The warrior who went to save the red boy was also choked by the fermentation of the five grains, and when he saw that the red boy was angry, he wanted to instigate the red boy to find trouble with the guardian spirit.

So said:

"Back to the young master's words, this fermentation of the five grains was brewed by the Guardian Spirit himself. ”

"Damn, it's that stupid donkey again, I have to teach him a lesson today. ”

As he spoke, the red boy snatched the wooden stick from the hand of a warrior and killed him towards the immortal residence.

The hall master of the Red Cloud Hall hurriedly stopped:

"Not children. ”

Although he said no, he didn't stop it, because he also wanted to teach a lesson to the patron saint who indiscriminately smelled, but acting in his capacity would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among other shareholders, after all, the patronus is the property owned by all shareholders.

So he could only let his reckless son give him this breath.

But as soon as the red boy reached the door of the immortal residence, he was stopped by a warrior. This warrior was sent by the boss of a chamber of commerce, he heard that the red boy was going to teach the boss a fortune tool, he was afraid that this recklessness would damage the donkey's life, so he was not afraid of offending the master of the Red Cloud Hall, and decisively stopped it.

From the analysis of the strength of the martial artist in front of him, the red boy believes that the martial artist in front of him is at least the fourth grade of the Xuanwu Realm, if he wants to make a move, he will definitely suffer, and it is even more difficult to suppress people with power, and the power of his hall master father is far inferior to the boss of the Chamber of Commerce behind the martial artist in front of him.

The red boy had no choice but to go away, but he still had to pretend to be arrogant, standing in the distance of Xianju and pointing to the small building where Mao Xiaowei lived and scolded:

"Wait for me, stinking beast, sooner or later I will roast your donkey's legs. ”

After the cruel words, the red boy pretended to be chic and left.

And Mao Xiaowei received the electronic synthesis sound of the system:

"Received two hundred points of hatred from the future Holy Child King, Red Child. ”

"Received two hundred points of hatred from the future Holy Child King, Red Child. ”

"Received a hundred points of hatred from the future Holy Child King, Red Child. ”

"Received a hundred points of hatred from the future Holy Child King, Red Child. ”

"Fifty points of hatred received from the future Holy Child King, Red Child. ”

"Fifty points of hatred received from the future Holy Child King, Red Child. ”

"The account balance is one thousand three hundred and fifty points. ”

Mao Xiaowei nodded and praised:

"It's still a red child, and I'm going to increase my training efforts in the future. ”

Mao Xiaowei thought like this, and walked into the small building where he lived leisurely.

The warriors on duty in the immortal residence exhaled when they saw Mao Xiaowei walking into the small building, and then they all complained:

"Could it be that this donkey's special move against the youkai is his donkey fart?

"I think so, it is said that the Patronus has a special skill to slay demons, although it is not elegant to smoke a monster to death with a stench. “

And Mao Xiaowei didn't care whether he was elegant or not, anyway, he was able to draw a lottery, so he immediately consumed five hundred hatred points to draw a spirit fruit.

The spirit fruit appeared in his mouth, and the fruity fragrance immediately overflowed, which made Mao Xiaowei's appetite increase greatly, and he swallowed the spirit fruit with a swallow.

A stream of spiritual energy gushed out from the stomach and entered the sea of dantian qi through the Zuyang Ming stomach meridian. He felt as if his spiritual power had increased a little more.

After consuming five hundred hatred points, Mao Xiaowei still has eight hundred and fifty points, so he chooses to continue the lottery:

"I'm going to draw a lottery. ”

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting a jar of donkey meat in the classic sauce. ”

The system says.

As soon as the sound of the system fell, Mao Xiaowei felt that his throat and eyes were itchy, which made him open his mouth uncontrollably, and then a black ceramic jar was spit out by him, and the black ceramic jar was stained with sticky donkey saliva.

As a stingy donkey, he couldn't allow the warriors of Wuzhou City to taste the sauce donkey meat happily, because that would make him feel like a cow in captivity, so he kicked open the lid of the black porcelain jar and made a donkey qi gong on the delicious sauce donkey meat.

The warriors would divide into small groups to deliver food to Mao Xiaowei twice a day, and the purpose of the meal was to see if Mao Xiaowei had conjured up the donkey meat in sauce.

After Mao Xiaowei added ingredients to the sauce donkey meat, he lay down on a pile of eiderdown and went to sleep, and after a while, the warriors representing the major shareholders came, and the warriors sent by the master of Hongyun Hall carried a food box.

As soon as they entered the small building, the warriors saw the black jar with the lid open, and then they all smelled a strange smell floating out of the black porcelain jar.

The warriors looked at each other, and one of the warriors said:

"You didn't put this jar in. ”

Another warrior said.

"Of course not, everybody came in together. ”

"Then this must be the sauce donkey meat that everyone can't ask for, but the hall master said that this sauce donkey meat is a rare delicacy in the world, but why is the taste so weird and pungent?"

The martial artist sent by the hall master of the Red Cloud Hall said

"How can you understand the rare delicacy in the world, take this jar of sauce donkey meat out and keep it properly, and wait for the bosses or hall masters to wake up and let them taste it to know if this is sauce donkey meat. ”

A warrior suggested.

This sauce donkey meat is the property of the shareholders of Xianju, so how to deal with it needs to be decided by all shareholders.

Mao Xiaowei opened his eyes slightly, looked at the martial artists with some helplessness, and said secretly:

"It's obviously a donkey fart smell, but you still think it's the best delicacy in the world, I really don't understand how you people's noses grow. ”

Mao Xiaowei regretted a little that the ingredients were added early, which caused the stench to disperse, otherwise these warriors would definitely be able to see the yellow gas coming out of the jar.

The strongest of the several warriors took the jar containing the sauce donkey meat first, and carefully took a jar of sauce donkey meat with a pungent smell out of the small building where the guardian god lived.

The other warriors were guarding the side holding the altar, covering their noses one by one, nervously as if they were protecting a national treasure with a taste.

Early the next morning, the martial artist of Hongyun Hall stationed in Xianju first informed the hall master of Hongyun Hall, although the hall master of Hongyun Hall was tortured enough by Mao Xiaowei, but when he heard that Mao Xiaowei finally conjured up the sauce donkey meat, he suddenly felt that it was worth eating fart last night.

The hall master of the Red Cloud Hall, who was originally in a bad mood, was now in a particularly good mood, he quickly put on his robe, tied his belt, and summoned all the martial artists under his hands:

"Go and invite all the shareholders in Xianju over, and then let the kitchen prepare some white flour cakes, and eat donkey meat with sauce for a while. ”

The warriors of the Red Cloud Hall scattered out, and it didn't take long for the shareholders of the Immortal Residence to bring them to the Red Cloud Hall of the Xuanwu Sect.

The shareholders were smiling one by one, and their clothes were much more solemn than usual, the owner of Hongyun Hall stood at the gate to greet him personally, and the shareholders were as excited as if they had made a fortune, and the shareholders who usually looked down on the owner of Hongyun Hall were also much more polite to the master of Hongyun Hall.

After the shareholders and the warriors they brought entered the immortal residence, they stood in front of the small building where Mao Xiaowei lived and bowed down to Mao Xiaowei, which was to show respect for the cash cow.

Then all the shareholders invited the can of donkey meat with a pungent smell to the banquet hall of Hongyun Hall, where fine wine and white flour cakes were already arranged.

A feast that shareholders are looking forward to is about to begin.