This scene was seen by the dumb tiger on the side, it walked up to the little hairball, looked at the puddle of rotten spirit stones in the pot, and saw that the flesh on the dumb tiger's face was beating, and his heart was dripping blood. "I'm dripping spirit stones!" The Dumb Tiger snatched the small pot and used its fat tongue to add it, and swept the rotten spirit stone into his mouth. The little furball was also a little embarrassed, after all, he wasted a small half of the lower grade spirit stone.

The little furball turned around and took out the pot containing the boiling spirit stone water and put it on the ground. The dumb tiger sniffed with his big nose and immediately understood what was going on. With a big mouth, he drank all the "holy water", and it was finally not wasted. This stingy tiger was about to run to the side to refine its spirit stone.

How could the unwilling little hairball let go of this stupid tiger like this, and the little hand was all over it, and he begged for a piece of lower grade spirit stone of the same size. Little Furball wonders what the problem is? Is the spirit stone not bad enough? It doesn't seem to be, so why is the aura different from that? The little furball had an idea, by the way, Du Lao seems to have used some herbs, is the problem here?

Just do it, the little furball summoned the house finch who was hiding aside and didn't dare to show his head, and gave it a chance to make meritorious atonements, and asked it to find some herbs like the kind of herbs that Du Lao looked for last time.

After a while, the house finches caught some similar herbs. Without saying a word, the little furball was picked and washed and thrown into the pot, put in the spirit stone, and stewed together. After waiting for a while, Xiao Maoqiu brought out a pot of boiled and messy "holy water herbal soup". Unsurprisingly, the experiment failed once again.

Of course, this spirit stone can't be wasted, under the coercion and lure of the little furball, this "feast" is all laughed at by the golden-eyed black-feathered dead quail. The golden-eyed black feather eagle's eyes were dim with golden light, and his paws trembled when he walked. The little furball looked at it and laughed, the revenge of burning his body just now was avenged.

Revenge is revenge, but how can this experiment continue? The little hairball, who had no idea, squatted in the secret room with his little head in his arms, looking at the hammer of the eight-sided purple gold ghost head hammer, and then at the broken spirit stone that was pulled out of the hammer, at a loss.

Wait a minute! Suddenly, the little furball's eyes lit up. Holding a small fist and smashing his little head, oops! I'm such a stupid fox. When Du Lao made it, I didn't find out that it had anything to do with this special aura, which means that this kind of aura was not made like that at all. But how did that come about?

It seems to have thought of the crux of the problem. The little furball sat down slowly, recalling the process of discovering the aura. It sat back in the position it had been when it first discovered the aura, thinking about what it had done before, maybe there was a key clue hidden in it?

The little furball closed his eyes, remembering what he had done when he was looking for aura, slowly sniffing, bowing his head, and finding it. Wait, it seems like something is happening. When I opened my eyes, I saw the hammer head, and there was still this remnant of black mud on the handle. Obediently, it can't be caused by this black mud, right?

Thinking of this, the little furball was a little disgusting. Thinking that he had drunk those spiritual fluids in the first place. Thinking about the mud again, the slimy feeling hit me again. It's still stinky, and even flies and mosquitoes are avoided. "Vomit" The little furball couldn't help but retch.

The little furball was afraid to hit his chest with his little hands, and he forcibly suppressed this disgusting feeling, and said to himself, "No, no, I must have thought about it." How could that magical aura have anything to do with that stinky mud? "But think about it again, is this thing a demon specialty? Shaking his head, it must be impossible. I've never heard of the Terrans having such a thing. And even if I don't know much about the cultivation of the little furball, I'm not stupid, if this thing is compared to the Zero Spirit Stone, then be obedient! There are by no means a few people who come up to grab it.

There's no way. Little Furball reluctantly finds some black mud and comes back. This time I went by myself, and I really didn't want others to see me doing such a stupid thing. Take the pot and put it in the black mud, look at the small piece of spirit stone in your hand, count this piece, you can get a whole piece of low-grade spirit stone from the stupid tiger, let's save some use. The stupid tiger is frugal every day, and he never dares to use the lower grade spirit stone in his cultivation, and he is a big spend, and he feels blushing when he thinks about it.

The little hairball picked out a little bit of the spirit stone with his hand, put it in the pot, and threw a piece of black mud into it. Thinking that this time must be a waste, fortunately, there are not many, otherwise let the big stupid tiger know that it will definitely be painful and bleeding. Look at the black mud in the pot, this mud is on fire. Gently threw in a little flame, and a fire broke out.

Between a few breaths, the flame slowly decreases until it is extinguished. The little furball looked down and saw that it was over, as if there was nothing left. Don't move! The little furball looked at it by himself, there seemed to be some liquid in a large black area at the bottom of the pot, and he shook the pot slightly, yes, it was this liquid, and he sniffed it.

The little furball jumps high, obediently! That's it. That's right, this is the thing. But look at the black mud around again, the little hairball at this time is really like knocking over the five-flavor bottle in his heart, and he has all the flavors. This thing is good, but when I think about how this thing came about, the little furball doesn't want to touch it. Can you drink something made of such dirty black mud? I don't have the guts to try. And this thing needs spirit stones, and that wealth fan tiger will definitely not give it again.

When the little furball was in a dilemma, the cow's grandmother asked the house finch to come over and send a message, asking the little furball to hurry up and find a way to get feed. The little furball looked at this golden-eyed black-feathered dead quail that never suffered losses and only wanted to take advantage, and the bad water came up.

The little furball shook the pot in front of the house finch, and whispered to temptation, "Come, brother house finch smell, what does this smell like?" The house finch had already seen the pot in the little furball's hand, and with its eyesight, it could see the black bottom of the pot, so when the little furball held the pot and shook it in front of its eyes, the golden-eyed black feather eagle didn't want to pay attention to it at all, and planned to turn around and leave. But just as the golden-eyed black feather eagle was about to turn around, the little furball handed the pot to its nose.

A faint aura penetrated into the nose of the house sparrow, and instantly spread throughout the whole body, the feeling was comparable to refining the aura of several lower-grade spirit stones, yes, this is the feeling, and there is no need to meditate and refine it hard, this aura can be absorbed by the body naturally, this feeling is too wonderful.

When the golden-eyed black feather eagle was enjoying it, suddenly the little furball's arm moved, and when the little furball was about to repeat the old trick, the house finch reacted one step earlier, as the master of the sky, it was aware of the slightest change in the surrounding air, and the house finch snatched the pot that the little furball was about to withdraw.

Without saying a word, poke the whole eagle's head into the pot. Breathing in the little aura in it, it's not enjoyable. The golden-eyed black feather eagle pointed the edge of the pot to its eagle's beak, and swallowed all the little spiritual liquid in it at once.

At this time, the golden-eyed black feather eagle immediately burst into eyes, and the golden light was bright. The house finch who threw the pot pointed to the small hairball and then to the pot on the ground. The vultures couldn't speak clearly, and the little furball was also inexplicable. The golden-eyed black feather eagle saw that the little furball couldn't understand, so he simply stopped talking and found a quiet corner to enjoy its wonderful spiritual liquid alone.

The little furball looked at the expression of the dead finch and laughed heartily, hum! As far as your virtue is concerned, I expected it. Good bird, if I tell you how this thing came about, I guess you can spit out all the rats you ate last year, hahaha!

Little Furball thought to himself, how dirty and smelly this black mud was, but he knew it very well. This thing came out, my own little body, in case, ah! In line with the tenet that the dead poor are not as good as the dead friends, it is safer to find an experimental subject. This time the dead quail caught up, which can be regarded as a punishment for its frequent absenteeism and robbery. Hey! If it's okay, even if it's a reward for it!

After a while, the house finch stopped meditating. But he still looked dissatisfied, smacked his lips, and ran towards the little furball with a flattering smile.

The little furball deliberately turned around and put on a look of a worldly master with his hands behind his back. The house finch had no choice but to stand behind the little furball and asked softly, "Little one," the little furball heard it almost and let out a sound from his nose, "Huh?" The golden-eyed black feather eagle hurriedly changed his words, "Wrong, that, that, oh!" That's right. (The golden-eyed black feather eagle finally remembered the honorific title) Little Fox Fairy, what was that thing just now, and is it okay to give me some more? ”

The little furball looked at the humble look that the house finch had never had, it was called a smug, and he didn't look back, waving his hand, "It's no." Wait for next time. You're lucky this time. Ask the dumb tiger, and he didn't even catch a single one. Be content. ”

The house sparrow did not give up, begged the little hairball for a long time to no avail, and ran to the stupid tiger to conspire. In the end, the eagle and the tiger chased a little fox and ran half of Xiangyin Mountain, and finally blocked the little furball. The little furball was forced to be helpless, and handed over the broken spar that was pulled out of the hammer, and when the two demons continued to blackmail, the cow grandmother on the mountain not far away, "Moo!" Moo! He shouted at the little furball, and relieved the little furball, leaving an eagle and a tiger to tear apart the half of the broken spar.

Under the performance of the little hairball patting his chest and swearing to the sky, he finally temporarily appeased the hundred-year-old cow. Waiting for the cow and grandma to leave, the little hairball touched the sweat on her head, thinking, this faint can't die, it's not a way to drag it like this, or find a way to solve it as soon as possible. But where will the money come from? I was going to sell the hammer for money, but it was the thing of the demon clan, and then let the Ding family catch the handle and make false accusations, but it didn't work. Let's think of something else.

How are we going to make this money? If only my mother had been here before, she had money. Thinking of this, the little furball slapped his head. Hi! I'm such a stupid fox. My mother still has some savings in the bank, isn't it okay to take them out? Now that we have solved the problem of stealing the pill, the money should always be returned to me, I am the only heir of my mother. Thinking of this, Little Furball made up his mind to go to the city to ask for the inheritance left by his mother.