Chapter 112

Afterward, Nüwa returned to the Nüwa Palace, preparing to go into seclusion and cultivate.

On this day, Lin Xia sank into cultivation.

The two silly creatures lay on the grass, gnawing on bamboo shoots and basking in the sun.

Just at this moment, turmoil suddenly occurred in the distance.

Two demons had sneaked into the outer human tribe and began to slaughter the human race.

Lin Xia's small face turned cold instantly.

Sister Nüwa had already warned Di Jun; he hadn't expected that there would still be demons poaching the human race.

This Demon Race was truly wild and hard to tame.

Lin Xia flashed his figure and descended directly upon the distant human tribe.

The two chicken-headed demons hadn't even acted before they were slapped to death by him, not even letting out a scream.

Carrying the corpses of the two demons, Lin Xia returned to Mount Shouyang.

He set up an iron pot, plucked the feathers, and boiled water.

Adding various spices and seasonings to it.

Before long, the water in the pot boiled, and a delicious fragrance spread out.

After being purified by the spiritual energy of creation, the delicious iron-pot stewed meat was fresh out of the pot.

Lin Xia ate while saying to the two silly creatures:

"You two, do you want a piece?"

Xiong Batian glanced into the iron pot, then withdrew his gaze and said:

"Big brother, are you insulting me? I am a vegetarian."

Xiong Aotian also shook its head firmly.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat? Don't regret it later."

Lin Xia said.

Xiong Aotian took a bite of a bamboo shoot and said righteously:

"Big brother, don't worry. I, Xiong Aotian, only eat vegetables in my life; even if I die, I won't eat a piece of your meat."

They, the iron-willed Xiong Batian and the true-to-his-word Xiong Aotian—did he really think they were just talking? They weren't joking with him.