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

Zhao Lingling and Qiqi, those two little girls, had been crying so loudly just now, and their tears hadn't even dried completely yet, when they curiously poked their heads out from Ji Zuodao's arms.

Upon seeing the spectacular sight of the demons dancing wildly around them, their two still red and swollen eyes widened instantly.

"Wow..." Zhao Lingling opened her mouth wide, forgetting to cry.

Qiqi blinked, the tear stains still on her little face, but her eyes were already full of surprise.

Where had they ever seen such a huge monster?

They're all like small mountains!

Fear? Perhaps I felt it just now.

But now...

Looking at the fluffy, snow-white nine-tailed fox with its several large, bushy tails swaying, Zhao Lingling couldn't help but point with her little hand: "Qiqi, look, a big fox! So white! Its fur looks so soft!"

Qiqi looked in the direction she was pointing and nodded her little head seriously: "Yes, it's white and soft."

Tu Shan Yunyun's narrow fox eyes curved into a smile. The little zombie inside might just be her future sister-in-law.

So, very cooperatively, it slowly lowered its largest, fluffiest, whitest tail, which swayed right in front of the two little girls.

The fluffy tip of its tail even gently swept the ground.

Zhao Lingling and Qi Qi exchanged a glance, both seeing eagerness in each other's eyes.

The shock, grievance, and fear I felt earlier seemed to have been somewhat diluted by this huge, furry creature.

Ji Zuodao loosened his arms.

The two little girls tentatively took a small step forward.

Seeing that the big fox was just smiling with its eyes narrowed and its tail was wagging even more vigorously, it became bolder.

Zhao Lingling reached out first and carefully touched the drooping fox tail, which was thicker than her.

Upon touching it, it feels indescribably soft and warm, with a pleasant scent as if it had been sun-dried.

"Wow! It's so soft!" Zhao Lingling exclaimed in surprise.

Qiqi also reached out her little hand, touched it, and then nodded firmly: "Yes, it's warm."

"Sister Fox, can I...can I climb up and take a look?" Zhao Lingling looked up, her big eyes full of anticipation.

Tu Shan Yunyun nodded slightly, indicating her agreement, and lowered her tail even further.

So the two little girls used their hands and feet to start climbing up the fluffy fox tail.

Tu Shan Yunyun was also very patient, carefully supporting them with the tip of her tail and slowly placing them on her broad, soft back.

This has really stirred up a hornet's nest.

The other demons, upon seeing this, wondered if Ji Zuodao's precious darling liked it.

What are we waiting for? It's time to shine!

"Little darling, get on my back! I'll carry you steadily!" Xiong patted his chest, making a loud thumping sound.

"Look at me! Look at me! I can breathe out tiny flames, they're so warm!" The red dragon retorted, spitting out two thin, perfectly controlled flames from its nostrils.

"Old turtle, my back is flat, and I have a naturally formed cushion that's warm in winter and cool in summer. Want to come up and rest?" Gui Wannian slowly shifted his body.

In an instant, the demons who had just been fierce and discussing how to eat the golden feather suddenly changed their demeanor and all showed off their best skills, vying to attract the attention of the two little girls.

Qiqi and Zhao Lingling were a little reserved at first, but they quickly warmed up to each other.

They climb from this furry back to that smooth scale, touch this horn, tug that mane, and occasionally let out a "giggle" laugh.

The life-or-death crisis they had just faced seemed to have been forgotten.

Ji Zuodao stood by, hands in his pockets, watching with a cheerful smile. As the two girls climbed up and down among the demons, smiles returned to their faces, and the lingering ferocity in his eyes was gradually replaced by a gentle smile.

The years are quiet.

If we ignore the fact that Jin Yu is still being plucked with a "sizzling" sound, making "hoarse" noises in his throat, and his eyes are filled with despair that are almost unfocused.

The bizarre scene of "demons teasing a child" and "live hair-plucking show" happening simultaneously is quite amusing.

However, this humor didn't last long.

"Um?"

Ji Zuodao suddenly raised an eyebrow, his relaxed smile vanished, and he looked up, gazing into the depths of the dark night sky.

Almost at the same time, all the monsters around who were trying to amuse the child stopped what they were doing.

Yuan Xiaotong's hand, which was plucking feathers, froze in mid-air.

Tu Shan Yunyun's fluffy tail stopped wagging.

The tiny flame in the red dragon's nose went out with a "poof".

Gui Wannian slowly retracted his head and limbs into his shell, leaving only his pair of bright little eyes sticking out.

All the demons stopped their playful antics and looked up in the direction Ji Zuodao was looking.

Demon!

A great deal of powerful demonic energy is rapidly approaching!

In the distance, the night sky was pierced by streaks of eerie light of various colors, yet all equally imposing!

Like a shooting star chasing the moon, it was hurtling towards their direction!

That undisguised, boundless demonic power stirred up the winds and clouds within a radius of dozens of miles, making even the air seem thick and heavy.

The auras of the leaders were especially terrifying!

Even a distant sense of it filled them with dread, as if they were facing an ancient, ferocious beast.

That's definitely equivalent to a Qi Refining cultivator at the Divine Power Realm!

And there's more than one!

Yuan Xiaotong had excellent eyesight; with a flash of golden light in his ape eyes, he could already see the figure rushing in the golden light at the very front.

It was a magnificent golden roc, its wingspan seemingly able to cover half the sky!

Each feather was like it was cast from pure gold, shimmering with the brilliance of the sun. His sharp eyes were like two small golden suns, and from a distance, his gaze was like a tangible sword, piercing his skin painfully.

That appearance, that aura...

The one currently pinned under his claws, bald and bleeding profusely, isn't exactly the same, but rather a carbon copy—

It's magnified countless times, made countless times more powerful, and countless times more majestic.

Old Golden-Winged Roc!

Yuan Xiaotong paused, somewhat embarrassed, clutching a handful of freshly plucked bird feathers still stained with blood.

This... right in front of someone's own father, they're enthusiastically plucking his son's feathers, preparing him for cooking...

Is it slightly, even just a little bit, not quite right?

The main thing is... these demons, although their bloodlines are all good and their ancestors were all wealthy.

But with their current cultivation levels, even if they were all combined, they probably couldn't defeat a proper Divine Power Realm expert.

Moreover, judging from their demeanor, there was more than one person who came!

Yuan Xiaotong subconsciously turned his head to look at Ji Zuodao.

That means: Brother Dao, what do we do? The real culprit has come knocking, and with a bunch of ruthless thugs. Are we still going to gamble? Are we still going to eat this hotpot?

Ji Zuodao naturally saw the majestic old golden-winged roc charging towards him in a fit of rage, and also sensed the equally formidable auras behind it.

But his face didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

Even when he saw Yuan Xiaotong stop and look at him, he frowned with disdain and gestured with his chin toward Jin Yu:

"What are you looking at me for? Don't stop working!"

"Hurry up! Didn't you hear what Gui Wannian just said? This Golden-Winged Roc meat needs to be simmered over a low flame for a short time. If it's not simmered long enough, the essence won't come out, and it'll be a waste of such a good thing!"

"Get moving! Pluck the feathers, bleed the blood, and clean up the drains!"

"You're all so slow and inefficient! If you were to work on something really hot, you'd be too late to finish!"

The demons: "..."

Yuan Xiaotong scratched the back of his hairy head, recalling how his father had patted him on the shoulder and given him countless instructions before he left:

"Kid, this time when you go out with Ji Zuodao, be careful. Do whatever Ji Zuodao tells you to do, don't ask why, and don't babble."

"Even if I make you eat shit, you'd better eat it with a smile on your face and chew it slowly! Do you understand? Ji Zuodao would never harm us!"

Fine.

You have to listen to your father.

We must listen to Brother Dao's words even more.

Eating shit is fine... ugh! Plucking hair is fine too!

Yuan Xiaotong steeled his resolve, his eyes regaining their firmness.

He stopped looking at the golden light that was getting closer and closer on the horizon, and whose pressure was becoming more and more terrifying. Instead, he lowered his head and refocused his attention on the "ingredients" under his claws.

With a swift movement, he pinched a tuft of fine hair still stubbornly clinging to the skin.

"Sizzle—!"

The movements were more swift and focused than before.

It was as if the overwhelming demonic power about to crush them from the sky, and the terrifying enemy rushing towards them from afar, were not as important as the task at hand.

Jin Yu: "...??!!!"

He turned his head and glanced at the white ape who had actually listened to the devil's words and continued to pluck his feathers. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Father!

Hurry up, old man!

One step later...

Your son is about to become the main ingredient in a hot pot!