Alan had retained the four limbs of the little tyrant, but he did not completely copy Kedora's style.
After all, not only did he have extra hands to cut the meat, but he could also grab onto the support while barbecuing meat, which was more stable.
That was right, Alan's original intention in modifying the little tyrant was to train a barbecue master.
When he first met the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon, Alan was conquered by its barbecue technology, and he had always been thinking about it.
However, the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon was hidden in the interdimensional space.
Alan had accidentally entered the interdimensional space when he was testing his ability to travel through space.
This matter could not be known to outsiders, and it would be difficult for him to explain why he could travel through space.
Now that he had met the Little Overlord, who had the blood of the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon, it was much more convenient.
Not only was the little overlord smaller, but it was also more convenient to bring it with him.
Moreover, its origin was clear.
It was safe for Alan to participate in the trial of the Tower of Babel and it was also reasonable for him to accidentally subdue a monster during the trial.
Alan did not know the position of the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon in the demon sect.
He also did not know what kind of existence the Little Overlord, who had its bloodline, was.
Although the bloodline of the Dragon Race was rare in the nine regions, this was the Hundred Thousand Mountains. There were all kinds of monsters here.
He thought that it was just an ordinary monster whose strength was a bit inferior.
Alan thought that it was reasonable and even modified the bloodline of the Little Overlord on a whim.
However, he did not know what kind of storm it would bring to the nine regions.
The Little Overlord was stimulated by the power of his bloodline, and through the modification of the dragon crystal, not only did he directly break through to the eighth rank, but he also possessed four kinds of dragon breath in advance.
When he finally woke up, he did not have the time to familiarize himself with his body when he saw that Alan had already handed him a peeled and washed beast leg.
"Roast it well. You have the talent in this aspect of the bloodline.
"I have high hopes for you."
The beast leg had already been marinated. The smell of various poisons left on it made the Little Overlord and the aborigine feel apprehensive.
He was already overbearing enough.
However, compared to Alan who did not take poison seriously at all and even used different poisons to make barbecue sauce, he was just a younger brother.
The Little Overlord took the beast leg dejectedly, coughed lightly, and spat out a mouthful of dragon flame.
Bang, a five-meter-deep pit exploded on the ground.
Fortunately, Alan was quick enough to grab the beast leg. Otherwise, not to mention the barbecue, but there would not even be ash left.
"Can you please control it?"
Alan's eyes slanted, and he fiercely knocked the Little Overlord's head with a bang.
"I made a mistake."
The little tyrant covered its head with both hands. Its three heads were twisted together, and they were tied into a knot.
Ever since the two of them met, Alan had not threatened it at all.
He had even been discussing it with him nicely, but the little tyrant's fear of Alan had already seeped deep into its bones.
The transformation just now had allowed the little tyrant to obtain the power that others dreamed of, but it had also experienced torture that others could not even dream of.
If he had a choice, the Little Overlord would rather not.
At this moment, he missed the carefree days of the past very much.
Every day, he would roar twice to show off his power and go to the riverside to pick up a toad to satisfy his hunger.
Although he was very annoyed by the poisonous insects that were stinging him everywhere, his life was not in any danger.
Now that he had met Alan, the Little Overlord felt that he was on the verge of life and death at all times.
The heart-wrenching feeling of modifying the dragon crystal made the dragon feel worse than death.
What was even worse was that Alan even treated it as a chef.
He tortured it with a leg of a poisonous beast that could make its head dizzy with just a sniff.
He did not know what kind of sins he had committed from time to time in his previous life to have Alan torture him.
Not to mention that he had just received the dragon breath and could not control it well.
Even if his father, who had already reached adulthood and mastered the control of the dragon breath, came, it would be impossible for him to turn this poisonous beast leg into a delicious dish.
He had originally wanted to use the excuse of not being able to control the dragon breath well to burn it, but it had been snatched away.
The Little Overlord, who had seen through his evil scheme, was able to obediently take back the beast leg and try to control the dragon breath to roast the beast leg.
Under the roasting of the dragon breath, all kinds of poisonous juices began to change color continuously.
The taste and the sourness were something that even the giant dragon's poison resistance could not withstand.
A pungent taste rushed into his nose.
The Little Overlord was stimulated and sneezed, causing half of his beast leg to be charred.
This was really not intentional.
The Little Overlord raised his head aggrievedly. It was so charred that there was really no way to save it.
"Look at you. What should I order for you?
"You eat it yourself!"
Alan took the beast leg and looked at it carefully. It was already carbonized and there was no hope of saving it.
Feeling heartbroken, he threw it to the little tyrant to eat.
In the past, when he was raising a dog, he would often give it leftovers. He was already used to it.
However, the beast leg in front of him was not some ordinary leftovers.
This was the culmination of Alan's personal concoction of a highly toxic substance from the rainforest.
Not to mention the Little Overlord, but even the three-headed blue-winged sea dragons would not be able to enjoy it.
"..."
"I'm not hungry yet!"
The little overlord blinked his eyes, trying to muddle through.
If you want to kill a dragon, just say it. There was no need to beat around the bush.
"What do you mean you're not hungry? I just saw that you were so hungry that you ate a toad.
"Go ahead. You don't have to be so polite with me. If you follow me in the future, I guarantee that you'll have a good life. You won't have to go to the stinking ditch to pick up a toad to eat anymore."
Alan looked at the little tyrant as if he was looking at a stray dog.
He did not know whose child it was. It was too pitiful.
He actually had to use something as disgusting as a toad to satisfy his hunger. Luckily, he met me!
"I'm really not being polite..."
The Little Overlord was so wronged that he was about to cry.
'I thank you. I appreciate your kindness, alright?
'Please let me go. I'd rather eat a toad.'
At this moment, at the edge of the rainforest, beside a small puddle, there were a few little clay figurines lighting a fire and crying.
"Brother Alan, where are you?
"Qiu Ya wants to eat grapes and not a toad.
"Ugh, I don't want to eat bugs either, sob sob..."
Little Qiu Ya's entire body was covered in mud, leaving only a pair of eyes and mouth outside.
At this moment, she was using a wooden stick to burn and eat all kinds of poisonous bugs that could be caught while silently crying.
This was the edge of the rainforest, and the conditions were much better.
Not only was the density of the poisonous bugs less than one-tenth that that at the center, but there was also fresh water.
The Jade Fairy Mountain was full of delicate female disciples. When Ai Li had let everyone participate in the trial, he had obviously let them go.
Not only were Qiu Ya, Bai Ling, and the others very close, but he had also placed all of them at the periphery of the rainforest.
The survival rate was at least ten times higher.
However, although the difficulty had been reduced, for Qiu Ya and the others, this place was undoubtedly hell.
Every day, they would try their best to pick out the less poisonous ones from the various poisons to eat, and they would also have to find water to drink from muddy puddles.
Such days would take a whole month.
This was not something that a person could persevere through.