After Maomao scolded the Arhat crossing the river, the black silk thread freed from Cai Gen's body tied up the Arhat crossing the river tightly. Except for a little golden light, there was nothing else.
Cai Gen heard the key word, master? He was obviously talking about himself. Could it be that this furry monster was his apprentice?
No, he is the disciple of the God of Bitterness?
No way, in the past all the people who came out were Shen Nong and Yi, they were all human beings. What does this monster teach? Is it teaching cooking? Or is it called binding?
"Um, Maomao, right? I'm your master?"
Langlihao was controlled again by the black silk thread to Cai Gen's height, with the same tone,
"You are shameless enough. You just have the possibility of becoming a master, but you are not yet."
Cai Gen's face turned red unconsciously. What did he say? He felt good about himself again, but was given a big mouth by the reality.
It was only at this time that I discovered that the red fire in Langli Tu's eyes had returned to white, with a hint of clarity.
Moreover, it felt like Maomao was no longer as crazy when speaking now, as if a mentally ill patient had suddenly recovered.
"Well, I'm curious, what did that master teach you?"
Maomao controlled Langli and gave a simple answer,
"The master doesn't teach me anything, he is the master of cooking."
Sure enough, there was another deviation. It turned out that it was not a master-disciple relationship, so what is this thing? Cai Gen's understanding ability couldn't keep up.
"Then, what's your relationship with the master?"
Maomao spat in the waves and made an expression like she was looking at a fool. Although it was well hidden, Cai Gen still felt it.
"What relationship do I have with the master chef? It doesn't matter. He just finished cooking for others and used me to wash the dishes."
Dizzy, Cai Gen felt like a thunderbolt struck his brain. This thing turned out to be a dishcloth or a steel ball?
God of bitterness, you are so awesome. Are you so good at washing dishes with a steel wool ball?
Have you turned the steel wool ball into a big monster?
Cai Gen was finally convinced at this moment.
I was totally convinced.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep puff. Cai Gen began to inquire about the details.
"Maomao, what are you doing here? Why did so many people die?"
Maomao threw Langli to the ground, and it fell to pieces.
The body that echoed the Arhat crossing the river suddenly turned around, exposed his eyes and mouth, stared at Cai Gen and said,
"You still dare to ask Maomao what he is doing here? You put Maomao here and you didn't let Maomao go?
It's been so many years, and you haven't even mentioned coming to see Maomao. You've already forgotten about Maomao, right?
It’s in vain that I worked hard and didn’t slack off for a moment according to your arrangements. How about you pat your butt and forget about Maomao?”
This paragraph is spoken very smoothly, with clear words and rich emotions. You can't control your words and what are you gesticulating there?
Cai Gen couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to ask. Moreover, judging from the above reaction, he looked very familiar. Could it be that he and Du Ming had the same lines?
"Well, Maomao, don't get excited. I'm not him yet, so I really don't know."
Maomao's big eyes are very cute. When Cai Gen said this, he became even more excited and even had a tendency to cry.
"You are not him, which makes Maomao even more angry. Why hasn't he come back yet? Maomao misses him."
Although he was clearly talking about another person, Cai Gen actually felt remorseful and a little guilty. Where did this go?
"Maomao, it's his fault. It's all his fault. I'll help you condemn him."
Emotions not only appear on people's faces, but also on monsters' faces. After listening to Cai Gen's words, Maomao's expression changed,
"Are you crazy? Aren't you him? Are you condemning yourself?"
You have asked me to say this, whether it is him or not, what should I say? Cai Gen decided not to speak.
"It seems you really don't know, let me tell you.
There is a pool of water up here, you know? There is a volcano down here, right?
The water in this pool is the water cooling equipment of the volcano below, ensuring that the volcano does not erupt, otherwise the world will be destroyed.
The water in this pool is lifted so high, there must be someone below to hold it up.
Yes, Maomao is the poor person holding the water in the pool.
These spiritual energies are the driving force for Maomao to release and lift them high."
Cai Gen couldn't believe the truth he learned.
Let me go, is there really someone standing on the roof holding this basin of water?
Can a volcanic eruption destroy the world?
Is this water-cooling cooling equipment made by the god of suffering?
"Then why did so many people die?"
Maomao was very angry and complained,
"If the world is destroyed, then it will be destroyed. A group of greedy people want to steal it even if they don't know that there is spiritual energy in Maomao.
Mao Mao tolerates petty thieves, but they are getting more and more excessive, and they want to take away all the spiritual energy.
Without spiritual energy, Maomao couldn't lift the water in this pool. How to cool down the volcano without water?
Aren’t these people digging their own graves?”
Yes, Cai Gen fully agrees. He talks about environmental issues at a big level and his own life at a small level.
You always don't think long-term. You talk about saving the planet, but in fact you just compete for profit. The planet should be saved by you, right?
I haven't seen anything in more than four billion years. Is it necessary for you to save it?
To save is to save ourselves.
"Has Maomao been working diligently to protect these auras all these years?"
Maomao blinked slyly,
"Maomao definitely can't let them continue to steal. We killed a group of them first.
As a result, there was some residual resentment in my soul, and I absorbed some of it and merged some of it into these auras.
When I came again, I was killed by these desperate negative emotions.
Re-integrate, then kill, it's a virtuous cycle, Maomao is very trouble-free.
Even Maomao has absorbed a lot of negative emotions and has become a lot more irritable. Her mind has not been clear for so many years.
Fortunately, you came today and sorted out and purified the aura here. Even the negative emotions in Maomao's body were sucked away by you.
Maomao regained her senses and recognized the master."
Understood, the truth came to light, Cai Gen quickly asked Maomao,
"Have you seen my companions? A man, a woman and a donkey."
Maomao drew a black silk thread in the air, like a zipper, opening another space.
On the other side of the space is the iron gate of the entrance. Xiaosun and Xiaoshui are lying on the ground, with Naqi crawling next to them.
Cai Gen quickly ran over, as if stepping out of a mirror, to check on Xiao Sun.
Nothing happened, I just fainted and woke up after a few taps.
Similarly, Zhen Shuiyin also fainted.
It was different when I came to Naqi. He was snoring and fell asleep.
He kicked Na Qi, but Na Qi suddenly woke up and avoided Cai Gen's inevitable kick. He raised his head and cursed,
"Little fat man, are you cowardly? Do you dare to kick me?"
A black silk thread, as fast as lightning, was drawn on the donkey's mouth,
"Little donkey, are you cowardly? Dare you scold Master Maomao?"
