Tan Yao was in a hurry. He was looking at the new treasure in Shengxian Tower and was thinking proudly how to show off to others when he suddenly smelled a scent.

The greedy insects moved, and he came here with the fragrance, but saw Hua Xiaomi, who was also a cultivator, giving all the fragrant meat to the beggars, and immediately cursed in his heart.

How could such delicious food be eaten by such dirty beggars!

The children had two small hands and one small mouth, all of which were shiny and shiny, slightly reddish oil stains, and a slightly caramel-like meaty aroma that all stimulated his heart.

"It is not easy to make braised pork, so you should eat it for those who understand it. What do those beggars know? It's just that cows chew peonies!"

He didn't have time to care about whether he was a refugee or not. He only knew braised pork now!

"Ha~" Hua Xiaomi sneered and said:

"You must know that there is a difference between immortals and mortals. You have to interfere with the lives of mortals. When the thunder comes, let alone braised pork, I am afraid that you won't even smell the fragrance!"

What kind of cows chew peonies? Hua Xiaomi doesn't think so. She will give the meals she makes.

"What kind of thunder is it? I didn't kill people with my own hands. The way of heaven is fair. If you want to reduce thunder, you will naturally have to fall to those who kill people!"

Tan Yao was a little furious, but he was right. Although he cooked white porridge with his own hands, he also added Lanye grass roots to it.

But he didn't hand the poisonous white porridge to the refugees to drink with him.

Even if the thunder of heaven is not falling, it will not fall on him.

The way of heaven is not that idle. Most of the time it always watches quietly and keeps accounts silently, and only takes action at critical moments.

Therefore, it is really easy to die if a cultivator wants a mortal to die.

In the huge Wuliang City, there was only Tan Yao, a cultivator. So many refugees died, but there was still nothing wrong.

"There is no thunder, so you can do whatever you want and kill mortals at will?

Do you not practice all day long? Do you still have time to harm mortals who have no effect on you?"

Facing Hua Xiaomi's questioning, Tan Yao was very disdainful. He waved his sleeves forward, showing his fairy style, with a little pride:

"I am the lord of Wuliang City, and the people in the city should be dispatched by me!"

He paused and said:

"Winter is coming soon, and the cold weather is so cold that refugees cannot resist it, they will inevitably be frozen to death. It is better to eat white porridge and leave comfortably, so as to avoid suffering in vain."

Moreover, all the white porridge he made was made of smooth white rice. Being able to eat such good rice is considered a blessing for those refugees.

Hua Xiaomi was speechless for a while. She really couldn't understand why there were such a top-notch people in this world.

Or do they have such a top-notch idea in the entire Huangji Palace?

"Actually, the life and death of those refugees is not much to do with me. As long as you tell me the specific way to cook this braised pork, I can send someone to release them."

In Tan Yao’s heart, so many people’s lives are not as good as a plate of braised pork!

There were soldiers outside, and those who were unable to eat enough to drink were impossible to be the soldiers' opponents.

It will soon be bloody, all refugees will die, and these children will be killed.

Zhuo Yucheng's lesson told her not to get involved in mortal affairs, but she couldn't stand the cold blood of Huangji Palace, nor did she stand the ugly faces of the waiter and the others.

This always reminds her of Miss Jiaoyu, just a word from her. Her life is struggling in the gates of hell. It is just a word from her. Her hand is about to be cut off.

If those people are used to being arrogant, can they play with others' lives at will?

Hua Xiaomi's face was very cold and hard, and she looked directly at Tan Yao.

"Do you really think of yourself as an immortal? Why don't we fight each other and see who wins or loses?"

As she said that, she waved the dagger in her hand, full of threat.

Sure enough, she saw Tan Yao's face froze for a moment, and before she could speak, she said again:

"You are the lord of Wuliang City. Do you guess I will set fire to the city? I won't kill anyone~"

"You dare!"

Tan Yao was completely angry. Hua Xiaomi was as good as him. If he wanted to set fire and make trouble, he wouldn't be able to stop him for a while.

He finally got this city. If it was destroyed, he would have to go back to Huangji Palace in shame!

Those people can't laugh at him to death?

Besides, the palace is very rules, so how can I be free and easy in Wuliang City?

Seeing Tan Yao angry, Hua Xiaomi smiled and said quickly:

"I think you are also a food training practitioner. Why not do this? Let's have a competition.

If you win, I will give you the specific method of making this braised pork. If I win, I want the bottle of wine in your arms!"

She reached out and pointed forward, pointing directly into Tan Yao's arms.

There was a small jade bottle inside, and the liquid inside was filled with a hint of spiritual energy, which attracted Hua Xiaomi.

It should be a kind of wine when it smells, but she can't smell what kind of wine it is.

But she knew that the wine was very beneficial to her.

As soon as he said this, Tan Yao's face changed. He covered his arms with one hand and shouted sternly: "You are delusional!"

So excited?

For a moment, Hua Xiaomi became even more curious about the wine.

Seeing Tan Yao rushing up to fight with her, she quickly comforted her:

"What are you doing so excited? Before you can compete, you will definitely lose?"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm a disciple of the Emperor's Palace. How could you compare to the wild monk who came out of nowhere?

What to compare, I will go back to the Immortal Tower, I will wait!"

Before he knew it, Tan Yao's emotions were controlled by Hua Xiaomi.

So stupid, the way is unpredictable.

Secretly, Hua Xiaomi called him stupid, but on the surface he was still smiling. She collected the two bowls of braised pork and walked out.

He said, "Why are you still standing there? It's noisy outside, let them all disperse."

Tan Yao also felt that what Hua Xiaomi said was a little reasonable and was planning to do what she said, but he always felt something was wrong.

"You! How dare you plot against me?"

Tan Yao suddenly realized that the little girl in front of him was led by the nose, and he was immediately angry.

Looking at the besieged refugees outside, he seemed to have found a way to restrain Xiao Hanzi.

"Hmph, little Huazi, do you know that this infinite city has to be dispatched by me, and the life and death of those refugees is just my words."

His voice was proud, as if he had controlled Hua Xiaomi's weakness. He was waiting, waiting for Hua Xiaomi to show weakness to him.

Unfortunately, the imagined weakness did not come.

I saw Hua Xiaomi looking at him like a fool, but his face became increasingly ugly. Finally, he couldn't bear it and asked:

"Little Huazi, why are you looking at me like this?"

Hua Xiaomi's eyes were filled with contempt,

“I’m wondering if you have a brain?

You also know that mortals are all ants to us. What do you think I will do for a bunch of ants?”

Tan Yao was stunned. He always claimed to be smart and noble, but today he was hit by this little girl repeatedly. Why was his mind unconscious?

In his heart, those refugees were not as good as a meal and were judging others by themselves. Naturally, they thought that Hua Xiaomi had the same idea.

He knocked his head a little stupidly and re-crushed his thoughts.

I thought that those refugees could be killed in the future, but the bowl of braised pork is really delicious now.

Seeing those little beggars eating voraciously, he really wanted to eat them.

As food practice, food is the most important thing.
Chapter completed!