Chapter 66: The Windwhisper Forest VI

"Glutton, the beggar's chicken needs a little more time before it's ready! Now, please clear all of this up, and ideally take every bit of it down to the lakeside to wash. Once they're dry, just toss them into your spatial ring and store them away!"

Looking at Leng Feng's astonished expression, Hen Quexi called out once more, ordering him around.

"Why should it be me?" Just as Hen Quexi had anticipated, Leng Feng protested loudly with great dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, Hen Quexi was not surprised in the least. She lazily reclined on the grass, waved a hand, and said, "Why not you? Don't forget, I was the one who busied myself preparing today's entire meal! Since that's the case, in the spirit of fairness, cleaning up after the meal naturally falls to you!"

Hmph, would Hen Quexi ever admit to Leng Feng that men needed to be properly trained? Once you've captured a man's stomach, the training must begin! After all, combining carrots with big sticks was the ultimate rule for taming a husband!

Surveying the mess scattered across the ground, Leng Feng felt extremely reluctant. Yet, Hen Quexi's words did seem to make a lot of sense. Rubbing his stuffed belly in resignation, he stood up and walked over slowly.

As he began tidying up, it suddenly occurred to him that Hen Quexi hadn't called him by his name, but rather as "Glutton." Leng Feng widened his eyes, shooting a piercing glare in Hen Quexi's direction. "Why do you call me Glutton? My name doesn't have those two characters in it!"

"Does your behavior not match it? Just look at this mess on the ground—at least two-thirds of it is the result of your wild stuffing yourself! If I don't call you a glutton, what else can I call you? Besides, don't you think the title of glutton suits you to a tee?"

Confronted with Hen Quexi's rhetorical question, Leng Feng froze. He narrowed his eyes, and ultimately concluded that it actually fit quite well! Only, why did those two words sound somewhat derogatory? Especially coming out of Hen Quexi's mouth.

Harboring these strange thoughts, Leng Feng finished cleaning up the wreckage and headed toward the lake.

There was no dish soap in this world, but fortunately, Leng Feng had brought his entire kitchen along, which naturally included some pods for making soapy water. As he washed the items, the greasy residue drifted outward along the ripples, carrying the mouth-watering aroma of the five-colored chicken across the water.

The lake water was far from tranquil; lurking within were various beasts and magical creatures. Catching the alluring scent, they began to converge on the spot.

While Hen Quexi leisurely waited for the beggar's chicken in the campfire to finish cooking, she kept an eye on Leng Feng's direction. Noticing a strange disturbance rippling across the lake surface and appearing to close in on Leng Feng, Hen Quexi sprang to her feet and shouted at the top of her lungs,

"Leng Feng, watch out! There's danger in the lake!"

Hearing Hen Quexi's warning, Leng Feng's heart tightened. Without turning his head, he pushed off with the tips of his toes and leaped backward. With a heavy splash, a massive dark shadow burst forth from the lake, hurtling toward the spot where Leng Feng had just been standing, its bloody maw wide open.

Having missed its first strike against Leng Feng, the behemoth lost the initiative. Its jaws snapped shut on empty air, the impact jarring its own head into a daze. It paused momentarily in place.

Seizing this opportunity, Leng Feng swiftly drew his sword and thrust it straight toward the massive creature's eye. Channeling his martial spiritual energy, which vibrated with a sharp, piercing friction sound, his blade drove through the monster's eye and straight into its brain, dispatching the beast in a single blow.

Seeing that Leng Feng was safe and sound, Hen Quexi could not help but let out a sigh of relief.

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