When we returned to the building, we all fell asleep quickly. In the short night that followed, nothing went wrong.

The next morning, estimated at about ten o'clock, the conch horn sounded again, which indicated that it was time for dinner.

I've had a meal with Beard, and this time I don't have to be like a stunned head, and I don't have to follow the big team closely. The two of us slowed down a little, and then walked to the villa.

Most of the people had already eaten, and to their surprise, the attendants, who had come early to-day, were now gathered in an open field, eating meat and eggs together.

The appearance of me and the beard also caught their attention. They stared at us both.

I can't describe their gaze, but my gut tells me that they don't mean much. Beard and I are both people who have had a lot of experience, and we don't feel much pressure at all about this weird gaze.

We each took a coconut shell and walked over to the rusty iron bucket.

I thought that this time we were still like first-class slaves, and the staple food was potatoes, but who knew that the fat girl standing next to the iron bucket held our coconut shells, and deliberately went to clean the iron bucket and carefully selected the stew full of meat.

This was not only unexpected by the two of us, but even the other first-class slaves were stunned.

I know that last time we had dinner, Sister Fox took care of the two of us, but this time the care was too direct. I said in my heart that we don't have the status of retinue, and we eat so well, how can we mix in first-class slaves in the future? Whether they are out of envy, jealousy, hatred, or resentment, they must not isolate the two of us?

I wondered how I could push back the stew with such a coconut shell, and who knew that the fat girl pointed to the attendants and said to me and the beard, "You will go there and eat in a while, and don't wander around." ”

I suddenly had an idea, and I said that the fat girl said that the meaning of the words, the two of us are just one short of a verbal announcement, in fact, they have already turned positive?

I was still a little confused, but Beard didn't care about that, and said to me, "Let's go." ”

When we approached these retinues, we were not moving fast, and we were also vigilant in our hearts.

When most of the entourage saw us coming, they no longer stared at us so strangely, but at the black chicken. As for the black chicken, he was originally eating the meat with his head down, but at this moment, he suddenly skimmed the coconut shell and stood up suddenly.

I had the worst impression of him, and even as soon as he stood up, I and the beard stood still.

The black rooster booed and asked the two of us, "What, afraid of me?" ”

The beard imitated the tone of the black rooster, and also booed, especially this boo was very loud, completely suppressing the momentum of the black rooster.

He asked rhetorically, "I'm afraid of you?" Just kidding your grandma, is there anything about you that scares me? Including the black stick that you think is very glorious, if you are not convinced, take it out and measure it, Lao Tzu can throw you a few streets. ”

The black chicken's face sank, and the other entourage, plus those first-class slaves, couldn't help but smile after hearing Hu Zi's words.

The black chicken clenched its fists and made a quack-rattling sound.

My original attitude, in this kind of place, make fewer enemies and make more friends, otherwise day by day, I will fight back and forth, when will it be a head? But in the face of the black chicken, my attitude changed. I said in my heart that this black man provoked again and again, and if he didn't clean up and obey, I and the beard would have no good fruit to eat in the future.

I also kept an eye on him at all times, and once he made a move, I would definitely go with the beard, and even with our special tricks, I would try to get the rest of my followers to come to his aid and subdue him.

But the black chicken was not so impulsive, and he was a little gasping for breath at the end, but he held back.

He left a sentence, "I'll leave Liang Zi with the two of you here first, and when we come back in the evening, let's have a good 'chat'." ”

He turned, and stepped back behind the men, as if trying to keep his distance from us.

The beard snorted, unimpressed. He also took the initiative to sit in the position where the black chicken had just sit.

And when I tasted the black chicken, I was still a little stunned for a while.

Next, Beard and I ate all the meat of a coconut shell, and at the moment when we had just finished eating, Sister Fox appeared from the door of the first floor of the villa.

She deliberately dressed up again today, especially the one she wore before was very revealing, and this time it was even more than that, especially the silk satin that covered her chest, almost barely covering the key part in the center, and the remaining half of the bait was fully revealed.

Sister Fox's dress also made the entourage present or the first-class slaves all react a little, thinking about it, these people can't touch women on the island, they are all holding back, and at this moment, there is also some beast blood boiling.

Sister Fox ignored everyone's gaze, but retreated outside the door, waiting patiently to wait.

I can see that there are still people who want to come out. And what I don't understand is that who is so important has to let Sister Fox take out this kind of respectful posture.

The question didn't last long, and soon there was a knock in the door, and at first glance it sounded like an elephant walking.

Then a huge figure slowly appeared at the door.

I looked at this person, my heart was shocked, and I can be sure that this is the pear king who has never shown up, I looked at his appearance, and suddenly understood why he was called the pear king.

He wasn't tall, estimated to be less than 1.75 meters, but he was so fat, almost like a pig. I'm not exaggerating to say that.

I guess I hugged the beard together, but I couldn't beat the thickness of the pear king's legs.

His figure is still typical of pear shape. The head is small, and it gets thicker and thicker as it goes down, and when it comes to the legs, the thickness is scary. If I were to assess his weight, I would guess that it was 500 pounds.

He had a hard time walking, and when he went out, the door was so narrow that he had to lean sideways and slowly move himself out.

The retinue all knelt on one leg and welcomed the Pear King. As for those first-class slaves, some of them followed the example of their retinue and knelt on one leg, while others only bowed to the pear king.

Beard and I looked left and right, and Beard whispered to me, "What are we going to do?" ”

I said in my heart that we are surrounded by retinues now, and it would be too conspicuous if we were just to make a fuss.

Didn't I just kneel on one leg in my heart? It's not kneeling on both legs, and there's nothing shameful about it. I took the lead, and then the beard knelt down like me.

King Pear seems to be a little dull, I don't know if it has anything to do with him being so obese. He ignored us, stared at Sister Fox, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of grabbing.

Sister Fox immediately leaned forward and let her chest take the initiative to stick to King Li's hand.

The pear king hummed with satisfaction, and even this hum was very similar to a pig.

I looked at all this and showed a very indifferent attitude, after all, this has something to do with me? And the beard came up again, and he scolded, "What a cabbage, it was arched by a pig again." It's so 'ashamed', I've been harmed by dogs again. ”

I turned my head and motioned to my beard, don't talk nonsense.

Originally, the beard was very light, and at most a few of the surrounding followers could hear it, who knew that the ears of the pear king were very smart, and he really deceived us all.

He looked at the stupid one, and when the beard's words reached his ears, he stopped what he was doing, turned his head sharply, and looked at the beard.

He grinned with a hideous grin. His original face was bloated, and with such a bared of teeth, his facial features sank into the flesh. At first glance, there is no nose, eyes or mouth on his entire face.

Pear King also ran at me and Beard.

With such a huge body, when he runs, how arrogant is the impact he brings?

My pupils shrank sharply, and it felt like a locomotive was about to hit me, and the ground was shaking.

I didn't dare to die with my beard, otherwise I would have been hit, and I doubted that my life would be explained here.

We both ducked to the side. And the entourage that was originally next to us, as if they had been brainwashed, took out a motionless posture at all.

In the end, the pear king didn't bump into the two of us, but accidentally bumped into an unlucky entourage. He was swept away by the strong force, and the whole person rolled backwards in a full circle, and finally lay on the ground, tilting his head.

The Pear King gasped for breath after he stopped, he now had no grinning expression, and his facial features slowly protruded from his flesh again.

I was blown away again. Beard and I looked at each other.

The scene was silent for a while, and the silence was terrifying.

But soon, Sister Fox broke the deadlock. She waved her hand to the black chicken's entourage, saying that the time was up, carrying the stretcher, and preparing to go.

The black rooster pointed to a few of his attendants, and you, you, yours screamed, and finally he pointed to me and the beard.

Beard and I haven't slowed down a bit, and Beard is in no mood to fight with the black chicken, especially since we didn't ask the black chicken what he told us to do.

After such a delay, the entourage walked into the villa and soon came out with an oversized stretcher.

The stretcher was made of wood, and several layers of thick blankets were laid on it, especially a layer of fur on top.

The black chicken told me and the beard not to be stunned and to carry the stretcher.

There were eight people, including the two of us, each holding a handle and lifting the stretcher steadily.

I looked at the stretcher and had a very bad premonition in my heart, and I was very pessimistic that it was really fucking like I thought.

We carried the stretcher to King Pear, who was angry and stopped targeting me and Beard.

He tilted his whole side and lay down on the stretcher.

Being pressed by him like this, I felt a lot more pressure on my hands all of a sudden. In order to make himself more comfortable, the beard put his two hands together and held the handle tightly.

Sister Fox shouted to those first-class slaves, let them have a job to do today, and if they don't have a job, stay in the small building and wait for us to come back.

These first-class slaves left one after another. And those of us are on the road.

Sister Fox is in front, Black Rooster is behind, and the others, including this stretcher, are all in the center. I figured it out, and my heart said that no wonder I and Beard ate so well today, it turned out to be premeditated. We were also unfortunate to become "sedan chair drivers".

Also, I don't know where we're going or how many roads we have left. I said in my heart that if I really want to walk ten miles and twenty miles like this, won't I be exhausted to death?

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