Ye Linglong laughed, pointed to the poplar tree and said, "You are a dog, why are you scared to see the people of our Ye family?"

Ye Linglong is also a little confused, but her mind is not here now, and she can't care about poplars at all.

Yang Shu walked over with claypot rice, stopped in front of the man in black, and suddenly asked, "Who threw it?"

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and then a person next to him sneered and said, "Me!"

"Oh!" Yang Shu dragged the word "oh" for a long time, but suddenly saw a cold light flash in his eyes, "Since you poured it, then you swallow this bowl for me!"

When he finished saying this, Yang Shu suddenly pulled the man, and the tall body was suddenly pulled by Yang Shu, and then the claypot rice smashed on his mouth at once.

The pot was pottery, very hard, and when I smashed it, I heard the guy scream, and a few teeth were smashed down by the poplar.

"Ahh

"You ......" The big man who took the lead was startled, he didn't expect Yang Shu to make a sudden move, he was extremely angry in his heart, and immediately punched Yang Shu. But after the poplar knocked down the big man, he immediately returned his hand and smashed it directly on his head, and in an instant, blood flowed down his head and directly into his eyes.

"Lie down for me!" Poplar kicked the guy down immediately, then lifted a stool next to him and smashed it directly on him with a snap.

"Uh!" the guy screamed, and then lay on the ground unable to move.

Poplar casually picked up another stool and smashed it at the few remaining men in black.

In the face of the tiger-like poplars in the lower mountains, these big men had no power to fight back at all, but for half a minute, they all lay down and couldn't move.

Poplar sat back on the stool, and instead of sitting back on his own stool, he pushed Ye Shanglin away, and sat down.

Ye Shanglin was furious and just wanted to speak, but he didn't expect Yang Shu to pick up the pot from the ground, and then smashed it on Ye Shanglin's head.

"Ahh

Yang Shu leaned Ye Shanglin on the table and pressed it on the table, just in front of Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao originally looked calm, but when he saw Ye Shanglin's head full of blood, his face changed.

"Don't go!" Ye Wudao wanted to stand up, but Yang Shu slapped him on the shoulder. In an instant, Ye Wudao felt as if a huge force was coming down from his shoulder, making him unable to stand at all, and immediately sat back down.

"You're done talking about your family business, so I'll talk about ours too. Poplar sat down again, resting her feet on Ye Shanglin's body.

Ye Shanglin just remembered, but Yang Shu suddenly got up, picked up the clay pot and smashed it on his head again.

Once again, blood gushed from his head like a spring, and he looked horrified.

"Ah!" Ye Shanglin screamed miserably, this time it was not painful, but frightened.

He felt that Poplar was like a killing god, and he could kill himself at any time.

"Don't move, put your face on the table. If you dare to leave even a millimeter, my jar will fall again. Poplar put his leg on his back, then leaned his back against the back of the stool and said coldly.

Ye Shanglin was fighting all over his body, and he had lost his previous arrogance.

"Very good!" Yang Shu was very satisfied with Ye Shanglin's current cooperation, this is what he did when he was doing mixing/mixing, when he met this kind of person, he didn't say anything first, and beat him until he was satisfied. And you have to be the most ruthless, and you must not be merciful.

"I want to ask you, I'm eating well here, why did you let people throw away my food?" Yang Shu twisted his head towards Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao saw the ruthlessness of the poplar tree, and his heart was also terrified. He had seen a lot of people on the road, but it was the first time he had seen someone as good as Poplar and so ruthless.

"I'm Ye Wudao, our Ye family only eats the best things, how can those things appear on my table!" was just a moment of shock, and immediately Ye Wudao regained his composure.

"On your table?" Yang Shu looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "This is obviously the table where I and Miss Ye Linglong are eating, when did it become yours?"

Ye Wudao sneered and said, "I said it was mine, and that was mine...... Ah......h

Suddenly, the pot that was still covered with blood instantly fell on Ye Wudao's head, and in an instant, blood flowed down from it in an instant, and then flowed onto his glasses.

"Well, I advise people to speak well. Poplar blew lightly on the pot as if he was fine, as if he was afraid of hurting the pot.

"You...... You dare to hit me!" But Ye Wudao didn't care about Yangshu's advice at all at this time. When did Ye Wudao, the third master of the Ye family, be beaten like this, how could he endure this anger.

So he roared angrily, expressing his displeasure, but it was clear that he had picked the wrong person.

Just after saying this sentence, another poplar smashed over.

"Ahh......h

Boom!

......

After smashing it three times in a row, Ye Wudao's face was full of blood, and his eyes finally showed a look of fear.

Yang Shu was like a devil who was extremely indifferent, and the pot in his hand smashed accurately on Ye Wudao's head.

Ye Wudao is not stupid, he knows that Yang Shu definitely didn't leave his hand just now, and every time he smashes it, it is very hard, that is to say, if he continues to say it, then he may be stoned to death by this pot.

"Didn't the adults in your family teach you, don't interrupt people easily?" Yang Shu saw that he stopped talking, and finally stopped smashing, and looked at him and said lightly.

Ye Wudao gasped, he was extremely embarrassed now, and he was not at all like the gentleness when he came in.

"Tsk...... looks like a dog, and there are male thieves and female cangs in their bones. What kind of big-tailed wolf do you say, what kind of score do you put when you come in here, and what kind of lion head does Tianxiang Pavilion have? You are a pig's head, right?" Yang Shu looked at Ye Wudao with disdain and said.

Ye Wudao clenched his fists tightly, when did he, Ye Wudao, receive such an insult since he was a child.

"Not convinced?" Yang Shu smiled, and suddenly said sinisterly: "Why don't I give you this pot, and you come and smash me to try?"

Yang Shu stretched out his hand, and the blood-stained pot was sent to Ye Wudao.

But Ye Wudao didn't dare to move at all when he saw it, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Pretending to be such a **, I thought you were a bull, it turned out to be a coward!" Yang Shu couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, of course he was a trick of the leaves, and he didn't even dare to take a pot, what is the use of this kind of person?

"Actually, I do so much, I just want to tell you, Qingcheng cosmetics, that also has a share of my poplar, you are so grandiose and discussing belonging, just don't give me face?

Yang Shu sneered, then took out a hundred yuan from his body and threw it directly on the table: "Go!"

(End of chapter)