Chapter 287

"Pop!"

Sparks flew, and the holy fire went out.

Demon God Prometheus and Old Demon He Teyao opened their eyes at the same time.

Demon God Prometheus showed a ferocious look: "Damn junior, actually dared to grab the holy fire from me. If it weren't for you, I would have already finished refining the soul and restored my Demon God cultivation."

Old Demon He Teyao looked gloomy: "Damn old thing, you were the one who grabbed my holy fire. If it weren't for you, how could I have become this state of neither demon nor god."

Prometheus: "Junior, I want you to die!"

He Teyao: "Old thing, I want to skin you and pull your tendons."

Zhang Xingyu looked at these two old demons in surprise.

It doesn't make sense! These two old demons, having suffered the pain of holy fire soul refining, are actually perfectly fine.

He waved his hand at these two old demons: "Hey hey, you two, stop arguing. If you want to take action, hurry up, if not, shut up, don't affect me talking to Love God sister."

After speaking, he took out two chairs and a bag of melon seeds from his magic bag.

"Come, come, Love God sister, eat melon seeds. Let's sit down, crack melon seeds, and watch the big show."

Demon God Prometheus and Old Demon He Teyao turned their heads together.

They glared at Zhang Xingyu fiercely, and then reached their hands toward their magic rings.

The fight started again.

After watching for a while, Zhang Xingyu spat out a melon seed shell and asked Alice with a grin: "Love God sister, do you think these two old guys haven't grown up? Their ages added together are several tens of thousands of years, and they still like to fight."

Alice shook her head: "No, they are blinded by desire."

"Zhang Xingyu, I'm going back. In the future, if you reach the Immortal Realm, you can come to my divine temple to find me."

"Love God sister, stay a while longer. We hit it off at first sight, I really can't bear to see you leave."

"There is no banquet in the world that doesn't end. If there is fate, we will always meet."

Alice stood up.

She looked at the two old demons who were fighting fiercely, frowned slightly and said: "Since you are so combative, then I will send you to the Three Realms Battlefield. I hope you can stay there for three thousand years."

Alice waved her little hand, and the two Demon Kings turned into light and disappeared instantly.

"Sister is mighty. Sister, is that Three Realms Battlefield very terrifying?" Zhang Xingyu asked with a face full of gossip.

"Not terrifying. Anyway, with your little ability, you won't live for a quarter of an hour there." Alice answered.

"Uh..." Zhang Xingyu was speechless.

"You are too weak, sister will find someone to protect you, I hope you can step into the Immortal Realm one day."

Alice waved her little hand again, and the sky was filled with golden light, overflowing the divine temple.

A moment later, the golden light dissipated, and the divine temple returned to its past tranquility.

The Love God had already left, leaving only a divine lamp shining in front of the divine altar.

At the foot of the Divine Mountain, by the Danube River.

A young girl sat on the grass, blowing a long flute with her lips, exhaling orchid-like breath.

The clear and pleasant flute sound drifted with the wind, drifting to the fields, drifting to the pine forest, drifting to the hills.

In front of her, the clear river water flowed gently, the splashing sound of the water seeming to accompany her singing.

Zhang Xingyu had a blade of grass in his mouth, lying quietly on the grass.

The sun was warm, the spring breeze was gentle, and the grass and trees were fragrant.

On such an afternoon, having a good sleep is the best way to wash away the fatigue of the whole body.

It had been three days since he left the divine temple.

For three days, he and Demon King Harry had been recuperating in this small village at the foot of the mountain.

He leaves, Harry leaves.

He doesn't leave, Harry doesn't leave.

This made Zhang Xingyu very depressed.

Who likes to have a Demon King following them, and this Demon King is also a Demon Demon.

"I said Brother Harry, the holy fire is already gone, let's part ways here."

"No."

"Why not. Could it be that you still want to rely on me?"

"Yes. Or, you can undo the Life-and-Death Curse for me."

"What Life-and-Death Curse?"

A moment later, Zhang Xingyu let out a painful howl: "Love God sister, you harmed me!"

The next day, something that made Zhang Xingyu even more depressed happened.

This morning, Demon King Harry actually changed into women's clothing, a tight-fitting light blue long dress.

Seeing this Demon Demon who was more enchanting than a woman, Zhang Xingyu couldn't help but lose his focus.

"Are you a man or a woman?"

"Guess."

On the Danube River, the waves were sparkling.

A fisherman was driving a small boat, happily casting his fishing net into the river.

His luck had been quite good during this period.

Every day he went out on the boat, he always had a full boat of harvest.

Thank God! Thank God for giving me a harvest!

Every day, the fisherman silently chanted in his heart.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the fisherman pulled up his fishing net.

A happy smile hung on his face.

Today was another full harvest day.

After docking and putting away the boat, the fisherman carried a few golden carp and walked quickly toward the lawn on the shore.

On the lawn, the grill for roasting fish had already been set up.

The charcoal fire in the grill had been lit, and wisps of green smoke were drifting with the wind.

Beside the grill, the guests and his family were waiting.

The roasted fish made by the guests smelled delicious, and it was the delicacy his whole family was looking forward to most.

Zhang Xingyu stood beside the grill, with all kinds of seasonings laid out in front of him.

These seasonings were bought from the town by the fisherman's wife at his request, costing him a full ten gold coins.

"Uncle Toke, how was the harvest today?"

"Thanks to you, the whole boat cabin was filled."

While speaking, the fisherman's wife had already taken the golden carp from her husband's hands and skillfully processed them.

Before long, slices of snow-white fish were strung onto iron skewers.

At this time, Demon King Harry became busy.

Under Zhang Xingyu's command, he carefully brushed seasonings evenly onto every piece of fish.

After each seasoning was brushed, he waited for a while before brushing on another.

The purpose of waiting was to let the fish meat absorb the flavor better.

Zhang Xingyu said to Harry: Let the flavor of the seasoning fly in the fish meat for a while longer.

After all the seasonings had been brushed once, Harry stoked the charcoal fire.

Wrapped in flames, the fish meat gradually turned golden.

Crystal-clear grease slid down the iron skewers, constantly making "sizzle, sizzle" sounds.

Harry's hands flew, and the surface of the golden fish meat was coated with grease and spices again.

Fisherman Toke swallowed hard.

His belly growled uncooperatively, which made his old face flush red.

In front of the grill, Zhang Xingyu was loudly reprimanding Harry.

"What's going on with you? These few pieces are roasted like black charcoal."

"With your level, don't go out and say you're my apprentice. If you say you're my apprentice, it's simply losing my face as the God of Cooking."

"I've told you how many times, the speed must be fast, the hand must be steady, and the rotation must be even. Look at you, not only is your hand speed slow, but some are turned, and some are not turned for a long time."

"With you being so stupid, you still want to learn cooking. I advise you to go home, wash up, and sleep."

Demon King Harry's little face flushed red, and the speed of turning the iron skewers became obviously hurried.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? As a qualified chef, you must not be disturbed by any external factors. Look at you, look at you, your psychological quality is not up to standard, how can you be a good chef."

Finally, Zhang Xingyu stopped nagging.

Demon King Harry took down the roasted fish one by one.

The fish meat was golden and crispy, smelling delicious.

Fisherman Toke, who was waiting on the side, could no longer hold back.

"Guest, please give me a skewer first."