In addition to all kinds of spars, there are also some good pills in the Qiankun bag.

"Circle a fork!"

After seeing something, Du Feng almost tore the Qiankun bag. Because he found a small porcelain bottle, there was nothing wrong with the pill in it, and the key was that this medicine bottle was something from the Danhuang Palace. At that time, Emperor Dan liked alchemy and stored a large number of medicine bottles. His medicine bottle is different from others, and there is a Du character hidden in the pattern.

It is not easy for others to see it, but Du Feng can recognize it at a glance. He has been playing with those medicine bottles since he was a child, how could he not recognize them. Shangguan Yun, this woman, what did she do to the Danhuang Palace, she even took the medicine bottle to her subordinates.

It's just a tyrannical thing, such a precious medicine bottle is used to hold the spa pill, this woman only knows that intrigue will never understand the pill. Du Feng cleared out the pills inside and replaced them with other porcelain bottles, and kept this commemorative medicine bottle alone.

After Du Feng sorted out his things, he looked at the ruins around him, and suddenly felt a cold. His current cultivation has long been invasive, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't feel cold, this is a kind of coldness from the heart. It's not physical coldness, it's psychological desolation.

After walking so far, there is not a single tree without a single grass, and I don't know how those dune bugs survive. Maybe he shouldn't have rushed into the place where the bones were buried at that time, and he could wait for Murong Mansha and them to be companions. But thinking of snatching the dry Zen futon and the dangers he would face, Du Feng still made up his mind to rely on himself.

In such a windy weather, it is best to eat roast chicken and drink soju. He picked up some broken stones from the ground and built a simple stove. It was in that sheltered corner that I started making the roast chicken. Since the air here does not contain oxygen, it is impossible to make a normal fire, so it has to rely on its own fire.

The flame of the palm of the hand bakes the stone, which conducts the heat to the marinated chicken, and after a while, it begins to bubble. Bursts of aroma wafted out, and Du Feng knew that it was ripe. No matter how high a warrior's cultivation is, he is always a person, a living person. If you are a person, you can't live without three meals a day, and you can't forget the smell of fireworks in the world.

Especially a layman like Du Feng, don't look at him as an alchemy genius, but he has never been willing to use Bigu Dan instead of food. To live is to have seven emotions and six desires, if you are like a cold stone all day long, then what is the meaning of living.

"Shhh...... Hah!"

A sip of soju goes down to the stomach, and the hot stomach in the mouth is really comfortable. He pulled off a chicken leg and tried to shove it into his mouth. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and then I saw that the chicken leg in my hand was gone.

"What people!"

Du Feng was very frightened, in this kind of place full of crises everywhere, it was too dangerous to be approached close to him without knowing it. Fortunately, what the other party wants is a chicken leg, if the sneak attack is himself, wouldn't he even have a chance to defend.

What kind of person is it, who can make a silent move, and he can't even feel the slightest fluctuation of Yuan power. Du Feng looked at it and happened to see a swarthy child, holding a chicken leg in his hand and looking at him with timid eyes.

That skinny look is obviously not light. But his eyes were full of hesitation and struggle, as if he knew that it was wrong to snatch someone else's food. The chicken leg came to his mouth and put it down, put it down and picked it up again to eat. After repeating it several times, I actually cried urgently.

"Eat, here you go. ”

Seeing this scene, Du Feng suddenly relaxed his vigilance, it was not a ferocious demon beast that attacked him at all, nor was he a cunning explorer, but a hungry child. Judging by the contours of her face, she should be a little girl.

Whose child is this, and how did she survive in such a place where there is no food and no oxygen? With questions, Du Feng wanted to get closer to her. But the little girl was very alert and quickly hid aside.

"Boom ......"

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't make a full sound. Holding the oily chicken leg in both hands, it seemed that he wanted to return it to Du Feng. In such a place where resources are extremely scarce, a chicken leg is really too important.

Du Feng had completely figured out why he couldn't detect someone sneaking up. Because this little girl doesn't have any cultivation at all, naturally there will be no fluctuations in Yuan Force. Not only did she not have the fluctuation of Yuan Force, but she couldn't even feel the breath of life. Like the gray and desolate earth, cold as death.

"For you to eat, these are also for you, brother has a lot here. ”

Du Feng simply threw the whole roast chicken to her, took out another one from the storage bag, put it in the pile of stones he had built, and slowly roasted it with fire. Fortunately, he is greedy and usually stocks all kinds of delicacies in his storage bag. When you take out the contents of the storage space, they still maintain the freshness they had when they first put them in.

"Woo ......"

The little girl seemed to understand Du Feng's words, and hugged the chicken leg and gnawed wildly. After nibbling, he began to gnaw on the whole roast chicken, like a little wolf dog that had been hungry for a long time, and it was quite wild to eat. After she finished eating, she touched the oil on the corner of her mouth, and then licked it with her tongue after touching her hand, which was really not a waste at all.

I don't know if it's Du Feng's illusion, he feels that after the little girl eats this roast chicken, even her skin is not so dark. How long had you been hungry before, starving a good child like that.

After eating the roast chicken, the little girl was not so afraid of Du Feng, so she pretended to be brave and walked to the side of the fire and stretched out her little hand to roast the fire to keep warm.

"Are you still hungry, my brother will make you some porridge. ”

Du Feng originally wanted to give her another roast chicken to eat, but thinking about it, it was not good to eat too much greasy things at once, and it was better for people who had been hungry for a long time to drink some hot porridge.

"Hmm!"

This time the little girl did not refuse, and was able to make a simple human voice to agree. So Du Feng used his fire skills to quickly boil a pot of porridge out, and he didn't forget to add sugar to it, children like to eat sweets, I believe she is no exception.

Sure enough, as Du Feng expected, the little girl drank it after taking the bowl with the porridge.

"Drink slowly, ...... hot"

The speed stunned Du Feng, an authentic foodie, and drank the hot porridge so quickly. Obviously, the little girl's physique is not ordinary, and she is not afraid of this heat.

The little girl, who was well fed and drunk, took the initiative to walk to Du Feng's side, bit her lip, and seemed to have made a lot of determination. She took off her shabby clothes and took Du Feng's hand and put it on her chest.

"Brute!"

Du Feng blew up directly, he wasn't angry with the little girl. The child must have exchanged food with her in this way. Therefore, after eating and drinking, the little girl felt that she had reached the standard she wanted to exchange, so she took the initiative to take off her clothes and grabbed Du Feng's hand and pulled it to her chest. It was not for the seduce of money and interests, but to pay off the debt, to pay off the debt of that roast chicken and a bowl of hot porridge, because she didn't want to owe anything to others.

Du Feng hurriedly took out a new dress and wrapped it in her, blocking the small breasts that had long been shriveled due to hunger. Who did it, explorers or natives, if I caught him, he would have to be skinned.