Jian Douluo had a smiling expression on his face, surprisingly not angry at all. Instead, he said, "Okay, if you have the ability, I'll let you raise it. But to prove your strength, you have to get Rongrong's first spirit ring."
"Grandpa Jian, what are you talking about?" Ning Rongrong stomped her little feet in shame, her face red and she pouting.
What do you mean by "I'll let you raise me"? Grandpa Jian is such a shameless old man. Ning Rongrong's little face was filled with shyness. Humph, I can raise myself too.
Jian Douluo laughed a few times.
Ye Zhiqiu: ???
Oh shit, Jian Douluo was so cold when we met before, why did his attitude change so much now?
You're not even angry at such a joke? Are you taking a fancy to me? Are you so social just because I'm talented? These people from big families are so realistic.
What should I do now? Should I really help Ning Rongrong hunt for her first spirit ring? This old man clearly wants to test his own abilities. If I agree, wouldn't that just be fulfilling his wish?
Ye Zhiqiu's mind was in a tizzy, with a confused look on his face.
Jian Douluo, a seasoned figure, could tell what Ye Zhiqiu was thinking at a glance and said with a smile, "Little guy, it's okay if you don't agree. I won't make it difficult for you. Just find us another 350-year-old Iron-eating Panda Beast."
Ye Zhiqiu's face turned black,
You call this not difficult? Where can I find a 350-year-old iron-eating panda beast for you? This kind of soul beast must be a rare species, right?
"Well, senior, since I stole the spirit ring that you all had your eyes on, I feel that I have an obligation to help this little girl hunt for a suitable spirit ring. Leave this little thing to me," Ye Zhiqiu assured, patting his chest with confidence.
Ye Zhiqiu also looked at it with a more open mind. Isn't it just a small matter of hunting one more hundred-year-old soul beast? For him, it's easy.
Just don't reveal all your strength and trump cards.
Since you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy it. -Lu Xun
However, Ning Rongrong was immediately displeased when she heard Ye Zhiqiu, a little kid who was not much older than her, call herself a little girl. "Who are you calling a little girl? You are a little kid yourself," Ning Rongrong asked angrily, hands on her hips. This little look was quite cute.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't say anything. He just came to her side and stretched out his hand to compare their heights. Ning Rongrong was a full head shorter than Ye Zhiqiu.
The facts proved everything, and Ning Rongrong immediately became depressed.
However, the eldest daughter's temper made her still unwilling to admit defeat. She could only mutter in dissatisfaction, "I will grow taller in the future. Now I will let you keep a head of distance, and I will catch up later."
"Puchi." Ye Zhiqiu laughed out loud.
Why is this girl's thinking so weird? Are you sure you can catch up with me?
Even Jian Douluo couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed a few times. Your idea is really like that of the eldest lady of our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
However, seeing Ning Rongrong's wide eyes glaring at him, Jian Douluo instantly closed his mouth, pretending to be calm and changing the subject. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu and said, "Little guy, what's your name, and which family are you from?"
Ning Rongrong saw that Grandpa Jian, who was mocking him, was talking about serious matters, so she pouted and gave up the idea of making a fuss.
The corner of Jian Douluo's mouth curled up slightly. He knew Ning Rongrong's temper very well.
Ye Zhiqiu saw everything and had no intention of exposing Jian Douluo. He just continued, "Senior, my name is Ye Zhiqiu. I'm a freshman at Notting College. My home is in the Holy Soul Village, more than 400 miles away from the Soul Hunting Forest. I'm not from any family." While Ye Zhiqiu was replying to Jian Douluo, he ran to the iron-eating panda beast, took out a small dagger, and took some effort to cut off four bear paws and a piece of thigh meat.
He did not forget his original intention of killing this iron-eating panda beast.
Jian Douluo pondered, "Notting Academy? I've never heard of it. It's probably some low-ranking academy." This kid is very talented. Although I don't know what kind of martial spirit he has, it's probably not bad. The fact that he doesn't have a family is even better. I must find a way to get him to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Jian Douluo came to Ye Zhiqiu and looked at him peeling the skin and hair off the paw of the Iron-eating Panda Beast. He asked curiously, "This Iron-eating Panda Beast is quite rare. Its 350-year spirit ring should suit you quite well. If you don't absorb the spirit ring, why are you cutting off its paw?"
"Let's have some barbecue. This spirit ring is too lousy. It's not worthy of me." Ye Zhiqiu replied, and then continued to work on the things at hand without looking back.
Jian Douluo's face darkened. This kid was really arrogant. He actually said that a 350-year-old iron-eating panda beast spirit ring was not worthy of him?
But after thinking about it, Jian Douluo actually felt that it was somewhat possible. After all, this little guy's body was a bit abnormal.
This is a body that can kill a 350-year-old soul beast with one kick. With such a physique, it may be possible to absorb soul rings of even higher age.
Jian Douluo became somewhat interested. He wanted to see what Ye Zhiqiu's limit was and how many years of soul rings he would need to hunt for him.
Ye Zhiqiu had no idea what Jian Douluo was thinking. He just peeled the skin and removed the hair from the bear paw in his hand skillfully, then washed it with purified water from the Lone Bamboo that he had hunted before, and then found some firewood to start his barbecue.
The thing that is most abundant in this Soul Hunting Forest is firewood, which is available everywhere.
The fire rack was quickly set up, and for a gourmet, a fire starter is naturally a must-have.
The small flame quickly spread and turned into a fiery red flame.
Ye Zhiqiu first roasted the bear paws and legs over the flame until they were half cooked, then took them down, cut off the burnt skin, revealing the half-cooked and juicy tendon meat inside, and then Ye Zhiqiu skillfully applied the secret seasoning.
When the firewood was almost burned out, leaving only red charcoal and some scattered flames, Ye Zhiqiu put the bear paws and legs on and did the final finishing work.
Jian Douluo and Ning Rongrong watched the whole process from the side. They had eaten barbecue before, but this kind of delicious and mouth-watering barbecue was the first time they had seen it.
No matter what it tastes like, the aroma alone can add countless points.
"Gurgle~" Ning Rongrong swallowed.
Jian Douluo also stared at the barbecue with shining eyes. Although he was not a greedy person, he now had a desire to chop up a big piece of it. The barbecue was so fragrant.
After nearly half an hour, the charcoal fire had basically died down, and the temperature was no longer high. The iron-eating panda meat had already been roasted to a golden color, especially the thigh tendon, which made people want to take a bite.
Ye Zhiqiu took out a small dagger, cut the barbecue into small strips, placed them on a large leaf of an unknown species that had been prepared long ago, and divided them equally between Jian Douluo and Ning Rongrong.
Ye Zhiqiu and Jian Douluo were both gnawing on the bear paws with big mouthfuls, occasionally grabbing a piece of meat, eating until their mouths were full of oil, with a look of satisfaction on their faces.
Ning Rongrong initially cared about her ladylike image, but soon she couldn't help it and began to swallow in big gulps.
The three of them were immersed in the world of food and couldn't extricate themselves.