S: Recent chapters are more suitable for dieters. The occasional heavy mouth is really a plot need, not what I want. Yes and no!

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The meat fat vat entered the garden, and the dust was choked enough, and the cat itself was not spared, and the people did not pay attention, and turned their heads to retch. After retching, he raised his claws to wipe his tears, scooped up two mint leaves, and pasted them on his nose as a curtain.

Then pretending to be generous, the urn said angrily: "The practice in the garden hinders the nature of flowers and herbs, vomit ......" and then scoop two more pieces, "What about this taste, vomit ......" was ruthless, and took a handful, "However, this taste is too exciting, allow you to temporarily seal the sense of smell." ”

Circle you a fork and forget yourself. Hurriedly raised his paw and poked it in the cat's face.

When Luochen heard this, he hurriedly blocked his nose, and then watched the big men put down the cylinder unhurriedly, and then turned around and left unhurriedly, almost worshipping.

The little emotions of the red mud haven't dissipated yet.,Too lazy to talk to the same people.。 Dragged Mo Ran and stabbed Qu Yi, and motioned for them to ask the flower cat what was in the tank.

Lao Dao caught a glimpse of it and responded suspiciously: "Yoneda Gong, right?"

What's that?

I haven't seen Yoneda Ko, and I have a question mark on my face.

"No, I can't. Qu Yi opened his mouth to deny Lao Dao's speculation.

The old way turned around and laughed at himself: "I want to fork in." In the immortal place, there will be no such filth. ”

"Grind and grind, just open it and see if it's over?" the flower cat threw a sentence indifferently, "No matter what, you have to use it to fertilize the flowers and plants anyway." ”

Several people pushed and shoved, "courtesy" for a long time, and stepped forward to open the mud seal together. An even stronger, pungent smell rushed out of the air, sparking sparks in the air. And then......

Wow...... Vomit......

Spitting, spitting, startling a paralyzed meow.

The sense of smell is sealed, and this time it is to see vomit.

A tank of rotting snakes, insects, rats and ants, also crawling with maggots, wriggling/moving.

Luochen was disgusted a few times, and the flower cat glanced at it from a distance, and it was also related.

Alas, although the Taiyin Divine Monarch is colder, she is a clean and demure woman in the end, but why does she have such a torturous habit today? Well, fortunately, he has never used it on himself.

Disgusting is disgusting, and the work still has to be done.

Entrusted by people to be loyal to people.

Under the command of the flower cat, Luochen endured the discomfort, smashed the rancid things into thin mud as required, and then carried water into the flowers and trees, and dug a ditch and buried it at intervals.

Halfway through, the flower cat suddenly remembered a section and shouted to a few people from afar: "Have you found that three drunk? Don't get these things to her! The three drunken can't stand these rotten things!"

Several people responded from different directions.

Red Clay paused slightly, then gave up in front of him and walked around among the flowers and trees.

Mo Ran saw him running away in front of him and under his feet, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Fertilize, where else can you go. ”

Turning around, Red Clay walked to the hibiscus tree with a disgruntled face, and the corners of his lips hooked up a wicked smile. Then he rolled up his sleeves, scooped up two large spoonfuls of rancid things, and stacked them under the roots. Then look at the tree, waiting for it to fall.

It was originally a knot of heart with grass and trees, and because of the dissatisfaction with these dirty work, he deliberately did it against the flower cat. Thinking about it, it and Taiyin emphasize so much that this strain of three drunks must be a beloved thing. In turn, disgusting and disgusting them is also a relief from anger.

Unexpectedly, two spoonfuls of flower fertilizer fell to the ground, and the hibiscus did not burn and wither, but it emitted a radiant brilliance, and then slowly bloomed a blue-white flower with clarity.

Hey?

Seeing this, the red clay scooped two more spoonfuls.

I saw another burst of glittering light, and the color of the flower gradually turned darker, faintly revealing a hint of pink.

Two more scoops.

The pink color has deepened slightly, and there is a tendency for the drunken blush cheeks of the beautiful woman to change.

Red Clay held a scoop in his hand and watched the hibiscus blossom with a puzzled expression. So he looked down at the roots of the tree, and saw that the mud was seeping into the soil at a speed that was visible to the eye.

Doesn't it mean that these three drunkennesses can't stand it?

Red Clay squatted down, hesitantly stretched out his index finger, thought about it, and changed his tail finger. He touched the mud that had not been inhaled lightly, and then quickly withdrew it. While laughing at his own bad taste, he raised his hand and squinted at the fingertips with his head pinned.

But he faintly felt that the mud stained his hands, and it seemed to become clear.

Wondering if he was delusional or only touched by the water, Red Clay stretched his finger under the roots of the tree. When he was about to start, he hesitated slightly, then closed his eyes and twisted his head, and poked it hard. When he pulled out, he bent his finger and hooked it out.

Withdrawing his hand, he slowly turned his head in defiance and opened his eyes.

There is no rot/decay in the mud, only clear as water, thicker than water.

If you look closer, it's really a refreshing liquid.

So I simply let go of the sense of smell and then screened.

As soon as the sense of smell was restored, I immediately smelled a rich and pleasant smell crashing into my nose, sweet like nectar, and mixed with the aroma of wine.

The red mud was a little incredulous, looking at his fingertips, and then looking up at the hibiscus flower with overlapping petals and graded color levels, thinking about the brilliance and instant flowering when fertilizing just now, and said to himself, could it be that it made the dirt pure?

After thinking about it again, I felt that it was wrong, and the flower cat clearly solemnly stated that it was three drunkenness and could not be dirty.

In the mood to give it a try, Red Clay took out a peach branch from his body and threw it under the root of the tree. Then I saw that the pile of mud that remained outside was completely cloudy, revealing the appearance of honey about to melt.

Immediately raising his hand, he tore off a small piece of bark from the hibiscus tree and threw it into the bucket at hand.

Waited a moment, probe.

But where are the traces of snakes, insects, rats and ants? It is a barrel of stirred honey wine, clear and thick with honey, and some fine particles of sake lees in the middle.

Red Clay let out a sigh of relief and stood up.

I see.

The rancid smell is just an illusion, once it is stained with the aura of plants and trees, it will be broken. And these three drunks, about the same as themselves, are not ordinary stupid things. I just don't know if it has penetrated human nature, and what kind of cultivation it has reached.

Red Clay lazily continued to ponder the three drunks, and ran back towards Mo Ran happily with a scoop.

Running closer, seeing that Xiao Nizi was still struggling with a painful face, she hurriedly clung to it, and told her what she found with a smile.

Mo Ran was skeptical: "Really?"

"Don't believe it!" Hongni boldly scooped up two spoonfuls of flower fertilizer from her bucket and poured it on herself, and then saw that the graceful peach blossom fairy seemed to be rolling into the yin/ditch. In Mo Ran's shocked face, Xu Yu became a rain-soaked appearance again.

"Really!" Mo Ran was surprised to see that those filth stained with red mud really turned into dew.

The red mud then pouted her again, and then put her sense of smell to feel it.

Mo Ran shrank with some hesitation and daunted, and suddenly smelled the fragrance, and suddenly burst into joy: "I really brought the fragrance of wine!" and asked the reason for the red mud.

"Tricks!" Hongni said, "Do you remember the manzi vine?" Ben Daxian thinks that maybe what we saw in the jar before is just some broken skin and rotten fruits, and when the well water is added and pounded for a while, it becomes wine dew. I think too, this is too yin god dwelling, it is difficult to really get dirt in?"

It makes sense.

Mo Ran nodded and turned around.