Chapter 292

Eating Maomao's meat could greatly increase his power!

These words scared Maomao into backing away continuously, cold chills rising, until he fell to the ground.

Luo Luo Rulie let him eat more food so that he would grow more meat for himself to eat.

Maomao waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no!"

Luo Luo Rulie proposed a suggestion: trade one catty of Maomao's meat for ten catties of grain.

Luo Luo Rulie added, "One catty of meat for ten catties of grain!"

"No, no!" Maomao was trembling all over, his lips pale.

Then he ran out of the Thunderclap Hall.

A subordinate asked Luo Luo Rulie why he didn't capture Maomao to enjoy him properly.

Luo Luo Rulie explained that he wanted the best meat, so he couldn't force Maomao and make him have bad thoughts; only if he cut his own meat voluntarily would it be the most delicious, and only that kind of meat could increase his power.

Before Maomao left, he gave Maomao a bottle of medicine—medicine for growing the body.

He believed that Maomao would return.

After Maomao ran out of the Thunderclap Hall and returned to Yong'an Pawnshop, he found everyone surrounding Jing Tian and Long Kui, begging for food; everyone was starving to death.

Everyone was like a hungry ghost.

Long Kui said to please trust her brother, there would definitely be a way.

But the civilians didn't believe her and kept asking.

Jing Tian was blocked in the crowd, unable to escape.

For a moment, he had no solution either.

At this time.

Maomao and Hua Ying returned; Maomao hurried forward to resolve the situation, saying he had found food.

This sentence instantly made the eyes of countless viewers turn red.

What could a mere mortal like Xu Xu Maoshan find when even the grown-up Jing Tian couldn't solve the problem?

There was only one answer.

That was Luo Luo Rulie's food.

He was going to use his own flesh to trade for food for these starving civilians.

Maomao returned to the Thunderclap Hall and agreed to Luo Luo Rulie's conditions.

Luo Luo Rulie looked up and laughed, and Maomao laughed along with him.

But the more the audience watched this laughter, the redder their eyes became.

"Dang dang dang dang..."

Suddenly, Luo Luo Rulie threw a pile of knives onto the ground and said, "Shall I do it, or will you..."

Maomao picked up a short knife and said, "I'll do this kind of thing myself."

Is he afraid?

Extremely afraid.

Is it painful?

This is cutting a piece of meat from one's own body; how could it not be painful?

But he decided to do it.

The heavy burden of saving the world was on his boss Jing Tian's shoulders, and he wanted to do something for Jing Tian.

The scene switched; Maomao returned with a large amount of food, including cooked sweet potatoes and rice.

Everyone surrounded him, scrambling for the food, very happy.

Finally, there was something to eat.

Yet no one noticed that Maomao was so weak and haggard at this moment, his face bloodless, walking slowly and staggering.

With so much food, how much of his own flesh had he cut off?

One catty of meat for ten catties of grain.

In the scene, there were dozens or even hundreds of catties of grain.

The Yong'an Pawnshop shopkeeper distributed the food to everyone.

Jing Tian ordered the Shushan disciples to have three sweet potatoes and a bowl of rice each, and they also began to eat.

Everyone was eating happily.

But...

The audience's tears could no longer be controlled, flowing down from the corners of their eyes like they were free:

"That's not food, that's Maomao's flesh."

"You are eating Maomao's flesh!"

"Crying to death, silly Maomao."

"Why cut your own flesh to save those heartless, selfish ghosts!"

"Wuwuwu..."

Countless people were crying and shouting.

Their tear ducts had already been detonated!

This segment was too heartbreaking.

And in the show, the heartbreak didn't end there.

Maomao specifically saved a duck leg for Jing Tian.

Jing Tian called for him to sit down.

When Maomao sat down, he hurriedly used his hand to pull the hem of his clothes, covering his leg tightly.

The audience's tears flooded again.

Everyone had already guessed where Maomao had cut his flesh from.

Jing Tian asked him where he found so much food.

This silly fatty replied, "In that village behind, there's... there's still a lot of food."

"How come I've never heard of it?" Jing Tian was puzzled.

"Boss, eat the duck leg," Maomao tried to change the subject.

"I won't eat it. You made the biggest contribution this time, it's a reward for you. Eat it, your saliva is already dripping."

Maomao looked at the duck leg in his hand and swallowed his saliva.

He really wanted to eat it, but he finally decided to give it to Jing Tian.

"I already ate when I was cooking just now," Maomao said with a smile.

Suddenly, Jing Tian patted Maomao's thigh.

Maomao felt the pain, cold sweat breaking out.

That position was exactly where he had cut the meat.

"You still want to hide it from me? Eat quickly."

"Still couldn't hide it from Boss." Maomao's lips turned even paler; enduring the severe pain, he squeezed a smile onto his face and thought for a moment, saying, "Leave it for Tang Xuejian and the others; they haven't eaten either."

Jing Tian pondered and said, "How about we save it for tomorrow, to hold a memorial service for Xu Changqing."

Maomao nodded and said, "Then I'll go put it away."

After Maomao finished speaking, he held the bowl in one hand and supported the ground with the other, wanting to stand up, but he tried several times and couldn't stand straight.

Finally, using all his strength, he managed to stand up.

He walked with slow steps, dragging his fat body, slowly heading toward the kitchen.

At night.

Maomao brought a basin of hot water, preparing to change the gauze bandaging his wounds.

When he rolled up the clothes on his trouser leg, revealing his bloody thigh, even the most hard-hearted person in front of the screen couldn't hold back, completely breaking down in tears.

"Silly Maomao..."

"Cried watching this, Maomao."

"Got a brick in my eye."