"What are you talking about? The mirror is broken!ahh......h

When the pestle heard Zhang San's crazy words, he almost screamed, and suddenly remembered the dream he had, oh my God, is all this true?

He reached out and touched the slingshot in his pocket and the black iron bead, it was really very real, and the iron pimple was still there!

He couldn't help but be stunned......

"Ah, it's broken!" Zhang Sanmad saw that he didn't believe it, so he continued to explain:

"In those two days, the mountain people were busy catching cat demons, and they heard a loud noise between the heavens and the earth, like the birth of the monkey, and the mountain shook the ground and moved the thunder under my feet.

Zhang Sanmad was like a storyteller, dancing around the pestle on the street, spitting and flying stars. He painted so vividly that the pestle didn't believe it, and asked:

"Go, what kind of cat demon monkey! What are you fooling the hell?"

"It's not...... I'm not fooling, it's true!" Zhang Sanmad was a little aggrieved.

But Kiko didn't want to believe it, he felt that his current stable life was not easy to come by, and he didn't want to be disturbed by anything. However, he was also worried that Zhang Sanmad had said something that had leaked his mouth, and he always felt unreliable, so he asked further:

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and tell me honestly, are you really coming to the provincial capital this time to save the old and disabled?"

"Uh, this...... Old and disabled, it's really not easy to save ......" Zhang San hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

"Hmph, that's true!" the pestle smiled coldly, gritted his teeth and scolded:

"Master should have known a long time ago that you are a treacherous guy who eats inside and out! I don't want to think about who the old cripple is, a murderer! You actually have a nest with rats and snakes with him! Hmph, just because you are a madman with a shaved head, you still want to save people? Jokes, it's really ridiculous!"

Zhang Sanmad was scolded for being bloody, but he was really anxious about the old man's affairs.

Since he came to the provincial capital to find Li Qing in danger, he had no choice but to follow Detective Li's student, Lin Zhengfeng, the head of the Anliang Street Street Police Station, to Anliang Street.

Director Lin asked him clearly about the affairs of Qingshan Village like a prisoner, told him to calm down and wait for the news, and sent him out.

Zhang Sanmad came out of the police station and had nowhere to stay, so he had to walk on the streets, wanting to shave people's heads to earn a piece of eight cents to buy a bun to eat, but the head on the street was stunned that no one wanted to let him shave.

Helpless, he had to beg around for news from Director Lin. But since then, the old man's matter is as unclear as a broken thread, and there is no follow-up. During this period, he also went to the police station many times to inquire, and each time the reply was to calm down and go home and wait for news.

But how can he have a home, the sentence of the old man is approaching day by day, and Zhang San is so anxious that he is on fire. So later, I met Zhu Wu to make trouble at the wonton stall, but he was nosy.

Later, he met the snow wolf, and then he was blackmailed by the pig demon of the scrap station to pick the son, and then met the evil dog and the pestle, although this bumpy encounter was not a storm for him, but it was also full of bitterness.

Now that he has been scolded by the pestle, can he not feel aggrieved in his heart? So he wanted to make a deal with the pestle, and muttered angrily:

"It's true, the old cripple has a grudge against the two of us! But isn't this old guy unlucky, no matter how big the hatred is, he can't die without help!"

"Bah, he's unlucky, you can pull it down, he deserves to kill someone, and it's not too many to shoot ten thousand times!"

"Eh, you can't say that, according to my analysis, the old cripple is not the murderer......!

Zhang Sanmad hurriedly persuaded him, and described the whereabouts of the old cripple in the days when Wang Shuini was killed.

After listening to this, the pestle patted his head and felt cold in his heart: It's bad, it's bad...... Could it be that the murderer is really sweet......

He was not at ease, so he asked again: "Are you ...... Do you really think that the old cripple is ...... Wronged?"

"Yes, I've really been wronged! The hungry dog is very gnawing on, a hundred sures!" Zhang San insisted on madness.

Seeing Zhang San's crazy words, his head "buzzed" and he was even more out of ideas.

What can I do? What can I do...... If Wang Shuini is not an old murderer, then ...... Then you can only rely on the sweetness! No, no...... The old man is innocent, and he must be wronged!

The pestle broke out in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth secretly, and stared at Zhang Sanmad: "You can't go to Detective Li, you can't save the old and disabled, he ...... It's not a pity for him to die!"

"Huh, it's not a pity for him to die?" Zhang Sanmad was also angry when he heard this, and asked rhetorically: "It's all living human lives, and whoever dies is a pity?" Ma Jizi, I used to see that you still talked about righteousness, but I didn't expect that your bones were full of ruthless anger that cares for human life!"

"What? You're just fucking the life of a slut!" The pestle was also really anxious, threw the broken shovel, and pushed Zhang San crazy: "It's just that you can't save that old immortal dog rotten egg!"

Zhang San was crazy and almost fell, and before he could stand firmly, he hurriedly turned red and pushed the pestle violently, and said angrily: "Grandma! The mountain people are still talking here, if I don't rescue the old and disabled, I won't be called Zhang Xicai!"

The pestle "snorted" and roared: "You dare to save you, Lao Tzu broke off friendship with you!"

"Break off friendship, you don't know what to do, it's rare to be with anyone, break off friendship!" Zhang San also jumped to his feet and scolded coldly.

The pestle jumped two feet high (the standard height of the leg is not lame, but can exceed three feet) and jumped to scold:

"You are a skunk badger who spews feces and farts to eat by yourself, and you have asked for Lao Tzu's three owl eggs in vain, and you have eaten Lao Tzu's leg of mutton in vain...... You will be a bachelor for the rest of your life!Find a wife with three legs!Have a child without a fart/eye!Fart in the bed, and shave your head in the next life......"

"Damn! Lao Tzu told you to scold ......" Zhang San was crazy, and as soon as he reached out and took out the hard leg of mutton bone from his arms, he threw it over, "Return your grandma's leg of mutton!"

Seeing a black and bright thing striking at the front door, the pestle hurriedly dodged away, looked down and couldn't tell whether it was an iron head or a mallet, and scolded angrily: "Old thing, you dare to hurt people with a secret weapon!"

"I'm sorry!" Zhang San saw that he didn't hit him, so he crossed his waist and shouted in the street:

"The big villain of Qingshan Village, Ma Zhuzi is not a person, he is abducted and deceived to dig people's graves, he has no conscience to run away from his mother, he steals people's milk covers and is really cheap, he hides in the bed and secretly hair/spring, he does not belong to people, he does not belong to dogs, he rolls under his feet, he steals chickens and dogs and plays hooligans, and he ......is really dead."

At this moment, the sky is bright, and there are more pedestrians on the street. Zhang Sanmad's singing advertisement effect was particularly strong, and it immediately attracted many passers-by to stop and watch.

In the face of passers-by pointing and discussing, Kiko realized the reputation crisis for the first time, and he was really worried that the little reputation he had worked so hard to sweep on Anliang Street during this time would return to the past.

But Zhang Sanmad's stinky mouth seemed to have been on the strings, changing tricks and shouting and singing, more and more people gathered, and the pestle became more and more unable to get off the stage, and finally rushed forward in annoyance, grabbed Zhang Sanmad's collar and picked up his fist and was about to start: "I'll beat you to death, an old brute......"

"Wow, you kid is really hands-on!"

Zhang Sanmad was also unequivocal, grabbed the pestle and rushed up with his arms, and the two of them held up the cucumber stand above their heads.

"! I don't have to meet you today...... "The pestle wrestled with green tendons on his forehead.

Although he is young, his one-legged strength is discounted after all, and he is bent on making individual legs by surprise, but the lame leg does not cooperate, and he always has more than enough strength but not enough strength. Although Zhang Sanmad is a little older, his two legs are steady, so he defends to the death. The two are also evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

At this time, the onlookers didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and they all started to coax:

"These two guys, the show will start early in the morning!"

"No, it looks like a real fight, right?"

"What are you really fighting, didn't you look at the slow motion, this is a morning exercise!"

"Yes, kick, kick him!"

"Don't bare the cow, don't him, don't him, twist him......"

"Hey, it's hard to thunder and it doesn't rain! Come on something real, bite him......"

The pestle and Zhang San are crazy, you come and go, you retreat, I go in and I fight, sometimes like a cockfight, sometimes like a bullfight, causing everyone to scream.

The pestle struggled hard, and secretly sighed in his heart: Grandma, I didn't expect this old skunk to be quite energetic! I used to always pretend to be cowardly in front of Lao Tzu, but I turned out to keep my fucking back hand!

Zhang Sanmad was also sweating, and secretly decided: Little rotten egg, this time I also want you to see the ability of my half-immortal, so as not to underestimate us in the future!

The contest between the two is like Tai Chi Yin and Yang Bagua, which seems to be silky and continuous, but in fact, they have already used the power of the wilderness. After a while, both of them were panting and sweating, their cheeks and backs were sore, their legs were weak, and their slow motion became even slower.

The pestle had no move, panting and baring his teeth at Zhang San crazy: "I've forced Lao Tzu to be anxious...... I can bite!"

"Who's afraid of whom...... You bite me too!" Zhang Sanmad also gritted his teeth in return.

The snow wolf on the side only thought that the two were joking at first, and they were still sitting on the ground excitedly watching. Later, when I saw them open their teeth, I wondered in my heart, this is obviously the signature action of our canines fighting to the death, why did these two goods use it......