Chapter 43: I Don't Go to Hell, Who Goes to Hell?
"Pretending to be a ghost, you think you can fool the past in this way!?" Silly looked around, and saw that no one else appeared, so he squinted his mouth and laughed sadly.
At this time, the old man had just finished equipping the "Lion Roar Gong", and Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that the surging power in his body was surging, and it felt quite steady.
"Boy! Are you ready? If we don't do it, we're going to go! ā
As he spoke, he shook the butterfly knife in his hand in a stupid demonstration.
Zhang Xiaoqiang raised a shallow arc, rubbed his hands harmlessly and said, "I'm ready!" Which of you will try it first? ā
"Me!" The stupid lack of a knife stopped, and volunteered to take a step forward with contempt.
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded, and then followed up: "Later, if I say "pour", you will fall, do you believe it?" ā
Silly Que laughed loudly: "Haha, if you can do it, Lao Tzu will call you uncle!" ā
"Forget it, uncle! It's still big brother. ā
"You ......"
"Pour!" Angry dantian, not waiting to be stupid and speechless, Zhang Xiaoqiang's "lion's mouth" opened, and he spat lightly.
He compressed the word "inverted", because when he performed the "Lion's Roar Gong", Zhang Xiaoqiang found that a fan-shaped cross-section area appeared out of thin air in front of him.
At the moment, he used his mind to adjust it to the extent that it could only wrap up the "stupid shortage".
This "down" shut, and then look at the "stupid shortage", just like the upside-down green onion fell to the ground on its back.
I'm cĒo! This is also a fork!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang was also taken aback by the power of the "Lion's Roar".
Immediately gathered his mind and moved to the rest of the bandits excitedly: "Who?" Who's next? ā
At this time, the baseball man who could react glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then waved his hand like a monster, and shouted in horror: "Retreat!" There's a tall man here! ā
"Brush!"
In an instant, the originally full alleyway fell to the point that only Zhang Xiaoqiang was left standing alone on the spot, and all the bandits disappeared without a trace under the greeting of the man.
Alas! Woe! The current robbers don't have any professional qualifications!
Brother has taken off his pants, so you guys are all like this? Say yes to the group fight, say yes to play together!
Yixing lowered his head, Zhang Xiaoqiang was just about to carry the rice bag home, and found that "Silly Missing" was still lying on the ground.
After hesitating for a moment, in the spirit of humanitarianism, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled over a rice bag and sat on it.
After about 5 minutes, the "stupid short" who was stunned by the sound waves finally woke up.
"You're awake!"
In his eyes, a big face full of smiles was slowly approaching.
"Silly Missing" looked at it in confusion, and then shook it like a needle in his buttocks, and then rubbed his legs and quickly retreated backwards.
He was shocked, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang very depressed, he tried his best to pose as a "saint" to save the world, and said softly with a smile: "Come, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." ā
The hair on the top of his head stood on end, and the stupid lack now looked like he had just been struck by lightning, and he stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang with frightened eyes, obviously the latter's previous "lion roar" left an indelible mark on him.
"Big, big brother, I, I, I'm wrong, small, small has eyes and doesn't know Taishan. I, I'm my cigarettes, money...... It's all for you, uh, if the eldest brother is interested, I'll get you a girl later. ā
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, got up and walked to the "stupid short".
After leaning over and squatting down, the probe took out the "softness" that was holding the stupid lack in his chest: "Cigarettes are poison, and smoking them is equivalent to chronic suicide, so don't smoke it." ā
Taking advantage of the situation into his trouser pocket, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the sky sincerely: "The Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ā
Then, he took out his wallet from the pocket of his "stupid" trousers, took out all the tickets inside, and then stuffed his brain into his pocket, and educated him seriously while stuffing it: "Money is the foundation of all evil, and the reason why society is so dirty now is because of these copper stenches." From now on, like me, you will become a man who treats money like dung. ā
"As for women's ......" Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed heavily: "There is a knife on the head of the color word, since ancient times, my brother is not interested in women." ā
When the words fell, "Silly Lack" subconsciously protected his chest and muttered timidly: "Eh, people, people only sell their arts, not their bodies." ā
Speechless!
Now that the "stupid shortage" has woken up, there is no need for Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is benevolent and righteous, to continue to stay and "guard" for him.
Standing up, Zhang Xiaoqiang Timmy left.
I didn't think about it, and I didn't take two steps, but I suddenly drank when I heard the "stupid shortage" behind me: "Wait a minute." ā
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and handed over an inquiring look: "What else do you have to do?" ā
"Silly Lack" twisted and pinched, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Then, what, big, big brother, it's dark and the road is far away, can you throw a coin for me to take the bus home for dinner?" ā
Robbing the road and robbing it into "nothing", "stupid lack" can be regarded as a "wonderful" branch that has no ancients before and no one after him.
When he returned to the rental house, it was almost 9 o'clock, Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the door and entered the house, and it was pitch black inside, which couldn't help but make him a little strange.
The heart is: Where did the old pig run? Have you returned to the soul realm? If that's the case, then it's Amitabha, and the Buddha is gracious.
After the rice was put away, Zhang Xiaoqiang forcibly went to the bedroom, turned on the wall switch, and when the light turned on, Zhang Xiaoqiang was startled.
I saw that the limbs of the old pig were "big", uh...... To be precise, it should be "wood", lying on his back on the sofa, a pair of eyes staring at the ceiling blankly. (Don't ask why it's wood, if you don't understand, ask the old driver.) ļ¼
I'll go! This can't be yesterday's ****, the stamina burp!
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly rushed over, holding the pig's head and shaking it and shouting: "Brother pig! Wake up! Brother Pig! You are the Pure Altar Emissary, Marshal Tianpeng, Commander-in-Chief of the Galactic Fleet, and Minister of Logistics of the Heavenly Court, you can't just braided for a bubble of! ā
While shaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang faintly heard a sound coming out of the pig's mouth.
He looked up and saw that the old pig was staring at him with a desolate expression.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to delay, so he put his face on the old pig's mouth and choked up a little: "Brother Pig, if you have anything to explain, just say it." ā
The old pig rose and fell his chest a few times, and said two words weakly: "I'm hungry~"
Speechless!
20 minutes later, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the board in a daze with a small bowl the size of a palm.
Opposite him, the old pig was holding the rice pot for cooking rice and copying the soup spoon "Wind and Clouds".
This is already the third pot of rice he has cooked, and he is about to bottom out with 20 catties of rice.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang was quite emotional:
Why doesn't the guy like "Stupid" believe him...... Brother, there is indeed a pig!
After eating, Zhang Xiaoqiang went to bed early, and the experience of this day was really exciting.