Violators Club

Chapter 1124 The Monster in the Flame
Seventy to eighty centimeters of reinforced concrete was torn apart. Under Leifa's ravages, everything around was destroyed, and the ground was in a mess. Around the broken boards, there were still traces of charcoal left by Leifa.

Holding a weapon, Zhang San pointed at Li Si's forehead.

His body had turned into charcoal, and he could only vaguely recognize the shape of a human being. The Sand Eagle, which was the foundation of his life, had turned into a puddle of molten iron under the high temperature.

The old celestial master, dressed in celestial cave clothes, with a childlike face and white hair, walked in through the torn gate, followed by a disciple Zhao Huanjin in a blue coat.

Looking at the only person who survived the scene, the old Tianshi asked calmly:

"Full sex?"

Opening his mouth, Li Si wanted to explain something, but looking at the calm, even a little indifferent eyes of the old master, he felt that it was more terrifying than being pointed at with a gun:
"Correct."

The old heavenly master nodded, and continued to ask:

"Have you killed someone?"

His body was tense, his back was wet with sweat, and the cold sweat on his forehead was gushing like a fountain. Li Si stammered, "Kill...kill...killed."

Looking around, looking at these charred corpses that were inhuman under the thunder, the old Tianshi asked again:
"Do you regret it?"

Looking at the old heavenly master in front of him, Li Si's mouth was bitter. He recalled some things in the past, and thought of his beautiful wife and young daughter at home, which made him very upset:
"I regret it, if you give me another chance, I will definitely..."

But before he finished speaking, the old Tianshi slapped his backhand in the air.

"Snap"!
The crisp sound is like a watermelon that exploded in the summer. Looking at the fresh corpse that lost its head, slumped on the ground, sprayed a lot of blood from the cavity, stained the ground red, and had muscles twitching constantly?

The old celestial master curled his lips, his cold expression was speechless:
"I regret it now, what did I do earlier?"

Saying that, the old master turned his head to look at the taciturn disciple behind him, smiling like a kind old man:

"Huanjin, call someone to clean it up. Although it is to punish evil and promote good, let's not cause trouble to the country."

……Dividing line……

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye. Although the old master walked slowly, he still arrived at the Xilingrad prairie.

The sky is green and the fields are vast.

The endless prairie, there are no majestic mountains here, the calf-high green grass, like a piece of emerald green carpet, is spread on these gentle hills.

It is like an incomparably huge green carpet, giving people an unprecedented grandeur and softness.

It's a pity that the above-mentioned scene only exists in comics and novels, and it doesn't exist in the real world.

At least, not now, after all you don't see what time it is.

In December, the grassland has already entered the winter. Looking around, the land is withered and yellow, except for a very small part of the grassland that has not been harvested, there are still some withered grasses.

The whole land gives people the impression of only four words - chilling, desolation!
The grassland is very cold, and the terrain here is flat, nothing can withstand the ravages of the wind, which is why there are few trees in the grassland.

Because only low, flexible plants can survive in this environment.

And in such a hill, there is a thick white yurt.

There was a strong wind outside, and the sky was full of yellow sand, but there was a tempting smell of meat floating inside.

Large pieces of charcoal glowed red at high temperatures, accompanied by bursts of continuous energy release, making the temperature of the entire yurt at least [-] to [-] degrees higher than outside.

A huge grill that requires more than a dozen people to operate together, with a variety of meat on the skewers.

There are fat and strong free-range roosters that have been raised for more than a year, lambs purchased from herdsmen, and a beef cattle weighing two to three hundred catties. grease.

There is at least one cow, seven or eight sheep, and dozens of roast chickens.

At a glance, these meats can almost satisfy the diet of hundreds of people. If you want to roast all of them, you need at least four or five skilled barbecue masters.

But in fact, there is only one chef on site. The other has pink hair, a charming face, and fair and smooth skin, just like freshly baked soft tofu.

More than a week ago, the retreating forces gathered at the temporary stronghold. At that time, Shen Chong, one of the four madmen, asked a question-where did the bone scraping knife Xia He go?
Now the answer came out, now she is in the Xilingrad prairie, but she is not a member of Quan Xing, facing the coming old master, but as Chen Changqing's chef.

This also explains why there is only one chef.Even if a woman's strength is not as strong as a man's, Xia He is a master after all, and the physical work of barbecue is still acceptable.

It's just that compared to the night when the Luo Tian Dajiao ended, Xia He, who was so charming in front of Zhang Lingyu, was a little less seductive at the moment, and a little more human-like, and he looked much more honest. .

As for the reason?
Rotating the steel fork of the barbecue, looking at the maroon-red roasted chicken and the roasted whole lamb next to it, he picked up a brush to apply the last layer of seasoning on it, and then sprinkled a layer of cooked sesame seeds on it.

Including the steel fork for the barbecue, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, the roast chicken and roast whole lamb that required two adults to pick up were picked up by Xia He alone.

Looking up at the man sitting in the middle of the yurt, Xia He's eyes flashed fear, even fear!
The upper body is naked, and the skin is reddish.

The bulging muscles, like the Fire Demon King in the depths of hell, exude suffocating heat.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, there are no wool blankets around, not even wooden tables and chairs.

The surrounding earth has been dried and cracked into pieces under the continuous high temperature baking.

At this moment, Chen Changqing's body temperature was above [-] to [-] degrees, which was enough to reach the ignition point of wood, and all the utensils were made of high-temperature-resistant metal products.

Just getting a little closer is like entering a furnace.

Even the air he breathes can burn his trachea, resisting the high temperature that almost kills him.

Xia He placed the barbecue in front of Chen Changqing extremely quickly.

Then he backed away as if fleeing, although he knew that the other party would not kill him, but in less than two seconds, Xia He seemed to have experienced a life and death.

Five days ago, Xia He followed Chen Changqing to the Xilingrad Prairie.

Four days ago, Chen Changqing found a place, booked a yurt, and a lot of food and drinking water.

Three days ago, at the request of Chen Changqing, Xia He, as a cook, became busy. Her task was very simple, which was to help Chen Changqing prepare food and drinking water.

And from three days ago until now, Xia He seemed to be experiencing life and death every time, and her changes were completed within these 72 hours.

Sitting upright in the center of the yurt, under the reddish skin, muscles bulged.

Eating for 72 hours made his body bigger and bigger.

Chen Changqing's current height is close to [-] meters, with thick palms and fingers like carrots.

It doesn't feel like a normal human, like a hybrid of human and giant, like a monster born in flames.

The fat and juicy grilled chicken is like roasted quail in Chen Changqing's hands. The moment the scorching heat is touched, the fat on the surface is directly ignited.

The originally red and bright maroon chicken skin was carbonized under intense heat.

But Chen Changqing didn't care, he opened his mouth, and the high temperature sprayed out from his mouth distorted the air.

White Fang, exuding a chill, bit his muscles, chewing along with his teeth.

Whether it's tough muscles, smooth and juicy fat, or hard bones, they are all evenly cut into pieces at this moment.

Along with swallowing, the free-range chicken, enough to feed a family of three, was swallowed by Chen Changqing.

(End of this chapter)