Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests

He quickly felt several nodules and lumps under the skin of the flying dragon's claws.

"Secondly, massage the affected area."

Chen Yan gritted his teeth and put all his strength into kneading, rubbing, squeezing, and touching it until he quickly eliminated it.

"Thirdly, rub the Yongquan point frequently to prevent all kinds of diseases."

He made a few gestures on the Tobi-Kadachi's claws and roughly located the Yongquan acupoint, if it had such a point.

With just a light press, the Flying Thunder Dragon, which hadn't reacted much to the previous two steps, suddenly shuddered. A few drops of fishy, ​​foul odor emanated from beneath it, and it began to struggle frantically again.

Chen Yan chuckled and patted the Flying Thunder Dragon with a sense of empathy.

He almost fell off the bed the first time he was pinned down.

"Young man, how come you have kidney problems at such a young age? Flower Cat, hold him down, I'll give him a good rest today!"

Chen Yan only released his grip when he had pressed the Yongquan acupoint until it was bright red and the Flying Thunder Dragon's eyes were filled with tears.

"Fourth, keep warm. Cold enters from the feet. Keeping your feet warm keeps you safe. Flower Meow, bring hot water!"

After the massage, the half-curled front paws were placed into the half-boiling hot water. The already unbearable soreness and itchiness were instantly amplified several times. The Flying Thunder Dragon almost fainted. The Flower Cat, unable to dodge in time, was enraged by the splash of its paw-washing water. It pressed down hard on the Flying Thunder Dragon's paws, which were trying to escape, and pressed them all the way down.

As a burst of fine bubbles rose, the white, tender toes it had just massaged turned bright red at a visible speed.

"Okay, the first foot is done. There are three more to go!"

The Tobi-Thunder Dragon's roar lasted for a long time.

Afterwards, Chen Yan, whose forehead was already covered in sweat, looked at the four white and tender paws in front of him with satisfaction. He gently ran his finger across one of them and clearly saw that the fine scales on the upper half of the paw were glowing with a shy pink light.

"A masterpiece! A perfect masterpiece! I swear, these are softer than your tiny paws when you were just born!"

After admiring it for a while, Chen Yan drew his sword. With a flash of light, the vines binding the Flying Thunder Dragon were cleanly severed. Before it could even rejoice at regaining its freedom, it jumped up again at an even faster speed after landing.

Although Chen Yan thoughtfully wrapped it with herbs to reduce sensitivity after the massage, it was clear from its increasingly high jumps that the stimulation from its first foot massage was still too strong.

"Goodbye, Lei Zi. Remember to come find me again next time your feet itch!"

The Flying Thunder Dragon turned its head to look at Chen Yan, who was still staring at its claws with lingering affection. Finally, it whimpered a few times in great fear. It would never forget this demon in its life. Its tail curled up, and it endured the soreness, numbness, swelling and itching as it burrowed into the forest and disappeared.

[Task completed.]

Unlike the previous single reward, this time a small roulette wheel appeared after the bubble burst. Chen Yan was startled and, without time to explain, rushed to the stream to wash his hands, but the roulette wheel had already started spinning, and it was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly at all.

"Oh no, there wasn't a pre-draw ceremony, this is definitely bad luck!"

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the pointer did not stop at the static electricity accumulation that Chen Yan wanted most, but instead stopped at the lightning resistance column.

"Ah, the lightning that danced at my fingertips is gone!"

[Lightning Resistance (Weak)]: There is no special improvement, it's just that the skin is a bit thicker.

You want Chapter 12 too?

As the last rays of dusk lingered, the head chef picked up a long ladle and poured the rich sauce over the roasted mushroom-stuffed pig, completing the delicious and visually appealing secret-recipe roasted pig.

The head chef rubbed his sore shoulders. Although shiitake mushroom pork has a mushroom aroma and is a rare cooking ingredient, turning it into a perfect dish requires several steps, including braising, frying, and stir-frying. After more than three hours of focused work, even the chef was inevitably a little tired.

Fortunately, the three roasted pigs were cooked perfectly today.

It let out a long sigh of relief. The cat helper beside it came over to wipe its sweat. Only as tall as the head chef's shoulder, it tried to stand on tiptoe. While wiping its sweat, it couldn't help but sniff the rich aroma of the roasted pig with its wet little nose, but it resisted looking at the fragrant roasted pig.

It knew these roasted pigs were very useful. Although it really wanted to eat some, it wore an expression that said it had absolutely no interest in roasted pigs. However, the head chef still noticed it secretly swallowing its saliva.

Ruffle its little head, and the head chef took out a plate of leftover scraps from under the oven. Although there wasn't much meat, it was enough for the little Felynes to have a good meal.

"Meow~"

The head chef nodded with satisfaction as he watched the various young men, heads buried in their plates, enjoying their meals.

The greatest praise a chef can receive is recognition for the food they create.

Tonight's food delivery task was still handled by Chen Yan and his squad leader Naomi. The open-air warehouse, piled with logs, was still damp and dark. After turning left and right, the two arrived at the Xialong's "nest". A roasted pig held by Naomi slowly floated up, and with a series of gnawing and sucking sounds, the Xialong gradually emerged.

With their daily, punctual feeding, the chameleon visibly grew a little rounder.

After delivering roasted pigs for more than half a month, Naomi had gotten used to the imposing presence of Xialong at close range. The two stood side by side half a meter away from Xialong, patiently waiting for Him to finish eating.

Naomi bent down to pick up the plates and silently stacked them together.

During this time, she also tried to talk to Xialong like Chen Yan did, but when she was looked at by his layered, round eyes, she would feel an uncontrollable sense of fear and her words would stutter.

If she were stared at by both of His round eyes at the same time, she would feel the same way she did when she first met Xialong, where she had to exert all her strength even while standing.

Chen Yan, on the other hand, was much more at ease. He could even pick up some of Xia Long's fallen scales right under Xia Long's nose and call it money for his meal.

After Xia Long licked the grease off his lips, Chen Yan stretched out his arm. The purple lines on his wrist had faded considerably, and he guessed that he might be able to complete the mission a few days earlier.

Xialong lazily stuck out its tongue and slowly wrapped it around Chen Yan's wrist. First, a slight suction came, then his wrist went numb, and finally some sticky saliva was left behind.

Once the saliva is absorbed by the skin and the purple-patterned wings fold, tonight's meal delivery process will be almost over.

Just as the two turned to leave, Chen Yan took a step forward but didn't move. He looked down and saw a large tongue wrapped around his waist. The next second, he was pulled back.

Having not experienced the feeling of his feet leaving the ground for a long time, Chen Yan floated in the air once again. Facing Xia Long's two round eyes that were fixed on him, he spoke in a fawning manner, behaving like a lackey.

"Boss Xialong, did you not eat enough tonight? Please don't be angry. Even if you stuff me in your mouth and chew me up, it won't help. I don't even have two ounces of meat on me. How about this, I'll ask the head chef to give you two more chickens for a midnight snack tomorrow. Is that alright?"

Chen Yan gestured the shape of a roasted chicken with one hand, while making a gesture towards Naomi with the other hand behind his back.

Seeing this, Naomi loosened her grip on the signal stunt in her arms.

Although Chen Yan was surprised, he was not flustered. He did not realize that Xia Long was hostile to him. Just as he promised to bring an even more sumptuous meal the next day in order to wait for Xia Long to loosen its tongue, he saw Xia Long slowly lift up one of its front paws that was lying under its body.

Its purplish-red claws were larger than Chen Yan's head when it was outstretched. Although it was not an ancient dragon known for its strength, crushing Chen Yan's head would not have been difficult for it.

Naomi watched as the dragon slowly extended its claws toward Chen Yan, her expression instantly tensing up. She gripped the signal flare tighter, even pulling the fuse out slightly.

Chen Yan, who was facing the Xialong directly, was slightly taken aback, and then muttered a few words to himself, something like, "You saw it?" "You want to try it too?" "Okay, then I'll give it a try!"

He turned around and spoke to Naomi.

"Big sister, could you please find me the biggest kettle I can find, and borrow a large bowl of fine salt from the head chef? Oh, and I also need a large, rough stone. And I need enough herbal porridge for ten people..."

He gently grasped the paw that Xialong had extended in front of him and began to gesture. His simple action not only made Xialong's body tremble slightly, but also made Naomi, who was witnessing everything, swallow hard.

She could hardly believe her eyes. How could an ancient dragon monster like the Chameleon allow humans to touch its body?

Chen Yan didn't think that much about it. He just felt that it took him two hands to barely hold one of the Xialong's claws. In terms of claw size alone, it was more than twice the size of the Fei Leilong.

Stroking the thick, hard scales on the surface of the Xialong's claws, Chen Yan felt that he might not be able to serve the Xialong boss with his own strength alone.

He turned back again and looked at Naomi, who was staring blankly.

"And another thing, Big Sister, could you give me a big bottle of Demon Potion? As for Strength Seeds, the more the better. Also, two glasses of juice, one large and one small. Boss Chameleon has a strong palate, so please add more mint and cinnamon to him, and less sugar to mine. Yeah, that's basically it, Big Sister, please go and prepare it!"

Naomi awkwardly left to find something, while Chen Yan stroked the giant claws of the Xialong, feeling the newly emerging pale golden monster quest in his mind.

[Xia Long issues a quest request: Is it comfortable?]

I heard the Tobi-Kadachi's mournful cry, smelled its scent, and witnessed its actions in the forest. I poisoned the Tobi-Kadachi and paid special attention to its dramatically changed claws. I wondered if doing that would truly be comfortable.

[Compensation for this service: Mimicry/Invisibility/Violent Breath/Acid Breath/Stereoscopic Vision/Giant Tail/Experience in tasting Shiitake Mushroom Pigs]

Chen Yan focused his mind and noticed that there seemed to be something strange in the reward pool that shouldn't be there. After confirming that he wasn't mistaken, he checked another task posted by Xia Long and was shocked to find that the reward pool actually contained the Mushroom Pig Tasting Experience.

Oh my god, the reward pool has been contaminated!

Outside Chen Yan's dormitory, Hua Miao, who was used to having one of the cats fall asleep first, was purring contentedly. The feeling of one cat sleeping in one bed was simply wonderful. She was completely unaware that two small figures had appeared on the moonlight reflection on the quilt.

"Boss, that's right, it's that ugly fat cat! I recognized it at a glance! It's the one that tormented the Flying Thunder Dragon to the point of agony and made it scream in agony. Let's tie it up and take it back to the lair. Once we've learned how to defeat the Flying Thunder Dragon, we'll go and avenge our second and fifth brothers!"

Chapter 13 would be better if it had more content.

The cat had gotten used to being alone in its empty bed. In its drowsy state, it heard the creaking sound of the door being slowly pushed open, but it didn't pay any attention. It just rolled over and moved to the side.

"Chen Yan, why are you so late? If you're this late again, I won't leave the door open for you. You won't be able to get in and will have to sleep at Naomi's..."

While moving to a new spot and complaining, the cat didn't forget to scratch its belly, with a few shiny black and white hairs fluttering around.

Recently, every evening, Chen Yan, the beautiful class monitor, would reappear at the dormitory entrance on time, startling Hua Miao several times.

Because Naomi can blend perfectly into the night with her skin tone, as long as she doesn't open her mouth, probably very few people in the entire base can see her.

Whenever Chen Yan saw Naomi, he would feign concern and tell her to rest early, then grin and eagerly approach her.

"Hmph, shallow humans! Don't you know that without a woman in your heart, your sword will naturally be divine? Do you think my powerful moves came from somewhere? They were all created by me, day and night, under the moonlight, through solitary contemplation and deep thought!"

The cat muttered to itself, waiting for Chen Yan to get into bed so it could lie on his stomach and sleep. But this time, it waited and waited and waited but Chen Yan didn't come. Instead, it heard a rustling sound of insects chirping.

"Hey Chen Yan, you didn't go off to the woods with Naomi to catch bugs in the middle of the night, did you? I'm warning you, you better not let me see you, or I won't mind having some midnight snacks—"

Halfway through her sentence, the cat, which had been lazily curled up in a ball a second ago, suddenly unleashed the power of its already taut muscles hidden under its fur, leaping off the bed in just half a second and then throwing the deliberately crumpled blanket away with a paw.

Anyone who can sneak into a hideout silently in the middle of the night is definitely not an ordinary petty thief.

Hua Miao dared not neglect its duty; with Chen Yan absent, the wealth they had accumulated throughout their lives could only be protected by it.

Taking advantage of the blanket obscuring their view, Hua Miao nimbly hooked her tail by the bedside and drew her katana, which she never took off, even when bathing or sleeping.

With the weapon in hand, the blanket fell just in time to cover the petty thief who hadn't yet reacted.

This quilt is very thick; Chen Yan brought it from the Old World on purpose. He has a little-known habit: he only feels at ease sleeping under such a thick and heavy quilt.

As the two little bundles of flesh bulged under the blanket, the cat's dark eyes narrowed into a straight line. The moment it landed, it unleashed a powerful spinning attack, intending to split the blanket and the little thief in two at the same time.

"Hmph! You're unlucky to have stolen from your Flower Cat Grandpa!"

Just as it was grinning maliciously, preparing to use the little thief as a sacrificial offering, a furry tail suddenly peeked out from the gap in the blanket.

Hua Miao was stunned, and the katana in her hand suddenly hovered in the air.

Then, it watched in disbelief as a Dettel Lynx, with dark orange fur, charming brown stripes, and adorable cat paw patterns on its belly, awkwardly and frightenedly backed out of the blanket.

That's right, its long tail comes out first, then its butt, then its slender waist, and finally its little head. If the cat wanted to, it could easily cut it horizontally into eight pieces, and then vertically into eight pieces.

But Flower Cat just stared in astonishment at the timid Dettel Lynx in front of her.

It's easy to tell from the pheromones emanating from the other animal that it's a female Dettel lynx.

"I knew it! The old cat grandpa next door wasn't lying to me. Little Meow Meow, the Dettel Lynx from the New World, really doesn't wear pants. Her two furry legs are just sticking out like that!"

On the surface, the flower cat held the knife still, looking like a calm and collected expert, but in reality, it was using all its strength to suck the fat off its belly, revealing the abdominal muscles that had been submerged in a sea of ​​fat for years.