Resurrection of spiritual energy to become a god

He picked a few spiritual herbs in the basket and found a basin to wash them in. There was no water at all in the water tank.

He carried the basin with the spiritual grass in it and came to the well outside. Wash the spiritual herbs one by one.

When he poured water under a big tree next to the wall, a plant with small white flowers slowly turned from white to apricot, and then turned orange.

There was an indescribable smell coming from him. Zhao Ziwen quickly covered his mouth and nose, pulled a piece of rag from his body, wrapped it in the grass and pulled it up.

Seeing this grass, a crazy evil thought grew in his heart. He put the grass together with the spiritual grass in the pot and returned to his shabby yard as quickly as possible.

After digging around every corner, he found two spiritual stones. He quietly went to the kitchen steward with two spiritual stones and exchanged them for a piece of spiritual beast meat.

This time he returned to the kitchen and carefully cooked a large pot of spirit tea. When buying spirit beast meat, he also asked for some flour. Hearing that he wanted to take it to the competition hall, the steward didn't dare not give it.

It is better to do less than to do more. People here are living in fear now.

Zhao Ziwen counted the time, sometimes sneaking over to take a look to see when the competition would end.

Finally, when the last round was about to end, Zhao Ziwen came to the competition hall with a tray, and he placed the tray in front of Zhao Rou.

Because he knew that those people would not eat what he made, he put the teapot and the cups in place and stopped doing anything.

Because this is usually the case, if you do too much, you will be suspected. In the past, Zhao Rou thought he was an eyesore and told him to put down his things and get out.

These guys just played today. They are all a little tired. "Are you a dead person if you don't pour the tea? Don't you even have this bit of eyesight?" Zhao Rou opened her mouth and cursed.

"Sure enough, he guessed correctly. He placed teacups one by one in front of these gentlemen and young ladies, and then picked up the purple clay pot and poured tea in front of each of them.

The tea poured into the cup, steam rose up, and the people closest to it smelled the strong aroma of tea. It feels so comfortable. The snacks on the table also smell attractive.

Zhao Ziwen's behavior today was a bit strange, but no one noticed. I just feel that the tea made by this waste today is very fragrant. Everyone thinks that they are tired today.

After everyone drank their tea, they reached for the snacks. In the blink of an eye, a large plate of snacks was eaten by these ten or so people.

Zhao Ziwen kept an eye on it. He brought a small plate of snacks worth about four or five yuan and a small pot of spiritual tea to Mr. Zhao's small machine.

He didn't know if these two people would eat it. It was just that when serving tea, the lid of the teapot was not tightly closed on purpose, and the slightest mist floated out.

He put the tray down and didn't move. Not even the snacks in the tray were taken out. Because they all said they felt sick when they saw him.

It was very lively here tonight. Mr. Zhao was so excited that his blood boiled and his mouth went dry. Seeing a pot of spiritual tea next to him, he picked up the cup, poured a cup and drank it.

A feeling of comfort all over the body is unforgettable. He smacked his lips: "Madam, are you thirsty?"

Liang Yan was happy to see that his son performed very well tonight and didn't have to be cannon fodder. The whole night of being on tenterhooks and tense was finally over.

There was a feeling of relaxation in my heart, but I also felt a little tired. Smelling the aroma of the tea Mr. Zhao drank, he also felt a little thirsty. Licking his lips: "Have a drink."

When Mr. Zhao was getting Liang Yan a cup. By the way, I put the snack on the small table, took the cup and poured a cup of tea. He refilled himself a glass.

After drinking tea, I felt that the snacks in front of me were very delicious, neither big nor small. One mouthful was just right, and the two of them drank the tea and ate the snacks without realizing it.

Zhao Ziwen stood in the corner and watched the scene quietly, smiling silently: God, thank you for taking care of me once. Now I will die without regrets.

He waited quietly. The book said it would happen in half an hour, very quickly.

Brother, I'm sorry. If there really is a god in the sky, I hope you will keep my brother safe. These are the bad people who did you harm. They all deserve to die well.

Time passed bit by bit, and the ancestor of the Zhao family sat high on the main seat of the main hall. Looking at the few juniors left below, the hatred in his heart rolled endlessly.

"The boss, the second, the third."

"Yes, Father."

"Third brother." Old Ancestor Zhao scolded loudly.

Everyone looked at Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao and his wife were sitting there with smiles on their faces. He turned a deaf ear to the outside world, as if he had fallen into some sweet dream.

The head of the Zhao family walked over and patted Mr. Zhao on the shoulder. "Touch" Mr. Zhao fell to the ground stiffly, but the smile on his face did not change at all.

The head of the Zhao family felt for his pulse and took a big step back in shock. He looked at the old master of the Zhao family in shock. "Dad, the third child, he...he...!" The head of the Zhao family pointed at Mr. Zhao with a trembling finger, trembling even as he spoke!

The overwhelming pressure made everyone in the hall tremble, and many juniors who could not bear the pressure vomited blood and fell to the ground. The few remaining people are like leaves in the autumn wind.

"Who is it?" An angry roar came from the hall.

For a moment, the place was completely silent: "Dad, please calm down." The head of the Zhao family also had a look of fear on his face.

Ancestor Zhao put away his pressure, and the remaining people fell to the ground and gasped.

However, a strange scene appeared in the main hall. There was a table with Mrs. Zhao San still smiling and sitting motionless.

"Yu'er, Rou'er..." The head of the Zhao family stumbled to Zhao Yu's side.

"Yu'er, ah... who are my Yu'er and Rou'er? Poof...!" The head of the Zhao family was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Boss Zhao also ran to his two sons and one daughter, shaking his hands to touch his children.

"Bump..." The people at the table fell to the ground one after another.

There was deathly silence in the main hall. A bloody man in the corner crawled towards Mr. Zhao and his wife step by step, with a dagger appearing in his hand. He stabbed Mr. Zhao and his wife one after another.

"Hahaha... cough...! I finally got my revenge. You... all of these people deserve to die." Zhao Ziwen spat out blood and spoke intermittently.

The living people looked at this crazy bloody man. "It was you, it was you who killed my son." The head of the Zhao family pinched Zhao Ziwen's neck tightly.

"Why? Why?" Boss Zhao knocked off Patriarch Zhao's hand.

"Why did you do this?" He couldn't understand. His three most promising sons and one daughter were all dead.

"Why, you ask me why! Why should you blame my brother for your son's injury? If it wasn't for the pressure from your boss, how could Zhao Yuntian beat my brother half to death and be kicked out of the Zhao family?

Your son even designed to break off my engagement with Mu Ting. Didn’t Zhao Rou kick me like a dog and whip me like a beast every day. Ha...hehe...!

There is no need to compete now. These people are enough to exchange for those pills. "