"Brother Mo, you can't help it if you look at me. ”

Lizhuo looked at him gloatingly: "With this kung fu, it is better to persuade Lord Yuhe." ”

"Heh," Uncle Mo snorted lightly, his cold gaze swept up and down from Lizhuo, and finally only said one word.

"Lizhuo, your brain is really the same as your face, just a decoration. ”

Rely on it, this is a ginseng rooster! Don't you just tease you if you want to be so ruthless!

"Jiuqing ......" An Baobao, who had vomited once, walked out of the inner room with a pale face and said, "The smell on the body is easy to solve, but it is not easy to do anything else." ”

Mo Jiuxiao hugged Luo An'an and said in a deep voice, "I understand. ”

In fact, if you don't want to smell the smell, it's very simple, just close your sense of smell. But the sense of smell sometimes plays a very important role, and subtle tastes are also a clue, so this method will not work, and you can only endure it.

However, Lizhuo on the side was a little puzzled: "Lord Youhe, how to solve the smell?"

An Baobao raised her pale little face and smiled at him: I just scolded my Jiuqing, see if I don't clean you up!

A few minutes later, a hill of durians appeared in the hut where Luo An'an was resting.

"This, this is to eat durian?" Li Zhuo looked at the stinky pile in front of him and swallowed in horror.

"No, the durian is eaten by me and Jiuqing, you eat this. Luo An'an took out a small, well-sealed frozen clay pot from the space, which looked like it had been taken out of the storage ring.

Looking at An Baobao's ill-intentioned smile, he couldn't help but doubt: "Lord Youhe, it can't be poison in it, right?"

"No, no, no," Luo An'an opened his eyes with a simple and innocent expression: "It's fish and meat inside, nothing else." ”

Fish, Lizhuo is slightly relieved, he still likes to eat fish. It's just—

Will Luo Youhe be so kind to let him pass?

"Ahem, this clay pot can be opened and eaten after being burned for a while. An Baobao turned his head to look at Mo Jiuxiao, and his eyes blinked: "Jiuqing, let's go to another room to eat durian." ”

Looking at the little thing's bad stomach, Mo Jiuxiao immediately hugged the fox with one hand and the durian with the other and left quickly. Only the confused Lizhuo was left standing there holding the can.

But he soon stopped wondering.

There was a soft "bang" sound, and at the same time there was an unbearable stench. And the stench drifted farther and farther away, and finally a few hundred meters away from the inn was full of the stench.

"Damn, who is cooking, it's ugly!"

"Vomit, vomit—"

"Oh my God, everything stinks!

Those demon cultivators hurriedly scattered and fled while scolding, and finally collapsed to find that they couldn't escape the smell of hiding anywhere!

"Hahaha!" "The initiator of all this is now covering his nose and laughing next door to the source of the smell, laughing extremely rampant~

Quack, the power of canned herring is really big enough, it's not in vain that the baby has added some ingredients to it! It's really a biochemical weapon in the cooking world, hahaha!

Mo Jiuxiao frowned slightly: "Why didn't Lizhuo move, it couldn't be that he was stinky to death, right?"

“……”

The two glanced at each other, realized that this was really possible, and immediately rushed to the next door.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Luo An'an saw a fly stumbling and struggling to fly out, and finally fell straight down and died because he couldn't hold on any longer.

The corners of An Baobao's mouth couldn't help twitching, is it so exaggerated?

Pushing open the door, I saw Lizhuo's stiff back standing motionless. His moon-white robe was splashed with a little soup, and the clay pot had been reduced to pieces, lying quietly on the ground.