Chapter 67: The Windwhisper Forest 7

Seeing that Leng Feng was unhurt, Hen Queqian trotted over to him, wanting to express her concern: "Are you injured?"

However, before the words left her mouth, she saw Leng Feng actually about to kick the monster that had just ambushed him right into the lake! At this sight, Hen Queqian quickly cried out, "Spare the beast under your foot!"

This left Leng Feng momentarily dazed. He turned around and looked at Hen Queqian with a puzzled expression: "What is it? Do you want this lumpy dragon too? Or is it that this lumpy dragon makes for some kind of delicacy?"

We're doomed. A cold and handsome guy has actually been trained by me into a professional foodie! The world is turning upside down! Hen Queqian gave an awkward chuckle and hurriedly nodded.

"This lumpy dragon can indeed be cooked into dishes, and the taste is actually quite good. Of course, that requires some specific cooking techniques! Besides, the skin of the lumpy dragon is even more precious. Once tanned, it can be made into leather boots, leather garments, leather bags, and so on!"

"So, you mustn't waste it! I know your family is very wealthy, but I am so poor! Therefore, could you lend me a little space in your spatial ring and help me store the lumpy dragon away first? How about it?"

Hen Queqian smiled timidly, her hands clasped and held upright against her chest as she looked at Leng Feng hopefully. Finding that Leng Feng merely frowned and remained unmoved, Hen Queqian's hopeful gaze flickered persistently: "Don't be like this! At worst, after we return to the Bitter Bamboo Grove, I'll cook the lumpy dragon for you. As for the skin and most of the meat, those still go to me, alright?"

"It seems to me that your Hen family isn't all that poor! How can you be so exaggerated about this? This is the first time I've ever heard that a lumpy dragon is edible! A lumpy dragon is merely a tier-one magical beast; even when other people hunt them, they simply discard them on the spot!"

The way Hen Queqian praised the lumpy dragon so highly only made Leng Feng all the more suspicious. Looking Hen Queqian up and down, Leng Feng muttered inwardly, could Hen Queqian possibly be even poorer than those who came to adventure in the Whispering Forest? Otherwise, there was no need to be so thoroughly grasping like a wild goose plucking its feathers!

Leng Feng had no idea that this was just the beginning for Hen Queqian! In days to come, Leng Feng would surely curse himself, wondering why on earth his spatial ring had to be so terribly large.

"Are you going to help or not? If you're not going to help, hand it over!" Seeing Leng Feng remaining completely indifferent, Hen Queqian pouted, stamped her foot, and held out her hand in a threatening manner.

Yet seeing her act this way, Leng Feng wore a look of utter bewilderment: "Hand what over?"

"Money, of course! You just ate so many dishes I worked so hard to make. Don't tell me that now they're in your stomach, you're going to renege on the debt? If you won't help me, cough up the money!"

"But, if we really want to trace it back, that multicolored chicken was killed by me, you know!" Leng Feng's mouth twitched slightly. The moment the words left his mouth, however, he knew he had blundered. Because the moment he said that, Hen Queqian was bound to have even more reasons to demand money.

Just as Leng Feng anticipated, Hen Queqian let out a humph: "You killed it, that's true, but the one who plucked the feathers was me, the one who prepared it was me, the one who stir-fried it was me, and the one who cooked the meal was still me! Therefore, I worked harder than you, so naturally you need to pay me money! If you don't want to pay me money, then help me store the lumpy dragon away!" With that, Hen Queqian tilted her chin up and looked at Leng Feng with a triumphant expression.

"Aren't we friends, after all? What's the point of talking about such things between friends..." Leng Feng's voice dropped a little lower.