"Oh-ah......h

Wang Erzi was bitten hard by the pestle, and he was suddenly in pain, crying like a wolf.

But no matter how he roared and struck, the pestle was so stubborn that he didn't let go, so painful that he grinned and sweated on his forehead, and he didn't dare to move on the ground anymore.

Seeing that he was honest, the pestle turned over and rode on his back. In his mouth, he was still biting it, and bright red blood was oozing from his teeth, and he didn't know if it was the second son of the king.

The pestle firmly rode Wang Erzi, clasped his neck with both hands, and asked vaguely: "Do you accept it?"

"Oh, my uncle...... Wear!...... Serve the ......"

The second son of the king was like a dead chicken with its wings outstretched, and he didn't dare to move, and he even begged for mercy.

The pestle was sure that he would never dare to make another mistake, so he let go of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood on the face of the second son.

Looking at Wang Erzi's wrist again, he actually tore a large piece of flesh alive, and he was showing white tendons and gurgling blood.

The people present grinned when they saw it, as if the hanging half of the meat was their own.

"Phew, see how dare you bully my eldest sister!"

The pestle scolded and stood up, and the second son of Wang on the ground moved his facial features in pain, grabbing his wrist and rolling around.

The pestle let out a long breath and looked inside the house. The eldest sister was so frightened that she was holding on to the door and trembling.

The pestle wanted to step forward to comfort her, but the woman suddenly closed the door and blocked the pestle out.

"Big, big sister......" The pestle called outside the door for unknown reasons.

After a long time, a woman's voice came from inside the crack in the door: "Let's go! Today's ...... You shouldn't care!"

"However, you are kind to me, and I can't ignore it!" said the pestle anxiously.

The woman sighed with a crying voice: "Alas, I am a fire pit, you don't understand! You go, don't come again......"

The woman never answered again, and no matter how the pestle knocked on the door, all that was left was the sound of whimpering sobs.

The pestle calmed down and speculated: The eldest sister must be afraid of the second son's revenge, no, I have to take care of this matter to the end!

Thinking like this, he turned around angrily, wanting Wang Erzi to guarantee that he would no longer bully people, but Wang Erzi had long since slipped away.

The pestle knew that a scoundrel like Wang Erzi would definitely not give up, and he would really help the eldest sister if he didn't know it.

What should I do? The pestle looked at the crowd of onlookers who were gradually dispersing, and stood there without an idea for a while.

"Alas, it's useless to regret it at this point, you can only take one step at a time and watch more carefully!"

The pestle pondered for a long time and sighed helplessly.

Originally, I wanted to find a black fat man to seek justice and go back to my backpack, but I didn't expect to encounter such a show from Wang Erzi, and now I definitely can't abandon my eldest sister.

Also, is the girl in the crowd just now sweet......

The calm pestle doubted her eyes, and for a moment she thought that the girl was a hallucination.

Well, maybe she's dead too...... Otherwise, how could she ignore herself and leave? This must be her soul to help her!

Well, it's good to be dead, why bother a girl who is scared when she runs around......

The pestle was in a trance again, not only unable to let go of the eldest sister, but also worried about sweetness.

In the past, in Qingshan Village, since his father and mother left him, the pestle lived every day when one person fed the whole family and was not hungry, how could he have such a sad worry?

He tossed and turned in his heart, and finally took a deep look at the closed door of the massage parlor, and had to leave in a huff......

Whether Tian Tiantian is dead or not, no one really knows, including the author of this book.

However, on the main road in the southern suburbs of the city, there is a girl riding a bicycle happily.

Her figure is very light and beautiful, and she hums a song in her mouth, which is very good.

But what is amazing is that this beautiful girl's appearance is strikingly similar to Tian Tiantian, just like the same person!

The girl sang all the way, looking carefree, and her sweet face was filled with the innocence and beauty of a young girl.

However, as she sang, she suddenly frowned and stopped singing, and slowly stepped on her feet and muttered to herself:

"It's really unreasonable, two big men are jealous and fight for an immodest woman, I think these two are underwhelmed!"

The girl was angry, and her pretty face was covered with frost and mist, which was so beautiful that it made people's hearts pound.

However, Kiko wasn't sure that the girl in the crowd he was seeing was real.

A hundred years of repair can be crossed in the same boat, and a thousand years of repair can be slept together. He felt that Tian Tian might always be a guest in life for him!

Maybe they don't even have a hundred years of cultivation, and they are just toads who want to eat swan meat, wishful thinking......

At this moment, he is walking aimlessly on the street with his head down.

To say that it is aimless but purposeful is nothing but full of helplessness and hopelessness.

He wants to find the black fat man to seek justice, and he also has to pay attention to the traces of the second son of Wang to ensure that the eldest sister is thorough, and he also has to worry about how to fill his belly and have a foothold......

"Alas, that dirty old woman's shabby shack will definitely not go, not even a kennel!"

Although the pestle had fallen to the extreme, it still had a little disdain for the broken shack with a leaky roof.

However, he wandered around the streets all day, and even went around the neighborhood, but he couldn't find the fat black man.

He hadn't even eaten a bite of lunch, and when he saw that the sun was about to set, he finally turned around and went back to the shack.

The old woman who was sweeping the garbage happened to be pulling the garbage truck back, and when she saw the pestle standing outside the door, she smiled honestly and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What's the matter? I'm back again! I heard someone say that there was a little lame man on Anliang Street who bit away from a second-rate man on Anliang Street, but you?"

"Uh...... Well. ”

The pestle couldn't hide his embarrassment, and he replied in a low voice, and then asked puzzledly: "Erliuzi?" Are you talking about Wang Er or ......?"

"Of course it's the second son of the king! That guy is a ruffian, eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, eating and being lazy, and bullying honest people, just a subordinate!"

The old woman put down the car and hunched over and cursed.

“……”

Listening to the scolding, it seemed that every sentence had fallen on him, and he felt that his face was hot and self-conscious.

When the old woman saw that the pestle was standing in a daze, she stopped scolding and asked, "Son, you are not hurt by him, are you?"

"Hmm......" The pestle came back to his senses, and quickly showed a relaxed look, raised his fist and said, "How can it, old ...... I'll do it in a few clicks!"

He originally wanted to call himself "Lao Tzu", but for some reason, he had no confidence in front of the old woman.

"Hehe, at first glance, you are a countryman, this is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!"

The old woman grinned and praised with her black teeth.

"What? Beasts are poisonous and not afraid of tigers!"

The pestle didn't understand what the old woman meant, and stared at her in a daze: "I ...... I'm not poisonous!"

The old woman was amused by the pestle: "Hey, hey, hey, you kid, I mean you're not afraid of a tiger!"

"Oh!" suddenly realized that the pestle said embarrassedly, "How can I not be afraid of tigers, I am even afraid of dogs......!"

The pestle suddenly revealed the stuffing as he spoke, and hurriedly stopped the conversation, "Hehe...... Hey, I'll help you push the cart!"

The old woman narrowed her eyes and stared at the pestle for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, it's okay." ”

Seeing her agree, the pestle ran to the back of the car with a limp, held the iron box on the car, and pushed the car into the small courtyard with the old woman one after the other.

When the car stopped steadily, the pestle straightened up and found that the small car was full of waste cardboard, empty bottles, broken copper and iron, rag heads and other waste products, not to mention dozens of catties.

"Here, I'll help you unload the car!"

The pestle endured the hunger in his belly and offered his hospitality.

"Don't, don't be busy just yet. ”

The old woman raised her hand to stop her, and turned around to look her pestle up and down, which was staring straight hair.