The figure came from far and near, and as expected, it was wearing a one-piece red robe, floating in the air, with no hands and feet exposed, and its face was hidden deep in the hood.

The big red robe is tattooed with a golden flame pattern and a fox.

When Mr. Wu, who was hiding in the house, saw this, he knew that this should be the messenger of the "Holy Fire Fox Sect".

Sure enough, seeing this thing floating, the beard and others respectfully called it "Lord Messenger".

The messenger looked at the various sweets on the table, nodded slightly, and made a voice that was indistinguishable from men and women:

"Very good, you are very sensible, the Holy Sect needs talents like you."

With that, it's time to enjoy a sweet treat on the table.

At this time, the beard suddenly shouted:

"Messenger, don't come closer, someone is trying to harm you!"

When the messenger heard this, the approaching figure "snorted" and retreated.

"Who, who's going to hurt me?"

The bearded man and the others hurriedly pointed to the room where Mr. Wu was hiding and said:

"Over there!"

Mr. Wu in the house was also a little helpless when he saw these guys betraying himself, smiled bitterly, opened the door and walked out.

When the messenger saw them, he was also amazed, and did not come forward at the first time.

"Who are you, and why do you want to harm me?"

"You demons and evil cults, forming a cult, harming people a lot, and everyone will be punished."

Mr. Wu righteously accused.

When the messenger heard this, he immediately said with displeasure:

"Nonsense, our holy religion is a righteous sect, advocating the use of holy fire to purify all the ugliness in the world, how can it be a cult!"

"Hmph, have you done less to hurt lives and kill people?

It is really shameless and shameless to dare to claim to be righteous! ”

When it comes to reasoning, Mr. Wu is not afraid.

Speak to the messenger.

The envoy obviously couldn't say that Mr. Wu, but he just had a hard mouth, and he insisted that he was not a cult, and he felt like he was playing petty.

"You are so unreasonable, you dare to slander the Holy Sect, I want to purify you!"

As the messenger spoke, a stream of red flames rose from his body.

The temperature of this flame was extremely high, far higher than that of ordinary fire, and before it was released, the surrounding air had already burned and distorted.

When Mr. Wu saw this flame, he immediately panicked, and subconsciously glanced at the night light beside him.

He has no problem with talking about it, but if you really do it, you have to look at this one.

Seeing the messenger "on fire", Yeming said with a smile:

"It seems that you want to fight with us, and in that case, how about fighting here?"

When the messenger heard this, he snorted and said:

"Okay, then fight the law, I want to see how capable people who dare to slander the Holy Sect are!"

Seeing that the other party agreed, Yeming turned his hand and took out a turtle shell.

The turtle shell grows when it is windy, and it stops when it is one zhang in diameter.

Beckoning again, the rice, flour, grain, vegetables, bacon, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the cottage all fell into it and mixed together.

That's not all, and when I saw Yeming's finger, the frosting, honey and other sweets on the table also fell into the turtle shell.

A large piece of spliced wooden cover flew in and covered it.

Yeming pointed to the turtle shell that was pretending to eat:

"You said that the fire of your holy religion can purify everything in the world, but I don't know, it is feasible to use it for cooking?"

When the messenger heard this, he looked up and snorted dissatisfiedly:

"Cooking? You also underestimate my Holy Sect Holy Flame, not to mention this pot of rice, even your pot can be burned together! ”

"Really? But this is not an ordinary rice, but a big pot of rice, can you really cook it well? ”

Ye Ming said with a smile.

The messenger lifted his head higher:

"It doesn't matter what kind of rice it is, make sure it's cooked as soon as it's cooked!"

When Ye Ming heard this, he said with a smile:

"Okay, how about we make a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"Bet on whether you can cook this pot of rice."

When the messenger heard this, he patted his chest and wanted to agree.

Seeing this, the bearded man immediately spoke:

"Your Excellency, you can't agree, I'm afraid there is fraud in this."

Seeing that the beard interjected, Yeming said again:

"It seems that your sect is really not very good, your subordinates don't even understand some rules, and the big people dare to interject when they speak.

Tsk, if your sect is at this level, then there is no need to compare. ”

When the envoy heard this, he felt that he was being underestimated, and immediately said unhappily to the beard:

"Shut up, Lord Ben does things in his own way."

As he spoke, he said to Yeming,

"Say, what's the bet?"

Yeming pointed at Mr. Wu and said:

"It's very simple, if you win, Mr. Wu will hand it over to you to dispose of, and if you want to kill it, you have to listen to it.

If you lose, let me spank my ass three times. ”

"Ahh Going to spank! ”

A crisp but surprised voice came from the messenger's big red robe.

Then, I immediately realized that something was wrong, and my voice changed back to that state of indistinguishability between men and women:

"Ahem, Lord Ben is saying, yes, no problem."

Although the voice has changed back, the denominations of the beard and others are already more ugly than the pig's liver.

Unexpectedly, this messenger was actually a child.

Needless to say, just by looking at Yeming's appearance, they knew that this envoy must not be able to play with each other.

For a while, the beard was full of remorse, well, why did he change his hexagram again, this is over.

Now we can only hope for a miracle, and hope that this messenger will really win.

The envoy didn't know what the beard and others thought, and after making a bet, he was full of confidence.

Glancing at the turtle shell cauldron hanging in the air, the red flames on his body flew out, wrapped the turtle shell cauldron, and began to cook.

Seeing this, Yeming smiled slightly and sat directly on the stone steps.

glanced at the ugly bearded and others, and showed them a bright smile:

"Why are you all sitting, standing?"

When the beard and the others heard this, they all knelt down.

Ye Ming tilted his head and asked with a smile:

"Didn't I let you sit? What is this for? ”

The beard showed a smile that was more ugly than crying:

"It's so comfortable, and it's more steady."

Mr. Wu was quite worried that Yeming would not be able to deal with this messenger at first, but at this time, seeing that the other party was really cooking honestly, he knew that the overall situation had been decided, and he also learned from Yeming, sitting on the stone steps and watching.

Wu Monkey saw that the envoy was cooking, and looked at it with some expectation.

Recently, I have been accustomed to eating cooked food, and when I see someone cooking, I can't walk.

The crimson flames of the messenger kept burning the tortoise shell, trying to cook the rice.

It's just that after half a day, there is no movement at all, and there is not even smoke at the lid of the pot.

Seeing this, Yeming didn't forget to urge:

"Hey, hey, you can't do it, it's just a pot of rice, and it can't be burned well for so long.

Don't wait for you to burn up, we're all hungry. ”

When the messenger heard this, he immediately snorted:

"Don't underestimate people, you wait, it's right away!"

As he spoke, the firepower increased a lot, and through the robe, everyone could guess that the messenger must have used all the strength to eat milk at this time.

It's just that despite his constant heating and non-stop use of the fire, the big pot of rice still did not improve, and there was no sign of cooking at all.

Ye Ming smiled again: "Look at the big pot of rice, where can it be stewed like this." On the left, you should have a high fire, on the right, you should have a low fire, and on the right, you should have a medium heat.

It's not enough to just adjust the temperature of the fire, there is all the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in it, and you have to cook a pot of rice to meet the tastes of hundreds of people.

You can't do this, it's so bad that you can't even grasp the heat. ”

Listening to Yeming's mocking guidance, the envoy was obviously a little angry, and continued to use fire as if angry.

Later, his body was a little unable to fly, and he swayed in the air.

"It looks like you can't cook this big pot of rice, or forget it, just take off your pants obediently and let me spank my ass three times."

Hearing that he was going to be spanked, the messenger shuddered before continuing to use the fire.

It's just that he really doesn't have the strength anymore, and he can't release the flames anymore, so he directly loses his strength and falls from the air to the ground.

Seeing this, Yeming smiled, stood up, walked up to the messenger, stretched out his hand, tore off his robe, and lifted it again, and held it in his hand.

Inside is a boy with pigtails on his head, and he is being lifted by Yeming at this time.

Seeing Yeming coming over, the boy was very unconvinced, clasped his hands on his chest, stepped over his face, and breathed out of his nostrils.

Ye Ming smiled and pinched his tender arm:

"Yes, such a watery little doll, it should be crying for a long time after a beating!"

The boy was in pain and glared at him:

"If you want to fight, you can fight, so that the master won't cry!"

"Really?"

Yeming smiled and pinched the boy again.

"Hiss~~~"

The boy burst into tears of pain, tears rolling in his eyes.

But after taking a look at the smiling nightlight, I should not hold back my tears.

Seeing this, Yeming nodded and said:

"Okay, it's a man."

Listening to Yeming boast of himself, the boy choked back tears, revealing a "Of course" expression.

Then, I heard Yeming say to Hu Hu:

"Go, get a fresh and tough wicker, remember to dip it in salt water, and let our men suffer from flesh and skin."

Hearing the nonsense, he ran to do it.

After a while, he came back with a wicker and respectfully presented it to Yeming.

Yeming glanced at him:

"Such a good opportunity, why don't you take the opportunity to escape?"

"Grandpa Fairy, look at what you said, how dare you dare!"

Waving away the frightened beard, Yeming waved the wicker and fired a sonic boom in the air, nodding with some satisfaction.

The boy heard the sound of a sonic boom and subconsciously shuddered.

Then he realized that he couldn't show his fear, and he stiffened his neck and didn't say a word.

Yeming pressed it on the table, reached out and pulled it, and pulled off his pants, revealing his white and tender ass.

A light tap with a wicker scares the boy.

At this time, I heard Yeming say:

"As long as you tell me who the other members of your sect are and where the headquarters is, you can avoid this beating, how about it?"

When the boy heard this, he said angrily:

"Hmph, if you want to fight, I'm not afraid, don't want me to betray the sect leader!"

"How many years older is your sect leader?"

"One year old."

"Is it a boy?"

"That's right! ...... No, don't ask me any more questions, I won't answer them again! ”

"It's okay, forget it if you don't answer, you're all a bunch of little kids anyway."

"Who said we have grown-ups!"

"How many adults?"

“......”

Seeing that the boy was silent, Ye Ming knew it, and almost took out this information.

Immediately without delay, he picked up the wicker and hit the boy's ass.

"Ah~~hiss~~"

The boy twitched in pain, but he couldn't hold back his screams.

Seeing this, Yeming smiled, he liked this.

Swing the wicker for a good fight.

After beating the boy, he felt very enjoyable, so he stopped.

The boy couldn't help it, crying in pain, covering his ass with one hand and pointing at Yeming with the other, he couldn't do it:

"You don't count when you talk, you say it's good to hit three times, and you hit more than a dozen times in a row!"

Ye Ming waved his hand and said with a smile:

"You can't blame me for this, it's the first time I've beaten someone like this, and I feel pretty good, I can't help but give you a few more hits.

Rest assured, a few more hits will be given for free and no money will be charged. ”

When the boy heard this, he was cried by the night, and flew into the distance, shouting as he flew:

"You bully people, you wait, I'll go back and tell the sect leader!"

Flying and flying, suddenly flew back again, forcibly stopped the tears, picked up the one-piece red robe on the ground, snorted angrily at Yeming, and then continued to cry and fly away.

Seeing this, Yeming waved goodbye to him and shouted loudly:

"Next time you come over, remember to bring your own wicker!"

The little figure that was moving away trembled and almost fell out of mid-air.

Then there was a "whoosh" as if he fled, and he was gone.

Seeing the boy away, Ye Ming smiled undiminishedly, and slowly turned his head sideways to look at Luo Beard and the others......

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