Qingmang and his group went to Fuding Mountain, and he needed to inform them to leave as soon as possible. Judging from He Bingquan's demeanor, Qingmang and his group had already aroused his suspicion. He wasn't afraid of He Bingquan, but the group of old men behind He Bingquan made him wary.
After dealing with the younger ones, the older ones came. Those old guys were extremely difficult to deal with, and he didn't want to confront them for the time being.
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Under the blazing sun, golden rays bathed the earth. Deep in the Fuding Mountains, in a patch of grass, four adults and one child sat around a pile of stones, their five pairs of eyes fixed intently on the cracked eggshells churning in a stone pot above the pile.
An hour later, everyone was still in high spirits.
Two hours later, Hei Xiong and He Bai, unable to resist the drowsiness evoked by the sunlight, tilted their heads, reverted to their original forms, yawned, and lazily closed their eyes.
Three hours have passed...
After the blue monkey carried a large pile of unidentifiable fruits from the mountains, Silver Ring finally couldn't help but ask, "Green Python, why are these eggshells still hard? How come they won't soften when cooked?"
A group of demons, using whatever materials were available, managed to live like primitive people, smashing a stone pot with Black Xiong's fist to boil eggshells.
So, the Green Python clearly used magic to conjure an iron pot... but unfortunately, Silver Ring had a strange way of thinking. She thought an iron pot was a vulgar object, unworthy of being used to boil her eggshells. So, Black Bear conjured up a stone pot that was not vulgar at all, but in fact even more wretched than a vulgar object.
Let's not even talk about it, anyway, everyone is a bit confused by her bizarre ideas.
The green python's eyes twitched, and it shook its head: "...I don't know!"
These are clearly materials for refining weapons, yet you're going to cook them and eat them. Who knows if they'll even get soft from cooking them?
"It's been cooking for so long, forget it, let's just eat it like this." Yin Huan frowned, completely losing her patience.
With her little paws, she tried to scoop up the eggshells rolling in the stone pot and eat them.
Seeing this, the green python swiftly grabbed her, saying, "I'll do it..."
What a joke! She complains of tail pain even when climbing a mountain. Her skin is more delicate than that of an ordinary person. This boiling water would surely scald her little paws.
The green python acted immediately. It stopped Silver Ring, blew out the fire under the stone pot, and then scooped up the eggshell that Silver Ring longed for from the boiling water.
The green python weighed the eggshell in its hand, then said with a slight toothache, "Are you sure you want to eat this?"
Silver Ring snatched the eggshell away: "What's the point of keeping it if we're not going to eat it? Hmm, that's strange, why is the eggshell even harder?"
Green Python: "I think you'd better not eat it, it might break your teeth."
Silver Ring glanced at him, her little face contorted, and tentatively bit the eggshell.
"Hiss—I can't bite it!"
Green Python: "..."
This is clearly a material for refining weapons. Its hardness is even greater than that of crystal iron. It would be strange if you could bite through it with your tiny teeth, which are almost the size of a human's.
Just as Yin Huan was pondering how to swallow her eggshell, a long cry of an eagle rang out in the sky. Several demons who were idly boiling eggshells immediately looked up and gazed at the sky.
"Yo, Old Eagle Huo is here." Black Xiong yawned, stretched his strong limbs, raised his head, opened his leopard mouth as if to welcome Huo Fei's arrival, and let out a long howl.
Hearing the screech below, the enormous eagle circling in the sky looked down with its sharp eyes, spread its wings, and suddenly slammed down from the sky.
"What are you doing? How did you get to Fuding Mountain?" Huo Fei asked as soon as he landed.
"How did you know we were at Fuding Mountain? Could it be that you used some kind of tracking spell on us?" Hei Xiong squatted down, stretched out his blood-red mouth, and licked the hair on his legs twice.
Hearing Hei Xiong's words, Huo Fei remained calm and said, "Your whereabouts have been discovered by the Special Security Bureau. Leave Fuding Mountain as soon as possible."
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