, and it let out a mournful howl that sounded more like a bird's cry than a bird's call.

Its two paws scratched wildly at the ground, creating deep furrows.

"No...don't pull it! My father is the Golden-Winged Roc King! How dare you...ah—!!!"

Another one.

"My father won't let you get away with this! I... Ah!!!"

Let's play one more round.

At first, Jin Yu could still yell in his hoarse voice, screaming and threatening him by invoking his father's name.

But how fast is Yuan Xiaotong's hand?

He's quick and efficient, even better at fleecing people than they are at getting freebies.

The bird feathers fell down like they were free, mixed with blood, and quickly accumulated in a thin layer on the ground.

Jin Yu's voice was almost split from shouting.

"Ugh, so noisy."

Annoyed, Yuan Xiaotong turned around and looked around, and just then he saw a circle of rope.

It's also a magical artifact; it was originally used to bind Zhao Lingling. Perfect, it's handy.

He picked it up casually, and without saying a word, circled it around the still unconsciously opening and closing beak of the golden bird a few times and tied a knot.

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh—!!!"

The world became quiet in an instant.

All that remained were the sizzling sounds of feathers being plucked and Jin Yu's muffled, desperate groan, stuck in his throat.

Jin Yu now lies there, bald and covered in blood.

There were still patches of fuzzy hair left on its body that hadn't been plucked completely.

Looking at it... well, it really doesn't look any different from a chicken in the market waiting to have its throat slit, be bled, plucked, and gutted.

Oh, the only difference is that this chicken is a bit bigger, and the meat is probably firmer and chewier.

With his mouth tied, Jin Yu was even deprived of the right to scream one last time.

He could only stare intently at the demons around him with his bloodshot eyes, making muffled, unintelligible "hoarse" sounds from his throat.

The massive body twitched slightly uncontrollably due to the intense pain and fear.

Meanwhile, the demons watching had completely entered "food appreciation session" mode.

"These chicken wings are so chewy! Perfect for grilling, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, they're delicious!"

"Why are you roasting it? What a waste! You obviously don't know how to eat. The roc belongs to the metal element, which represents restraint. Make soup with it! Use a low flame, add some old ginseng, goji berries, and polygonatum, and simmer it for three days and three nights to extract all the essence of the metal element into the soup. Drinking it will guarantee you strong bones and muscles."

"If you ask me, the best way to cook this brisket is with sliced ​​pieces for hot pot! It's as thin as a cicada's wing, and it cooks in no time when you dip it in boiling broth—it's so tender and smooth..."

"Save my sweetheart for me, I'll make wine with it!"

"Those eyeballs are mine; I'll take them home and play with them like marbles!"

The monsters chattered excitedly, discussing the matter animatedly.