Half an hour later.
Zhang Ping grilled chicken wings while telling stories.
The three gibbons and the sloth gathered around him, only the harpy hid in the corner, licking its wounds secretly.
He used "Journey to the West" to successfully capture the three gibbons, and then used the three gibbons to threaten the sloth. As a result, the harpy-bodied and dog-faced monsters became a minority.
But Zhang Ping can guarantee it.
He definitely had no intention of fighting the harpies, nor did he think of bullying them.
Who would have thought that the eagle-headed dog-faced monster would realize that it was in a weak position and would actually take the initiative to cut off its own wings as an apology, and then consciously stay in the corner.
What else can Zhang Ping do
Of course, I had to roast their wings with tears in my eyes in order not to waste food.
I have to say that the wings of the harpy have delicious meat and rich taste. After being roasted, they are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The meaty aroma fills the air when you take a bite.
The three gibbons' eyes were wide open, their mouths drooling, and they looked at the two eagle-bodied and dog-faced monsters with ill intentions from time to time.
The two eagle-bodied and dog-faced monsters trembled immediately.
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Next week.
Zhang Ping remained on the whiskers of the giant moose, and Journey to the West was still told in a dry way, with Sun Wukong beating someone to death with a stick, and then meeting someone else. It was almost like a diary.
He probably realized that he had no talent for storytelling, so he became more and more lazy as the story went on, and almost fell asleep while he was talking.
However, the few mutated beasts that stayed on the whisker knot really liked listening to his stories. What they actually heard was not dry Chinese, but a story with ups and downs. It even seemed as if they were there in person, transformed into Sun Wukong, passing through three levels and killing six generals.
This is the magic of communication with all things. It will transmit Zhang Ping's language in a way that other creatures or animated inanimate objects can understand. Therefore, even if he is just talking nonsense here, the alien beasts can listen with relish and even find it quite nice.
On the eighth day, a white bear climbed out from under the hair of the huge moose.
When it saw Zhang Ping and others, it immediately moved slowly to an open area, staring at Zhang Ping and others vigilantly.
"Hello, don't worry and take a rest, we are all pacifists!" Zhang Ping greeted with a smile.
However, the white bear did not lower its guard because of Zhang Ping's words. It said, "No offense, I will leave in four days."
"Where are you going, Brother Xiong?" Zhang Ping saw that the white bear had a good IQ, so he started chatting with him.
Bai Xiong did not answer, responding to Zhang Ping's enthusiasm with silence.
Seeing this, Zhang Ping had no choice but to continue telling stories to the three gibbons and the sloth.
After spending the past few days together, the four mutant beasts have developed a preliminary trust in Zhang Ping, especially the three gibbons, who treat Zhang Ping like a king.
Zhang Ping's food these days was all provided by the three gibbons.
In fact, all the alienated beasts that can survive in the black earth have their own strengths. Some can survive without food or water, while others have spatial abilities.
Gibbons can bring fruits and vegetables from other spaces, so they can survive in this place, otherwise they would have starved to death long ago.
"Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel in his hand, his fiery eyes gleaming with light, and shouted, 'Hey, I know at a glance that you are not human, you are a demon, take this blow from me!' Then he beat the old man who had been transformed by the White Bone Demon to death with one blow..." Zhang Ping was holding a peach in his hand and eating it as he spoke.