Looking at the hot oil poured down, Wang Zhi, Qian Jia, and the waitress all screamed in unison, but their voices were obviously different, and their voices seemed to be one after another.

However, just when Wang Zhi thought that even if the monk would not be cooked, he would at least have a medium-ripe color, but he saw the monk suddenly turn to the side, grab the wine gourd on the stick, and at the same time, as soon as he raised his head, the wine gourd poured into his mouth.

Gao Chenwu screamed in pain, twisted his body as if he had no bones, but before he could stand up straight, he pulled the stick and pulled it to his side.

It's a pity that the monk firmly grasped the wine gourd, and the stick and the dirty red rope were kicked straight, but the wine gourd did not leave Jin Zhu's hand.

Seeing that this hand didn't work, Hanako hadn't completely stood up straight, her body bent like a cat, and she scurried up along the wooden stick, and at the same time grabbed up quickly with her left hand, grabbed the lower half of the gourd, and then howled like a dead father: "Let go!" ”

The monk finally let go of his hand, and when the wine gourd left, he licked his mouth unsatisfied, then raised his hand, dipped a drop of wine on his chin with his index finger, and licked his finger with his tongue.

And Gao Chenwu, who had already taken back the wine gourd, retreated a few steps, almost sticking to the wall of the private room before stopping, and as soon as he stopped, he looked impatiently into the gourd, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but roar in pain: "You shit!" It's almost all over for Lao Tzu! ”

Jin Zhu laughed out loud and said, "Isn't it just a sip of wine!" There are a lot of Lao Tzu! As he spoke, he kicked the beer crate on the table, and a bottle of beer flew up from the box with a swish, and the monk grabbed it, and before he could do anything, the beer lid collapsed, so he grabbed the bottle and poured it into his mouth, but he just poured it into a little, and before he could swallow it, he suddenly squirted out, and then frowned and looked at the wine bottle and said, "It's really worse than fucking horse pee." After he finished speaking, he thought about it, turned his head to look at the silly girl at the door and said, "Hey, go and get the monk some wine that can be drunk." ”

The little girl was looked at by the monk directly, and was questioned, the soul that had flown to the unknown tens of thousands of miles away was finally pulled back, she gently "ah", obviously a little puzzled by Jin Zhu's words, but before she could figure this out, she suddenly woke up, her hands suddenly put on her chest, as if she had encountered something extremely terrifying, she screamed loudly, and at the same time, as soon as she turned around, she was about to run away desperately.

But the little girl's screams only lasted less than a second before they suddenly stopped.

Wang Zhi basically didn't feel anything about the things around him, it wasn't that he was calm, or even how numb he was, but that things happened too fast, from the two madmen who made their moves, to the waiter screaming, and suddenly not screaming, the whole process was only two or three minutes, in such a short period of time, let Wang Zhi's brother have a feeling about so many things, it was indeed too exalting him, at this time, he could only follow the development of things stupidly, cast his eyes on the door, and turned around, facing the waitress outside the door.

The little girl couldn't scream, and she didn't run for her life, but took a step back like a puppet, and then two or three steps back, until she retreated into the private room, and a figure appeared outside the door.

This is a man, in his forties, with a masculine face, and meticulously wearing a new set of Tang clothes, he was staring at the messy room with an unhappy face, and then he collapsed and closed the door of the private room.

Wang Zhi was a little uncomfortable with this face, and he was also a little uncomfortable, because the person who came in was Zhao Wuzhen, the upright master of Wangjiang City.

To be honest, Wang Zhi doesn't like Zhao Wuzhen's kind of decent and rigid people, which makes him always think of some rich people, or some high-ranking officials, at this time, compared to Zhao Wuzhen, Jin Zhu and Gao Chenwu are a lot cuter.

After Zhao Wuzhen came in, he stared at the people and ghosts in the room one by one, and then stared at the eyes of the waiter who already looked like a sculpture and said, "The guest in this private room accidentally knocked over the soup pot, go and bring it up again." ”

The girl sighed softly at this time, and then turned her head, and saw Jin Zhu, who still had a lot of beef slices hanging on her body, and asked suspiciously, "What is this......?" What's going on? No burns, right? ”

Jin Zhu stood there straight, stupidly not speaking, but looking at Zhao Wuzhen.

Zhao Wuzhen frowned and said, "Hurry up and ask someone to bring the pot, and come back to clean up the house." ”

The little girl saw that Zhao Wuzhen didn't look like a good person who was easy to talk to, so she immediately blushed, lowered her head, staggered away from him, opened the door and went out.

Zhao Wuzhen sighed helplessly, looked at Jin Zhu, who seemed to be on par with Gao Chenwu, and wanted to say something, but opened his mouth but didn't say it, but turned to Wang Zhi and said, "Sit down and talk first." ”

Wang Zhi glanced at Jin Zhu and Gao Chenwu, and found that the monk and Gao Chenwu walked to the table without seeing any of them, and when the monk was moving, his body shook, and the oil and water on his body, meat slices, and seasonings rolled down like sand, and he walked less than two steps, and there was no oil and water on his body, and when he came to the chair and sat down with a big grin, his whole body was already refreshing and refreshing, a mean and clean monk's appearance, especially the bald head, and that set of robes, I couldn't see the sloppy appearance just now.

Gao Chenwu also came to the table at this time, and sat down beside Jin Zhu politely without knowing at all, and tilted his head when he sat down, and whispered in Jin Zhu's ear: "You pay me for my wine." ”

Jin Zhu's eyes stared at Zhao Wuzhen, but his mouth immediately responded: "It's you who is cheating, if you hadn't attacked just now, how could the pot have turned over, and you pressed me with a stick later, so it should be that you lost." ”

Zhao Wuzhen glared at the two madmen helplessly, and then came to the other side of the table and sat down.

At this time, only Wang Zhi, Zheng Likai and Qian Jia were still standing, and he looked at the three people sitting down a little uncomfortably, and then returned to his place and sat down.

The room was quiet again, the four living people were sitting, and the two ghosts were also floating behind Wang Zhi, and the room was filled with the mist and smell of the hot oil that had just been spilled, although the air conditioner was on, but the smell was really not good.

After a while, the door opened again, and the waitress walked in with an oil pot, but when she saw a few people in the room who looked like bullfighters, she hesitated for a moment before she dared to step forward and put the oil pot down, and she was followed by an aunt with a mop, the old woman saw the sloppy appearance in the room, and wanted to open her mouth, but before the words came out, she found that there was something wrong with these people in the room, so she lowered her head and cleaned up the soup on the ground without a sound.

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