My Gorgeous Master Forced Me to be a Spy at the Demon Clan! - Chapter 36

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“You idiot, you’ve burnt me again.

“This is the seventh one, the seventh one. Do you think it’s easy to find some seasoning in this godforsaken place?

“You want to starve me to death, right? Hurry up and eat it.”

The Little Overlord’s dragon flames grew a little bigger by accident, and the beast legs were burnt again.

Alan took it back and saw that it could not be eaten. He flew into a rage and ate all kinds of fruits and vegetables while feeding the little tyrant.

The little tyrant would rather die than eat it.

However, when Alan promised to let it go as long as it made a satisfactory dish, the little tyrant compromised.

Although he knew that the hope was slim, the little tyrant did not dare to gamble.

Facing such a guy who dared to eat poisonous fruits, who knew if he would eat dragon meat?!

Although dragon meat was poisonous, it could not be poisoned by the poisonous insects here.

Under Alan’s coercion and enticement, the Little Overlord had to eat these secret dishes.

Alan called it the CD operation.

Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard to eat?

After continuously eating the poison, the Little Overlord was like drinking wine, and he began to drift when he walked.

However, it was not without delicious food.

When the body was weak, the dragon flame automatically weakened.

At least it would not easily burn the beast’s leg.

Alan began to make his secret sauce again, and the little tyrant seized the opportunity to lower his head and hurry on.

Neither of them spoke, and the little tyrant automatically assumed that he was Alan’s chef and mount.

From the looks of it, this chef was not competent.

At least he had not made any meals that Alan was satisfied with.

However, the good thing was that he was familiar with the terrain here and was a qualified mount.

After Alan had eaten and drunk enough, he habitually cut off the vines and washed his hands with the juice.

The little tyrant carefully avoided the juice and wanted to remind Alan that it was highly toxic, but when he remembered that Alan used poison to spice up the juice, he stopped.

Perhaps there was a kind of person in this world who did not know what was toxic!

Alan recalled his past memories. He found a tree leaf from the rainforest and built a temporary shelter on the little tyrant’s broad back.

He also found a thick layer of moss from the ground and paved it, creating a temporary bed.

He laid on it and tried it out. It was soft and warm, extremely comfortable.

The little tyrant was immune to the fact that wherever Alan went, the poisonous insects would automatically escape.

Seeing that Alan had found a large piece of extremely poisonous soul grass from the edge of the swamp and had even spread it on his back, even the hard dragon scales were beginning to wrinkle. It could only rot in his stomach.

Alan had a famous saying, ‘what you eat, you nourish’.

If he told him that he was poisoned, not only would Alan not give him an antidote, but he would feed him even more poisonous bugs.

In this way, he would fight poison with poison, and eventually achieve the effect of being immune to all poisons.

It was said that Alan himself had achieved his current achievements in this way.

However, the little tyrant did not believe a word of it.

If it was true, there would not be so many demon beasts poisoned to death here every day.

After Alan had eaten and drunk his fill, he laid in the tent and leisurely took a nap. The little tyrant kept twitching his nose, and quickly shuttled through the rainforest.

There was a silk scarf tied to his head. It belonged to Qiu Ya.

Alan himself was an idiot for directions, so he handed this arduous and glorious task to the little tyrant.

He firmly believed that a dragon’s sense of smell was definitely stronger than his.

As long as he followed Qiu Ya’s scent, he would definitely be able to find her in time and save her from danger.

The Tower of Babel was neither big nor small.

The reason why it was called the Tower of Babel was because this plane space was a tower-shaped structure. There were nine levels in total.

The lowest level was the first level, and the highest level was the ninth level.

The higher one went, the more demonic beasts there were, and the more poisonous insects there were.

The Little Overlord was at the center of the ninth level of the Tower of Babel. It was the most dangerous and also the most honorable place.

Only this place was worthy of the Little Overlord’s honorable status and Qiu Ya was at the edge of the first level.

The Little Overlord’s three heads took turns in front of the silk scarf, and they forcefully twitched their huge nostrils.

The air was rapidly sucked out, forming small vortexes.

Using all his olfactory nerves, he tried his best to distinguish the scent on the handkerchief, and from the various complex smells in the rainforest, he tried to find its source..

The Little Overlord felt that his bloodline inheritance might not be complete.

Otherwise, why would Alan firmly believe that he could do it? Could it be that he had some hidden bloodline talent?

Alan was able to refine the dragon crystal, allowing him to break through the shackles of his bloodline and obtain four types of dragon breaths. It should not be without a target.

Could it be that he did not work hard enough?

Although the Little Overlord was afraid of Alan, he did not hate him.

On the contrary, he was very grateful.

This was especially so after the pain of refining the dragon crystal gradually subsided, the Little Overlord became more and more familiar with his body and felt even more powerful.

This was an evolution that surpassed the bloodline.

According to the original trajectory, even if he slept for 100,000 years, he would not be able to have the sharp sword breath.

Not to mention the demonic breath.

The Little Overlord tried to keep his body as stable as possible.

Although his head was a little dizzy after swallowing a large amount of poisonous marinated beast legs, his consciousness was abnormally excited.

Through the remaining smell on the handkerchief, the little tyrant did not get any clues.

However, he told himself that he could not stop.

As long as he was still running, it meant that he was working hard.

If he stopped and did not look, it meant that he had not completed the task that Alan had given him.

On the tenth day, the first person to die in this trial appeared.

It was the young man in the bamboo hat from before.

The young man was born as a hunter. He had been living in the forest outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains since he was young.

He had rich experience in surviving in the wild.

This was especially so when everyone’s cultivation was sealed, the young man in the bamboo hat had a natural advantage.

Ever since he stepped into the rainforest, the young man in the bamboo hat had been living carefully.

He never let go of any opportunity to gather resources. Even when he was not thirsty, he would try his best to absorb every drop of rainwater and swallow every food that could be eaten.

Even so, in ten days, the poison had accumulated in his body to a terrifying degree.

Furthermore, he had not eaten meat for a long time, causing the bamboo hat youth to feel weak all over. He would often have hallucinations when he looked at things.

This was an extremely dangerous signal.

The bamboo hat youth’s rich experience told him that if he did not think of a way to solve it, he might not be able to last the remaining time.

After much consideration, he could only take the risk and find a shallow pool to hunt for food.

No animal could live without water.

Even the demonic beasts in the rainforest needed to replenish their water regularly.

Not everyone could think of using the less poisonous grass stems to absorb the water droplets on the leaves to replenish their water supply.

The smaller pool meant that this place would not attract the attention of overly large demonic beasts.

The bamboo hat youth carefully lurked for a day and a night and finally succeeded in hunting a demon beast the size of a wolf dog. However, he did not spare a drop of blood to expose his location.