The Strongest War God Chapter 833: It's Never Too Late to Kill a Donkey!

Chapter 833: It’s Never Too Late to Kill a Donkey!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The donkey was not stupid. When it saw the black pot, it immediately knew that Luke Yates was going to stew it!

Luke pulled a long face. “Don’t shout. I’m using it to make tea!”

Kinslee Mayer was speechless.

After a moment of silence, Kinslee refused to believe that this big black pot was used to boil tea.

Who would use such a big black pot to brew tea?

This was clearly a big pot used to cook pigs!

The donkey was very vigilant. Luke brought in the huge pot, boiled water and sprinkled a large amount of tea leaves into it. It really looked like he was boiling tea.

Instantly, the room was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Kinslee was also a little skeptical, “Do you use this kind of pot to boil tea?”

“Of course!”

Luke said righteously.

Braydon Neal looked at him deeply. He knew that Luke could fool Kinslee.

If he didn’t know what kind of character the younger brother he had raised was, what kind of big brother would he be!

The little fool definitely had bad intentions by brewing such a big pot of tea.

Kinslee smelled the fragrance of the tea and was a little tempted. He asked,

“Can I have a bowl?”

“You really want to drink it?”

Luke tilted his head and looked at Kinslee as if he was considering something.

“You boiled all the tea leaves,” Kinslee said angrily. “Do you want me and your brother to drink plain water?”

“I’ll just drink plain water!”

Braydon silently picked up his teacup and moved away from the boiling pot to prevent the boiling tea from splas.h.i.+ng into his cup.

Kinslee filled a pot of tea and tasted it carefully. He nodded and said, “The tea leaves of this half-spirit tree are indeed mellow and rich. They have traces of spiritual energy. It is top-grade tea. Brother Neal, don’t you want some?”

“If it’s good, then drink more!”

Braydon refused expressionlessly.

After Luke finished boiling the tea, he did not drink a single drop!

He didn’t drink any of the tea he brewed and didn’t let his brother, Braydon, drink it.

There was definitely something fishy going on!

Luke came back with a basin and scooped out some water from the black pot. After the hot tea had cooled down, he brought it to the donkey and asked it to drink more.

Kinslee said with a pained expression, “You’re feeding such good tea leaves to a donkey?”

“Now that Old Man Giannis is gone, the donkey has no one to rely on. From now on, it will have to rely on me. If I don’t treat it well, who will?” Luke said affectionately, showing great concern for the donkey.

The donkey could understand human language and was so touched that it started to drink. It bent its neck to the basin and started to drink. The donkey drank a whole basin of green tea and even ate the tea leaves.

Kinslee felt his heart ache.

The donkey’s stomach was also full from drinking.

Luke was very attentive. He scooped another basin of green tea and brought it to the donkey. He stroked its fur and said softly, “Little donkey, continue drinking! ”

The donkey’s belly was bulging. It was obvious that it couldn’t drink anymore, so it shook its head vigorously.

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Luke pulled out the two knives at his waist and pressed the tips of the knives against the donkey’s b.u.t.tocks. His expression changed on the spot.

“Are you going to drink it or not?” he asked fiercely.

The donkey quivered and lowered its head to drink the tea with all its might, not daring to provoke the devil.

The donkey finished the second basin of green tea.

Its stomach was swollen like a big ball.

If he continued to drink, the donkey would die from being bloated!

Luke started to wash the pot at the side. He poured in tap water, added star anise, fragrant leaves, sesame seeds, pepper, and other condiments, and then added in chives and salt.

The donkey was dumbfounded, and its mind went blank.

What was he doing?

Sitting on the ground, Luke took out a whetstone from his waist and started to sharpen it. He turned around and asked, “Brother, the little donkey drank green tea. How long will it take for it to absorb and digest the tea in its stomach?”

“Why are you asking that question?”

Kinslee put down his teacup, surprised.

Luke said in disdain, “I can tell that you’ve never cooked before. Let me tell you, boiling donkey meat is the same as boiling herbal tea eggs. First, feed the tea leaves to the donkey. After it has digested them, kill it. The cooked meat will have a faint fragrance of tea leaves. It’s delicious!”

Kinslee:

He was speechless and dumbfounded.

This glutton had been thinking about eating the donkey since he brought back the iron pot!

In other words, Luke had been eyeing the donkey from when he was young!

“It’s never too late to kill a donkey!” Luke said seriously.

“Brother, you’re awesome!”

Kinslee wanted to pat the little fool’s shoulder, but he realized that half of his arm was numb.

He jumped in fright and broke out in cold sweat. Then, his body below his neck no longer seemed to belong to him, and he felt dizzy.

He realized that he had been poisoned!

From the moment he entered the room, he had drunk a few mouthfuls of tea from the iron pot.

Kinslee was livid. His face turned red as he shouted, “You poisoned me!”

“It’s not poison, it’s numbing powder!”

Luke was squatting on the ground, sharpening his knives.

Kinslee broke out in a cold sweat. He wondered if this little fool would chop him up and cook him in a moment of agitation.

The donkey quivered and cried out, but it could not move. It had lost all feeling.

Luke was smarter than a thief. He knew that the donkey liked to jump around. After he had drugged the pot of tea, he knew that the donkey wouldn’t be able to move.

Luke sharpened his two knives and went up to the donkey. He began to draw the tips of his knives on the donkey’s body, muttering that eating meat should be sacred.

Especially when eating a donkey, the first thing to do was to let the donkey bleed!

He squatted on the ground and pressed the knives against the donkey’s forehead. Then, he began to cut the donkey’s skull with the blades.

The fur on its forehead started falling.

Soon, the donkey became bald.

Bald donkey!

The handsome donkey was being tormented by Luke.

The donkey was so frightened that it was crying.

Tears fell down its face, and it was so scared that it peed itself.

Yellow donkey urine flowed all over the ground.

Braydon stood up expressionlessly. “I’ll leave this room to you. Don’t torment Little Donkey. If you have nothing to do, go around and find out which of the geniuses of the hundred schools of thought are here!”

In any case, it was impossible to count on the little fool to cultivate hard.

He had never seen the little fool cultivate diligently since he was young!

He had never seen Luke cultivate the Nine Yin Technique that Taran Reynolds had taught him.

It was a forbidden technique. Who knew how many people were envious of him!

Luke was very energetic. He did not dare to cause trouble for Braydon, so he tormented the donkey instead.

If the donkey followed him, who knew how much it would suffer in the future.

At this moment, Luke retracted his twin knives and squatted on the ground, looking at the crying donkey. He said in a low voice, “You have to listen to me in the future. I’ll ride you when we go out.. You’re not allowed to use your hind hooves to poke me again, you understand?”