"Master Li Xian, don't you have to work so hard?"

"The leader's order."

Li Mohuang secretly clenched his fists.

"Excuse me, Master Li, please go with me to the vegetable fields in the southeast of the city." Mistress Wu, leaning on a cane and accompanied by several young people, led Li Mohuang.

On the road, it was pitch black.

Li Mohuang was very angry and wanted to draw his sword and kill everyone around him.

"Grandma, you live at the foot of the mountain. You should have met the leader, right?" Li Mohuang asked, his tone gloomy.

The spiritual sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed three inches.

"We know him. Back then, Master Ye helped our village slay demons, and everyone in the village knew him." Mistress Wu said with a smile.

The sword in Li Mohuang's hand was immediately sheathed.

"It's your uncle! These people actually know Ye Feng. It seems that they can't kill anyone, otherwise, they will only cause a lot of trouble."

Li Mohuang admitted that he was in a bad mood.

He suddenly wanted to write a diary.

Vent today's grievances and anger on paper.

Several miles away.

Mistress Wu pointed to the dozens of acres of vegetable land, and then pointed to a large manure pit in the distance, and said: "That's the manure pit. The things in it are all brought down from Baifu City, and they are specially used to water vegetables."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Li."

Mistress Wu returned to Xiaolin Village with the support of several young people.

Under the shadow of trees.

Li Mohuang stood upright.

The moonlight shone through the cracks in the trees, leaving a tiny pale glow on his face, which was as cold as his eyes.

"I'm picking on your uncle!"

Li Mohuang kicked up a tree and then picked up manure.

The smell is very bad.

But he could use his spiritual energy to block the odor, but because he couldn't pick out the excrement, the excrement would occasionally spill out, pour it on the ground, and then step on it.

This feeling is so refreshing!

After a while, he was filled with stench.

As for the vegetable plot, only one-tenth of it has been watered so far.

Looking up at the white moonlight in the sky, Li Mohuang let out a shrill cry.

"I am a genius at the peak of Qi refining, and you want me to pick the shit?"

After the roar, he continued to pick shit.

The top of Piaomiao Peak.

Ye Feng lay leisurely on the recliner, watching Li Mohuang's every move from the Wentian Mirror, and laughed "Gee, gee, gee" from his mouth.
Chapter completed!