I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, what does this mean?" Xuan Ming Zu Wu also expressed confusion, wondering why Zhen Yuanzi threw out a Xuanxian. Was he giving it to them to eat? The key point was that Ye Chongren was too small to fill the gaps between his teeth.

This is not surprising. If it weren't for the innate Dao body, the body of the Dijiang Ancestral Witch would be 9,100 kilometers tall, and the other Ancestral Witches would be 9,000 kilometers tall. In front of them, Ye Chongren would be nothing more than a pubic louse. (Click to view image)

Fortunately, the Twelve Ancestral Witches exist in the innate Taoist body and are about the same size as Ye Chongren, otherwise, when Emperor Jiang straightened his tiger body, it turned out to be the Autobot - Optimus Prime.

"Emperor Sui, it's your turn to perform." Zhen Yuanzi didn't care at all about the doubts raised by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He knew in his heart that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were straightforward and said what they thought. Although their words were harsh, at least they were not scheming.

Ye Chongren didn't say anything, but took out the Taizi sauce-flavored liquor and started smashing it on the ground.

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Ye Chongren was very particular about smashing the wine. He smashed it around the Twelve Ancestral Witches, allowing the aroma of the wine to spread.

The reason why Ye Chongren chose Taizi sauce-flavored liquor is because Taizi sauce-flavored liquor tastes the best. Now the Twelve Ancestral Witches ignore him, but soon they will be out of his reach.

"What is the taste?"

"It smells so good... I think I can eat it."

"Wait a minute, don't smash it, let me taste it."

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As the smell of wine spread, Zhu Rong was the first to be unable to bear it. He took advantage of the moment when Ye Chongren threw out the wine jar and snatched it away.

Ye Chongren ignored Zhu Rong and continued to take out the wine jar and started smashing it on the ground.

"Wow...it's delicious, so enjoyable." Zhu Rong opened his mouth wide and took a sip of wine. His whole body trembled and his eyes changed.

Zhu Rong swore that he had never drunk such a delicious thing before, and it seemed that some of the evil spirit in his body had been expelled.

"Really?" Led by the ancestor witch Zhurong, the ancestor witches Jumang and Rushu snatched the jar of wine thrown by Ye Chongren and started pouring it into their mouths.

The ancestor of time, Zhu Jiuyin, was even more exaggerated. He directly reversed time, restored the Taizi sauce-flavored liquor that Ye Chongren had smashed, took it away, and enjoyed it alone.

"Human race's Emperor Sui greets all the ancient witches." After enough preparation, Ye Chongren raised his hand and gave everyone a jar of wine.

At the same time, Ye Chongren also took out a jar of wine and motioned everyone to drink together.

"Fellow Daoist, what is this... It tastes so good, right?" The Twelve Ancestral Witches' current mood is exactly the same as the reader's mood when he drank a beverage for the first time as a child. In addition to thinking it tastes good, he also finds it strange.

They couldn't help but wonder how there could be such delicious food in the world, and whether they had lived in vain before.

For example, the first time I ate instant noodles in a bucket, I thought it was the most delicious thing in the world and I wanted to eat it every day. (Damn, now that wish has come true, I have to eat it so often that I feel like vomiting when I see instant noodles.)

"My fellow witch ancestors, this is called wine, and I brewed it myself. It required 1,800 kinds of natural treasures, and took 18,000 years to brew carefully. Then I integrated the blood of ferocious beasts and spiritual springs, and only then did I succeed..." At this time, Ye Chongren naturally had to brag, and the bigger the bragging, the better.

There is no way. The innate Dao body is all cheap and frivolous. They don't know how to cherish things that are too easy to get. The more precious it is, the more they enjoy eating it.

“Good luck to you, fellow ancestor witches.

After Daoist Fellow Suihuang brewed the first batch of wine, he thought of you, saying that this Wu clan is the orthodox Pangu clan, with the merits of creating the world, and no one else is qualified to be the first to enjoy it except you. In order to integrate into the Wu clan, Zhen Yuanzi immediately began to play the supporting role.

"Then why did you smash the wine?" After taking another sip of wine, Hou Tu looked at Ye Chongren more and more favorably.

But Hou Tu couldn't understand why she could just give it to them. Why smash it on the ground? If it weren't for the clever methods of Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestor of time, wouldn't all that wine have been wasted?

“Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, I don’t think it’s right to give the drink to anyone first, regardless of the order of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.