The little dumpling jumped onto the cart, leaned close to the wine jar, and exclaimed, "What a rich aroma! Why didn't you bring out such good wine for me to drink before?"

Ma Hu said with a crooked mouth, "We all benefit from the great immortal's influence; Xiong Shan never gave me any to drink."

"Let's drink until we drop tonight!"

"We won't stop until we're drunk."

Ma Hu chuckled crookedly.

The little dumpling suddenly noticed Qin Luo approaching. She covered her head and jumped off the cart, saying, "Boss, I was just kidding."

Qin Luo didn't say anything. He looked at Ma Hu and smiled slightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's no trouble at all. It's my honor to receive the invitation from the Great Immortal," Ma Hu said respectfully.

Qin Luo said earnestly, "I mean you worked very hard to help the people. When the Chu Kingdom was in turmoil, you transported people to Luoxia Peak by the cartload to take refuge. I know all of that."

"As a minor deity within the territory of Chu, I have always been supported by the incense offerings of the people. Helping the people escape from disaster is my duty," Ma Hu said, bowing his head, not daring to claim credit.

"Old Ma, why are you being modest?"

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Qin Luo smiled and said, "Then you go ahead and get busy. I'll find you for a couple of drinks tonight."

"Hahaha."

Ma Hu laughed with a crooked mouth.

Lin Jia'er leaned on Qin Luo's shoulder, watching the big black donkey pull the wooden cart further and further away. "The talking black donkey, Uncle Qin, is that a monster?"

"It is a monster, and also a mountain god."

Is the mountain god a good person?

"It has its pros and cons."

The little dumpling raised an eyebrow. "Little Jia'er, don't be afraid. In the Purple Cloud Mountains, the Great Protector will protect you."

"And me too."

Xuanqing and Xiaodie spoke at the same time.

"And Uncle Qin is protecting me!"

"clever."

"hey-hey."

Lin Jia'er smiled happily.

Qin Luo asked softly, "Do you want to go home?"

Lin Jia'er shook her head repeatedly, "Uncle Qin, I'll be good, I want to play for a couple more days."

"Can."

Qin Luo smiled slightly.