An angry roar came from Ma Xiaozhen's phone.

"What? The money is gone! Our youth! Our dreams! And my multinational supermarket chain that sells everything but the population! It's all gone!"

Liu Fatzi roared hysterically: "Ma Xiaozhen!

"Fatty, listen to my explanation......" Ma Xiaozhen tried hard to explain to Liu Fatzi: "I gave the money to an author of Shuangdian Chinese.com, he is a poor laid-off middle-aged man who has been doing a job for more than ten years, but he was swept away by the company, and he didn't get a dime in compensation." The wife and children at home are waiting to be fed, and they have eaten more than ten meals of Fuling mustard in a row......"

"He eats his mustard!

"Listen to me, such a miserable author, shouldn't we give him a little reward to help him get through the difficulties? As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful ...... in the world."

"Dedicated to your sister, dedicated to your uncle!" Liu Fatzi's angry voice scolded the trills of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau: "Don't appear in front of Lao Tzu again in the future, see you beat you once! You go to die!"

"Wait!"

A second before Liu Fatzi hung up the phone, Ma Xiaozhen gritted his teeth and shouted the word "wait", made one last effort, and asked pitifully.

"Fatty, I don't have a penny on me, can you lend me some money to eat egg fried rice?"

"Do you still want to eat egg fried rice, eat your sister! Let's eat mustard with your author!"

The fat man's angry roar pierced the telephone line, piercing his eardrums.

"Fatty! Listen to me say fatty!"

"Doodoo – The person you're calling is out of friends. ”

Ma Xiaozhen had a feeling of being speechless.

Liu Fatzi's feelings, in fact, he understands.

The worst thing in the world is not to have nothing, but to gain and lose.

More than a million, a whole million!

Since Ma Xiaozhen was born, he has never seen so much money.

I thought I could help my brothers realize their dreams and go to the pinnacle of life from now on.

However, I never expected it.

After sleeping, the more than one million yuan was squandered by the Xuanhuang Ancestor, and there was no one left.

called to explain to the brothers, and the brothers led by Liu Fatzi all expressed their understanding, and then said cordially: "Next time I meet Lao Tzu will kill you!"

And the more serious fact is that Ma Xiaozhen rummaged through the cabinets for several hours, and there was no one left at home, nor a grain of rice, and only the last package of Fuling mustard for two yuan remained......

Now I really want to gnaw Fuling mustard with the author.

Is this the rhythm of starving to death on the spot?

Do you want me to gnaw away my talisman, the salted fish with dreams?

Ma Xiaozhen turned his head like a dead heart, and a pair of hungry wolf-like green eyes fell directly on Xuanhuang Ancestor.

"Listen to me, money is something outside the body! Wealth is like a floating cloud to me, and my wealth will come back when I am gone, study hard and ...... upward every day."

Xuanhuang Ancestor finally felt the murderous aura around him, and explained with a smile.

"Lao Tzu is going to starve to death! and learn to fart!" Ma Xiaozhen roared angrily, and then took out the salted fish with a dream: "Lao Tzu stabbed you to death with a salted fish!"

"Slow!"

Just a moment before Ma Xiaozhen's salted fish stabbed in the throat of Xuanhuang Ancestor, Xuanhuang Ancestor's lips flew, and he had already said a long list like a cannon:

"Jiuyi Tianzun Ding can contain all things, this package of mustard can be refined into a peerless delicacy, ensuring that you will not die of hunger......"

"Refining mustard, supreme delicious?"

Ma Xiaozhen's salted fish stopped at Xuanhuang Old Ancestor's throat, and he was speechless for a while: "Are you teasing me?"

For mustard, Ma Xiaozhen is too familiar.

Mustard is pickled by adding salt, pepper and auxiliary spices, salty and fresh, cheap and rice, a few pickled vegetables can make people eat a big bowl of rice, it is a must-have product for Ma Xiaozhen to travel at home.

After he resigned from the company, he couldn't find a job for several months, and every day he nested in the resettlement community in the east of the city to nibble on mustard and instant noodles, and his face was as green as Chinese cabbage in winter.

However, after all, mustard is just a pickled vegetable for rice, and it is okay to eat, but it has never been on the table, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall.

It's said that it has a different flavor, but it's barely okay. But to say that it is supremely delicious......

What an international joke!

"Absolutely no joke!" Xuanhuang Ancestor ignored the doubts on Ma Xiaozhen's face, but patted his chest confidently, and quickly explained: "Born with all things, all have spirituality, even this humble bag of mustard is also spiritual. ”

He picked up the bag of mustard on the table: "Jiuyi Tianzun Ding can contain all things in heaven and earth, even this bag of the most ordinary mustard can turn decay into magic, into supreme deliciousness, and ensure that you will not starve to death." ”

Hearing this, Ma Xiaozhen's heart moved.

Since he got this Jiuyi Tianzun pressure cooker, he has refined some unreliable props, such as the salted fish with dreams, the arrogant scratching, the screaming chicken that can automatically play background music, and the magic weapons such as Lingbo catwalk flip-flops, dog skin plaster, vajra charm, etc. But he never thought that this Jiuyi Tianzun pressure cooker could also refine ingredients.

However, it is not unusual, and it seems to be a matter of course to stew and eat it in a pressure cooker.

Then give it a try!

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaozhen was a little interested, and he didn't say much at the moment, his heart moved, and he pinched the sword trick in his hand.

The ring on his finger suddenly jumped in the air, growing in the wind, slowly revealing the true appearance of a pressure cooker, floating out of thin air.

Ma Xiaozhen said something in his mouth, and with a wave of his right hand, he saw that the pressure cooker suddenly burst out with a burst of purple gas, and the dense gas diffused, rising in the air, enveloping the bag of mustard in it.

Immediately after, the pressure cooker spewed out a vermilion-colored flame that swam over the surface of the mustard.

After a long time, the flames gradually faded.

Ma Xiaozhen controlled the pressure cooker to land, and he naturally raised his hand, and the bag of mustard had fallen into his hands impartially.

The bag of mustard in front of him is no different from the thousands of mustards that Ma Xiaozhen has eaten, it is still crowded together in a disorderly manner, and the yellow-orange-orange color is mixed with a hint of greenness, just like an old pearl and yellow dancer, which makes it difficult to mention half of the interest.

Ma Xiaozhen lowered his head and sniffed, this mustard did not have any special aroma, neither fragrant nor intoxicating.

That's it?

A familiar and intense, inexplicable, and mysterious ...... emerged in Ma Xiaozhen's heart

Yes, it's still that feeling of being fooled!

The refining products guided by Xuanhuang Ancestor seem to have never been reliable.

It doesn't bleed after eating, right?

For safety reasons, let's try a guinea pig.

Ma Xiaozhen made up his mind, and twisted a mustard with the speed of the bell ringing and stuffed it into the mouth of Xuanhuang Old Ancestor.

At the moment when the mustard is in the mouth-

Xuanhuang Ancestor's pupils suddenly contracted!