Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

"And even if it is, it doesn't have much to do with you."

"Why..."

"Don't worry, I will protect you." Before Wang Xiaoming could refute, Lucifer cut off his words first, patted his head and comforted him, "No matter what, I will protect you."

"Male god, my future depends entirely on you!" It's not that Wang Xiaoming doesn't believe in his own ability, but that in this world where force is paramount, he doesn't dare to gamble his eloquence and intelligence with his integrity and three views!

"Okay, okay." Lucifer smiled and rubbed Wang Xiaoming's hair again, then took his hand and walked to his courtyard, "Hurry up and go home for dinner, it's getting dark, you're not hungry Is it?"

"Hungry!" Lucifer didn't say it, but Wang Xiaoming immediately felt empty in his stomach.

After the two returned to Lucifer's yard, Lucifer continued to process the half-processed ingredients just now, while Wang Xiaoming was in charge of watching.

Although knowing that Wang Xiaoming is willing to look through Baiji's memory, there will be no big problem in dealing with the prey.But considering that Wang Xiaoming had never been in the kitchen since he was a child, Lucifer didn't intend to leave things like cramp, skinning and bone picking to him—for fear that he would hurt himself.

Hearing what Lucifer said, Wang Xiaoming, who looked through Baiji's memory and found that he might have to deal with a whole animal directly, instantly showed a bright smile: "Lucifer, you are really the best." For a long time in the future, the integrity will be tied to Lucifer, and Wang Xiaoming is ready to spare no effort to praise Lucifer anytime and anywhere.

"Call Baowu." Lucifer pointed to a stone beside him and said, "You have to get used to calling me that, after all, orcs have very sensitive hearing."

"I'll work hard." Wang Xiaoming obediently finished on the stone, watching Lucifer handle the animal in his hand.

"Also, watch how I do it." Lucifer continued to remind, "After all, if it is late autumn, the male beasts in the village may go out hunting and not come back for several days. Before that, you must learn how to Handle the food yourself."

"I will study hard!" Wang Xiaoming nodded, looking very cute, cute and sensible.

Lucifer turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoming distractedly, and found that he was indeed looking at him all the time, and didn't turn his head because the scene was too bloody, so he continued to guide Wang Xiaoming verbally while doing his hands.

"Go to make a fire." Seeing that the sheep beast in his hand - a creature that looks like a sheep - has almost been dealt with, Lucifer turned his head and said to Wang Xiaoming.

"Okay." After Wang Xiaoming responded, he got up and walked to a corner of Lucifer's courtyard—it was a small area that existed in every orc's yard in the world in this book, similar to a kitchen.

In this area, there are utensils used to drill wood for fire, burning wood, clean water, large pebbles and various clay pots.

"Do you want to eat boiled meat or grilled meat at night?" Wang Xiaoming asked by the way after taking out the tools he needed from the 'kitchen' - he searched through Bai Ji's memory and found that there are only these two ways to deal with meat in this world .

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." Wang Xiaoming replied. After all, from the perspective of a modern person, the final taste of these two methods is probably not very good--Bai Ji's memory is like a movie, and Wang Xiaoming cannot use his memory to come back. 'Taste' the food, so he can only speculate based on his common sense.

"Then let's barbecue." Lucifer made a final decision.

Since Lucifer decided to barbecue, Wang Xiaoming was not going to boil the water, so after lighting the fire, he returned to Lucifer and continued to watch him handle the animal meat.

"Go get a can of water." Lucifer saw that Wang Xiaoming was sitting and had nothing to do, so he assigned him another job.

"En?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Lucifer in confusion, "Didn't you mean to eat barbecue?"

"You don't think this meat can be grilled directly, do you?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded, there was nothing wrong with that in his memory.

"Although most of the time, we need to do things in line with the times, there is no need to really embarrass ourselves so much." Lucifer smiled and explained to Wang Xiaoming, "It's not frying steak, how can bloody meat be delicious? .”

"Oh." Wang Xiaoming nodded half-understood, picked up the biggest clay pot in the 'kitchen', searched Baiji's memory, and then went to the stream by the village alone.

When Wang Xiaoming came back with a pot of water, besides him, there was another person in Lucifer's yard.

"Baowu, you really don't think about it?" Wang Xiaoming heard this sentence just after entering the courtyard, and sighed silently in his heart: "This Baowu is really very popular. '

"I only need a subordinate beast." Lucifer gave the other party an unnecessary answer very coldly.

According to Baiji's memory that Wang Xiaoming has seen, after the courtship is rejected, generally female or sub-beasts will readily choose to give up. .So even though he ran into such an embarrassing situation, he didn't choose to avoid it, but continued to walk into the yard with the pot in his arms.

However, it was Wang Xiaoming's taking of Lucifer's yard as his own, which deeply stimulated the female beast.In the blink of an eye, the female beast stripped off the animal skin on her body in front of the two of them, and then pounced on where Lucifer was standing, as if she was going to fight with the road in front of the public and in full view. The appearance of Xifa cooking raw rice into rice.

"I'm going! Is it so exciting!" Wang Xiaoming, who grew up so old and had only seen female nudes in pornographic films, covered his eyes tightly with his hands without saying a word—he completely forgot about his arms Still holding the fact of a clay pot.

And at the moment when the clear sound of the clay pot falling to the ground sounded, Lucifer, who had already escaped the pounce of the female beast, picked up Wang Xiaoming, who was in the yard with the pestle, and ran outside.

"Wait, wait!" Because Wang Xiaoming covered his eyes and didn't know what happened in these few seconds, he didn't come back to his senses until Lucifer ran out of the yard, "You think you are fighting a sack!"

"It's awkward." Hearing the protest, Lucifer grabbed Wang Xiaoming's feet, pulled him down, and let him sit directly on his forearm, "Hold him tight."

Wang Xiaoming, who finally didn't have to rest his stomach on Lucifer's shoulders, instantly tightened his grip on Lucifer's neck.