Qin Yin's heart was beating violently. He swallowed and looked at the fiery red fat bird.

It's really a hell.

"What a monster, he can actually speak."

He walked over and kicked the fat bird. The bird flipped over straight and its claws stiffened.

Dead?

Qin Yin glanced at his feet, then looked at the blood hole that was pecked out on the back of his hand, and rinsed it with water and applied the chewed herbs, then picked up some firewood and lit the bonfire.

"No matter what kind of bird he is! Let's talk about it after roasting it, let's try what the monsters taste like today."

When the bonfire ignited, the stones laid on it were soon Yinghong, and Qin Yin threw the fat red bird up.

It is impossible to tell that the bird is very heavy. As expected, even the monsters in this world cannot judge by common sense.

Qin Yin's stomach made a sound. He quietly stared at the bonfire. After the flames took off the bird's hair, he could remove the internal organs and barbecue.

Crack.

The sound of stones cracking sounded.

Masses of Mars began to bloom on the stones.

But why hasn't the bird's feathers been lit yet?

Qin Yin narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and carefully looked at the fat bird scorching the flames...

"Ah, it's so cool..."

At this moment, a ecstatic cry suddenly sounded by the quiet stream.

Qin Yin's eyes instantly widened, and he was shocked, and he bounced back and bounced away.

The Langya dagger was held tightly by him.

The fat bird actually twisted comfortably, turned over under Qin Yin's nose, opened his shiny little eyes, and looked at each other with one bird.

Qin Yin was like facing a great enemy.

The fat bird seemed to have a little confused when he woke up, but after a breath, he suddenly reacted.

In an instant, the little eyes were filled with rage.

"It's you!"

"I actually want to eat this Saint!"

A mad momentum rose up on the bonfire, and red phantoms began to appear around. At this moment, the whole world seemed to be descending from some majestic will.

However……

It was a long time to say that, and then a shadow flashed through the fat bird's eyes, with a huge sense of oppression.

It seemed to know that object.

That's a... mallet?

"Go away."

Bang!

The huge wooden stick twitched heavily on its face, smashing a piece of Mars.

The mad momentum disappeared instantly, and the whole bird flew out nearly ten meters, crashed into a tree, and had no rebirth.

Qin Yin looked at the remaining red mist in the air and threw away the tightly held wooden stick.

"You just died because you talked too much."

The young man's solemn look was not at all. He was so small that he was so difficult to attract big monsters. His life was absolutely worrying.

It's approaching, it's approaching...

The bird remained motionless.

He stepped forward and grabbed it with all his might. Qin Yin held it tightly.

But I found that no matter how much effort he used, the fat bird's body did not deform at all, and it was as hard as a stone.

I grabbed a few feathers and tried to pull them out, but found that they were also ineffective.

This chubby red bird is like a cast iron.

"I can't pull out the hair..."

Qin Yin pulled out the Langya dagger and looked fierce, "Then I will cut you down."

At this moment, the red bird's eyes opened again, and each person and the bird froze.

【Why haven't died yet?!】

The bird's eyes showed mockery, "Want to cut your grandpa? Come on, I'm afraid of a knife? I'm just laughing off my feathers."

After saying that, he twisted his palm in Qin Yin's palm and exposed his neck, "Step it like this, come on, if you don't cut it, it's my grandson."

At this moment, the bird was extremely arrogant.

The muscles on the corners of Qin Yin's mouth were twitching, and he was actually ridiculed by a bird.

So the boy's face became colder and colder. Without saying anything, he pulled out the Langya dagger with a cold light and ferocious appearance!

Without a word of nonsense, the sharp dagger aimed at the fat bird's neck and stabbed it.

Unexpectedly, the Red Bird's eyes widened the moment Qin Yin pulled out the dagger, staring at the dagger, and the little eyes were filled with disbelief.

Yes, that's right, the arrogant and arrogant Bird Master just now is just incredible.

The dagger cuts the air silently and stabs in an instant!

Master Bird's eyes were wide open and his whole body was bulging.

Qin Yin felt fierce and shouted violently.

Time seems to be frozen in this moment...

"--grandfather!"

Another heart-warming sound, and it rushed straight into the sky spirit cover. Qin Yin felt his head buzzing.

The dagger suddenly stopped in front of the red bird's eyes.

The two small eyes stared at the tip of the dagger in horror, the yellow mouth opened, and the slender tongue twisted into twists.

"What did you say just now?" Qin Yin put his face in front of the fat bird.

"Grandpa!" With deep affection, the dark eyes stared at Qin Yin with tears in his eyes, "Don't kill me! I'm a little, little meat, it's not worth it!"

"You are quite fat." Qin Yin looked at it, his face cold.

The fat bird was so scared that his neck shook and shook his head desperately, "Empty fat, all of them are weak."

"Didn't you just ask me to cut you?"

"Fake, all are fake." His head was like a rattle.

"Will you run?"

"Won't."

"Okay, then I'll put you down."

Qin Yin let go of his hand, and the bird suddenly fell down, ecstasy flashed in his eyes, and his wings were about to wash away.

The dagger in this young man's hand was so strange that it actually made him feel the crisis of life and death!

It's a fool if you don't run.

However, a wooden stick suddenly appeared in the oblique ground and hit the head accurately.

Bang!

Mars collapsed and landed perfectly.

Qin Yin kicked the fat bird out of the soil with a ridiculous look in his eyes, "Do it again?"

"No, no, don't kill me, just bake me."

The fat bird staggered up and did not dare to fly around anymore. He walked to the bonfire under Qin Yin's nose step by step...

He jumped and landed accurately on the red stone slab, lay down obediently, closed his eyes tightly, and his voice trembled:

“Bake it.”

...

...

Crack.

...

"Add a little more fire, ah...comfortable."
To be continued...