Other than various crystals, there were also some good medicinal pills in the Qiankun Bag.
"Circle my ass!"
After seeing something, Du Feng almost tore the Qiankun Bag apart. Because he found a small porcelain bottle. There was no problem with the medicinal pills inside, the key was that this bottle belonged to the Alchemy Emperor Hall. Back then, the Alchemy Emperor liked to refine pills and stored a large number of medicine bottles. His medicine bottle was different from other people's, there was a hidden Du character in the pattern.
It was not easy for others to see it, but Du Feng recognized it at a glance. He had played with those medicine bottles since he was young, how could he not recognize it. What did this woman, Shangguan Yun, do to the Alchemy Emperor Hall, even giving medicine bottles to her subordinates to use.
It was simply a reckless waste of God's gifts, such a precious medicine bottle was used to store Water Healing Pills. This woman only knew how to scheme and never understood medicinal pills. Du Feng cleared out the medicinal pills inside and changed them into other porcelain bottles, keeping this medicine bottle with commemorative meaning alone.
After Du Feng tidied up the things, he looked at the surrounding ruins and suddenly felt a chill. His current Cultivation was already immune to cold and heat. Logically speaking, he should not feel cold. This was a kind of cold that came from the heart. It was not the coldness of body temperature, but the desolation of the heart.
After walking so far, there was not a single tree, not a single blade of grass, he also did not know how those sand dune worms survived. Maybe he should not have entered the boneyard in a hurry, waiting for Murong Mansha and the others to accompany him. But thinking of snatching the Dry Zen Praying Mat and the many dangers he would face, Du Feng still decided to rely on himself.
In this kind of windy weather, it was the most suitable to eat roast chicken and drink wine. He picked up some broken stones on the ground and built a simple stove. In that corner that was sheltered from the wind, he began to make roast chicken. Because the air here did not contain oxygen, he could not make an ordinary fire, he could only rely on his own fire to roast.
The flame in his palm roasted the stones, and the stones then conducted the heat to the marinated firewood chicken. After a while, it began to sizzle and emit oil. Bursts of fragrance wafted out, Du Feng knew that this was done. No matter how high the Cultivation of a Martial Artist was, he was still a human, a living person. Humans couldn't live without three meals a day and couldn't forget the taste of the mundane world.
This was especially true for a layman like Du Feng. Although he was an alchemy genius, he was never willing to use Fasting Pills to replace food. One must have seven emotions and six desires in life. If one was like a piece of cold stone all day long, then what was the point of living?
"Hiss … Ha!"
After a mouthful of Shaojiu, his mouth was burning and his stomach was warm. It was really comfortable. He pulled off a drumstick and was about to put it in his mouth. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by, and the drumstick in his hand was gone.
"Who are you?!"
Du Feng was scared out of his wits. In such a place that was full of danger, it was simply too dangerous for him to not know when someone was so close to him. Fortunately, the other party wanted a chicken drumstick. If he was the one who launched a sneak attack, he wouldn't even have a chance to defend himself.
What kind of person could actually make a move without a sound? He couldn't even sense a trace of elemental energy wave. Du Feng looked over and saw a dark-skinned child holding a drumstick in his hand, looking at him with a timid expression.
That skinny and bony look showed that he was starving. But his eyes were filled with hesitation and struggle, as if he knew that it wasn't right to snatch other people's food. The drumstick moved to his mouth and put it down. After putting it down, he picked it up again, wanting to eat. After repeating this a few times, he was so anxious that he actually cried.
"Eat it, it's yours."
Looking at this scene, Du Feng immediately let his guard down. The one who launched a sneak attack on him wasn't a savage demonic beast, nor was it a cunning explorer, but a hungry child. From the outline of the face, it should be a little girl.
Whose child was this? How did she survive in this place without food and oxygen? With doubts, Du Feng wanted to get closer to take a look. But the little girl was very alert and quickly hid to the side.
"Ying ying …"
She wanted to speak, but her mouth couldn't make a complete sound. She held the oily drumstick with both hands, as if she wanted to return it to Du Feng. In this place where resources were extremely scarce, a drumstick was really too important.
Du Feng completely understood why he couldn't sense the sneak attack. Because this little girl didn't have any Cultivation at all, so naturally, there wouldn't be any elemental energy waves. Not only did she not have any elemental energy waves, but he couldn't even sense any signs of life. Just like the gray desolate ground, it was as cold as death.
"This is for you to eat, and this is for you too. Big Brother still has a lot of it here."
Du Feng simply threw the entire roasted chicken to her, took out another one from his storage bag, and placed it on the pile of rocks he had stacked, slowly roasting it over the fire. Luckily, he was a glutton and usually stored all kinds of delicacies in his storage bag. When he took out the items from his storage bag, they were still as fresh as they were when he put them in.
"Wu wu …"
The little girl seemed to understand Du Feng's words, and she hugged the drumstick and gnawed on it crazily. After gnawing on it, she started to gnaw on the entire roasted chicken. Like a little wolf dog that had been starving for a long time, her eating was rather wild. After she finished eating, she touched the oil on the corner of her mouth, touched her hands, and licked them clean with her tongue. It was really not a waste at all.
Perhaps it was Du Feng's imagination, but he felt that after eating this roasted chicken, the little girl's skin wasn't as dark as before. Just how long had he been starving for such a good child to become like that?
After eating the roasted chicken, the little girl wasn't that afraid of Du Feng anymore. She mustered up her courage and walked to the side of the fire, reaching out her little hands to warm herself.
"Are you still hungry? Big Brother will make some porridge for you."
Du Feng originally wanted to give her another roasted chicken, but after thinking about it, it wasn't good to eat too much greasy food at once. It was better for someone who had been starving for a long time to drink some hot porridge.
"En!"
This time, the little girl didn't refuse, and she was able to make a simple sound to express her agreement. Thus, Du Feng used his Fire Technique and quickly cooked a pot of porridge. He didn't forget to add sugar in it. Children liked to eat sweets, and he believed that she was no exception.
As Du Feng expected, after the little girl took the bowl of porridge, she gulped it down.
"Drink slowly, it's hot …"
That speed stunned Du Feng, who was an authentic foodie, to drink the hot porridge so quickly. Obviously, the little girl's physique wasn't ordinary, and she wasn't afraid of this little heat.
After eating and drinking her fill, the little girl took the initiative to walk to Du Feng's side. She bit her lip, as if she had made a great decision. She took off her tattered clothes and pulled Du Feng's hand to her chest.
"Bastard!"
Du Feng directly exploded. He wasn't angry at the little girl. The reason why the child did this must be because someone had used this method to exchange food with her. Therefore, after the little girl ate and drank her fill, she felt that she had reached the standard she wanted to exchange. She took off her clothes, grabbed Du Feng's hand, and pulled it to her chest. It wasn't for the seduction of money or benefits, but to repay the debt, to repay the roasted chicken and the bowl of hot porridge, because she didn't want to owe anyone anything.
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