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

Meanwhile, Ji Zuodao had already dispersed his Dharma form and leisurely sat down cross-legged, slowly roasting a piece of his Dharma body's remains over a flame.

"Mmm—delicious!"

While eating the roasted meat in his hand, Ji Zuodao was giving his opinions on the state of affairs:

"Hey, right, right, poke his kidneys! The meat's tender there!"

"Wow, that was a great shot! Too bad it was a little off; three inches to the left and it would have hit his kidney!"

"Zhengdao, go easy on him, don't break the meat up, it'll affect the texture!"

Ryomen Sukuna's blood pressure spiked, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it, this fight is hopeless!

The Onmyoji in the distance were completely speechless at this moment.

What the hell is this?

Are they here to fight or for a picnic?

A young Onmyoji swallowed hard and asked in a low voice:

"Um...should we go up and help?"

The older Onmyoji beside him remained silent for three seconds, then replied quietly:

"Help? Help with what? Help pass the cumin?"

Ryomen Sukuna was truly impressed at this moment.

While frantically dealing with Ji Zhengdao's fire-tipped spear, he cursed under his breath.

Are these two brothers?

These are practically identical!

One person finishes shaving, then another, taking turns without a break in between.

The key point is that these two people have a surprisingly consistent goal: they're both after his flesh!

Especially this kid who came later.

I don't know who this kid learned it from, he always targets his butt.

The fire-tipped spear seemed to have eyes, striking left and right, up and down, its attacks never missing the area around his body's buttocks.

Ryomen Sukuna felt like his Asura body's buttocks were being pierced through like a sieve.

"Fuck you! When will you shut up?!"

Finally, Ryoumen Sukuna couldn't hold back any longer and turned around to yell at Hime Masamichi.

"Focusing on one spot? Are you a fucking freak?!"

Ji Zhengdao chuckled, his hands moving without stopping, and thrust the spear forward again.

"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong. I just heard that the meat on a butt is the most tender, and I want to try it."

"Hehehe, my tastes are a little different from my brother's."

"My brother likes to eat it crispy, the crunchy kind. As for me, I prefer it caramelized, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the kind that makes your mouth water with every bite."

"Your fire is a bit lacking. The temperature is right, but it's missing something. Try my fire."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Infant Dharma Image suddenly opened its mouth and took a deep breath—

Then, a burst of flame erupted!

The flames were crimson with a hint of gold, and within that gold was a faint tinge of blue. As soon as they appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the air was scorched and distorted, crackling and popping.

Samadhi Fire!

The flames, like a long dragon, roared and rushed towards the Asura's Dharma body, instantly engulfing it.

"Sizzle—!!!"

The sound of grease dripping into the flames echoed throughout the battlefield.

A rich aroma of roasted meat mixed with the unique medicinal fragrance of rare and precious herbs filled the air, making one's mouth water.

Under the scorching heat of the Samadhi Fire, the skin on the surface of the Asura's Dharma body quickly turned golden and crispy, with an enticing layer of charred brown appearing on the surface, shiny and oily, looking just like a freshly roasted suckling pig.

Ryomen Sukuna: "…………"

He glanced down at his own sizzling, oily body, and his lips twitched.

Oh shit.

He really turned into a roast suckling pig.

"Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, you bastard!"

Just then, Ji Zuodao's voice came from the side, carrying a tone of heartache.

"The fire's too high! The meat's all burnt! What's the point of eating it if it's burnt?"

Ji Zhengdao turned to look at his brother, his face innocent: "Brother, you don't understand, there's a burnt aroma to it."

"Burnt my foot! That's burnt! How can you eat burnt meat?! You wasteful wretch! You've ruined perfectly good meat!"

"How is that a waste? This is called flavor! Bro, haven't you ever had barbecue? Barbecue doesn't have that aroma without a bit of char!"

"I'll eat your ass! Get down here! Let me do it!"

"No! I've only just started!"

"Are you going to get off or not?!"

"It won't go down!"

"If you don't get rid of me, I'll slice you up too!"

“…………”

Zhao Ya, who was watching the game, couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

She didn't know what was going on, but the two brothers were becoming more and more alike.

Bing'er used to be such an honest kid. Although he wasn't exactly a good person at heart, he at least looked quite respectable on the surface.

But now?

He didn't learn much from his brother's good habits, but he certainly picked up his gluttony to the extreme.

Zhao Ya sometimes felt disoriented, as if she hadn't given birth to two sons, but rather raised two gluttonous beasts.

But then again...

Watching the two brothers playfully bickering, she felt quite gratified.

At least they are quite friendly and respectful to each other now.

Beside her, Qiqi was squatting on a large rock, holding a piece of golden-brown, crispy roasted Dharma body meat in her hands. She was eating with gusto, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, while her big eyes were fixed on the two Dharma bodies fighting on the battlefield.

She watched as the Holy Infant Dharma King pierced the shoulder of the Asura's Dharma body with his spear, watched as the Samadhi True Fire sizzled and dripped oil from the Asura's Dharma body, and watched as Ji Zuodao cursed and directed Ji Zhengdao to where to strike...

A gleam of eager anticipation gradually appeared in the little girl's eyes.

As we all know, children have the most energy when they are well-fed.

Qiqi had just eaten a whole piece of flesh from a Divine Power Realm-level Dharma Body, and was currently brimming with energy, just wondering where to put it.

Ji Zuodao turned around and saw Qi Qi's eager expression, and immediately understood.

He smiled, walked over, and patted Qiqi's little head.

"Sweetie, go ahead and play if you want."

Qiqi looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, "Really? Won't you say Qiqi is being naughty, brother?"

"Hey, go ahead, just be careful."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, looking completely indifferent.

"This is a good opportunity for you to practice; real-world experience is the best teacher."

Qiqi's eyebrows were curved, and she was smiling so happily.

"Okay, brother! Qiqi will go get you the biggest piece of meat!"

After she finished speaking, she waved her small hand, and a huge Dharma image condensed and took shape behind her.

The figure wore a tall hat and held a mourning stick. Its face was ashen white, and a long red tongue hung down to its chest, making it look extremely creepy.

Dharma form!

White Impermanence!

Qiqi leaped into the Dharma image, and two faint lights immediately appeared in the originally empty eyes of the White Impermanence.

While Su Nuo was locked in a fierce battle with Ji Zhengdao, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a shiver running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He instinctively turned around and looked—

Then he saw a white-robed figure of the Impermanence appear behind him, holding a huge mourning staff.

The shadow of the stick had already enveloped his entire Asura body.

From within the image of the White Impermanence came Qi Qi's childish voice:

"My brother said if we find anything delicious, we should sneak it home with a club!"

Ryomen Sukuna's pupils constricted sharply: "Holy shit—"

Before he could finish cursing, the huge mourning stick came crashing down on his head!

"Thump—!!!"

A deep, resounding boom echoed across the battlefield like the tolling of a bell.

The Asura's massive body was knocked forward by the blow, nearly falling to the ground.

Liangmian Su Nuo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his mind buzzing, and the sky filled with swirling Venus.

He shook his three heads, trying to clear his head.

Before he could even react, the second baton arrived.

"Thump—!!!"

"Thump—!!!"

"Thump—!!!"

Qiqi swung her mourning stick, striking Ashura Fa one blow after another. Her stance and the force she used were in stark contrast to her childish voice.

With each strike, the Asura's physical body shrank a little.

With each strike, the eyes of the two Su Nuo bulged outwards a little more.

Ji Zuodao stood not far away, watching Qi Qi ambushing someone, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad, you have the style I had back in the day."