Ramadan felt that today's black tea was so delicious.

Sweet, very sweet!

Goblins like to add a lot of sugar to black tea, and they need to add another spoonful when it's so sweet that it's greasy. They use this kind of black tea to entertain their guests, otherwise they can't show their enthusiasm.

Such a delicious black tea attracted everyone's admiration, and the goblins who came to the wedding expressed their liking.

They rushed to the road in front of the onion temple early in the morning and directly occupied the road as the wedding venue. More than 100 people cut off the road, making it impassable for vehicles and pedestrians, and they didn't care about the consequences.

At the Onion Temple, Fadini sits in a shed of flowers and ribbons. She wore a traditional red wedding dress, wore a full body of jewelry, and accepted the blessings of the guests with a blank face.

Ahmed, a sixty-year-old man, sat next to the girl and smiled as he accepted the guests' blessings.

Sister Majita also rarely dressed up and sat behind her sister obediently. From time to time, she poked Fadini with her hand, anxious to say something. But the sluggish sister never responded, and she didn't even look at her.

Old Ahmet was both a bridegroom and a shaman. After receiving the blessings of his kindred, he happily left the shed and went around talking to people and entertaining guests.

Majita took the opportunity to pull her sister's sleeve hard, and asked anxiously, "What about the document?" Did you put it in the prayer room? ”

Fadini's face was very bad, and she turned her head weakly, and whispered: "Maybe this is fate, we should listen to Dad's words, and if we disobey him, we will suffer bad luck." If I did, the Prophet would punish ......"

My sister is older and thinks more. When the impulse dissipated with time, she became timid.

Majita was immediately stunned and asked urgently, "Where is that document?" If you don't put it, I'll put it. I don't want to be like you in a few years, sitting here like a fool, married to an old man like you. ”

But Fadini shook her head, "Give it up, I've already thrown that document in the trash." ”

Makita's eyes widened, she couldn't believe her sister would do this?

"I'm sorry, Magita. I don't dare, I really don't dare to disobey my father's arrangement. The thought of how upset he would make me tremble with fear. "Fadini hugged her face and was about to cry." I couldn't sleep all night last night, I just didn't have the courage. ”

Majita's heart was cold. She hid a mobile phone in her clothes, and when her sister arranged the incriminating evidence, she immediately reported it anonymously. The Gallic police would show up, and the wedding would fall through.

Can ...... now She could only sit beside her sister in a daze, at a loss.

Three hundred meters above the ground, a micro-drone is flying around the figure-eight, and the camera monitors the ground. In the box truck hundreds of meters away, Zhou Qingfeng was leaning on a chair and asked casually: "Is there any change in the police?" ”

"Nope." The old cripple in charge of the monitoring shook his head, "Those two little girls must have changed their minds temporarily. After all, they live in that kind of environment, and it's hard to really make a difference. ”

"That's why they need us." The old man in the house held a cup of coffee, stared at the ant-like goblin on the surveillance screen, and said, "Look at these guys, they just occupied the public road without making any reports."

They don't know what rules are and what laws are. Without the influence of external forces, they will not change at all. I really hate these races that don't know what civilization is. ”

Everyone else on the team was in a hurry, and no one was in a hurry.

The old thief looked at his watch, "Let's make these guys happy for a while." Arim's police station should have just received a parcel bomb, and I hope that the delivery will be on time and not delay this good show. ”

Everyone was careless, except for Howard, who was still trapped in the attic. He accidentally ran into Zhou Qingfeng yesterday, and he was scared to run away and fled back to Ahmed's house. He expressed his willingness to pay a million euros and hoped that Ahmet would send someone to work for him.

But the old shaman is not stupid, killing people is not a trivial matter, and he is not capable of completing such a difficult task. But he was also glad to learn that the fat sheep still had a huge sum of one million euros, but now the important thing is to hold the wedding.

Everything else has to be put aside first.

Through the glass windows in the attic, Howard could see the goblins singing and dancing at the wedding. He couldn't bear this anymore and decided to take the risk and leave as soon as possible.

"I'm leaving, I have to go now." Howard grabbed his backpack and cursed as he prepared to leave the attic where he was hiding. Just as he was about to get up, the wedding scene suddenly became chaotic. The goblins of the hundreds of parties are like ants in the fryer, running around in a hurry.

What happened?

A few minutes ago, Ramadan, who was entertaining guests at the wedding, felt that he had drunk too much black tea, his stomach was uncomfortable, and his bladder was a little tingling. But he had to hold back, for his old son-in-law, Ahmet, was striding over.

The two hugged each other cordially and congratulated each other regardless of generation. One praised the other for his kindness and generosity, while the other praised the marriage for the blessing of the Prophet. Both parties are happy, and the intimate ones can wear the same pants.

This sycophant will not end in a while. Ramadan must have a smile on his face and forcibly endure the urge to urinate, ensuring that this greeting can not go wrong, not let his face be disgraced, and not let the family be disgraced.

But today's black tea is so delicious, he drank too much.

For a moment, Ramadan felt that his stomach was aching, and his abdomen was like a pinprick, which was extremely uncomfortable. What's even more terrifying is that he feels that his stomach seems to be more than a little uncomfortable, his stomach is churning for a while, and he hurts for a while.

Ouch yo yo ......

My stomach really hurts!

"My brother, what's wrong with you? What makes you so uncomfortable? Tell me any worries. We are now a family, and your troubles are my troubles. Ahmed hugged Ramadan by the shoulders and asked sincerely.

Ramadan's stomach ached more and more, as if a knife was stirring inside. He had to clamp his thighs, wipe the sweat drops on his forehead, and forced a smile: "Hahaha......, I probably drank too much tea, and today's black tea is really delicious." ”

Hahaha......

Both Weng and son-in-law laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Indeed, today's black tea is very delicious, and I think so too." Ahmed said happily. But when he laughed, his abs couldn't contain the laughter, and suddenly a fart collapsed.

The old son-in-law's smiling face suddenly froze......

This time, Ramadan asked with concern: "Dear Ahmed, what's wrong with you?" ”

The old son-in-law didn't care about laughing, turned around, and walked a few steps.

Burst......

Another fart came out, wrapped in a foul smell.

No, it's not fart.

Ramadan was surprised to see a large water stain on the buttocks of his old son-in-law's pants, and a stream of yellow-black liquid flowing down his trouser tube to the ground, mixed with a stench that rushed to the sky. He was suddenly surprised beyond words—it was clearly dung.

Spray manure!

It's embarrassing.

Shame on the family!

How so?

But that's just the beginning. Ahmet took the lead, and the originally joyful and peaceful, lively and happy wedding scene immediately changed.

One in the east, one in the west, there are constantly people farting, people are constantly screaming, and people are constantly covering their buttocks and running around, and sparse feces flow all the way.

There are so many people spraying feces!

It turned out that everyone was forcibly endured just now.

But I couldn't hold it back, someone took off his pants and squatted on the side of the road, making a fuss for the last step of metabolism.

That's a stinky!

Some people don't have time to take off their pants, only half of them are off, they can't control their muscles, and the fecal water that spews out rushes out and splashes two or three meters away.

Some people didn't dare to solve it on the spot because of their faces, so they could only run around with a scream. But the more I ran, the more I couldn't help it, and in the end I could only solve it in the crotch of my pants, and then I was extremely ashamed and angry, and my ugliness was exposed.

Men don't care, women are even worse. They all came dressed up, but now they were covered in filth, and they polluted the ground with a single step. Some simply wailed and cried, wishing to be killed by their heads.

A good wedding can be turned into an open-air toilet in the blink of an eye. The ground is a pool of black, or a pool of yellow, and the smell is incomparable.

Even Ramadan himself,

also realized that it was not good,

He held his back,

endure the abdominal pain like a knife,

Step by step, I want to go to the toilet.

Persistence, persistence!

Persistence is victory.

Stick to it and you can keep your pants...... and face.

But

As the saying goes,

Holding urine can travel thousands of miles,

It's hard to pull thin.

Ramadan only held out two steps before he couldn't hold back anymore.

Burst......

A super loud fart was released.

Hot flashes at the back of the buttocks,

Then the stool is moist,

Then several streams of liquid flowed down the trouser legs.

Wow......

Ramadan burst into tears on the spot.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Is the Prophet Giving Condemnation?

Shame on the family!

But how can one fart be enough?

When Ramadan's tears flowed, he could only let himself go.

The farts in the back of the head are one after another, constantly gushing out of the stomach.

Every one of them is so loud,

Every one of them stinks,

Each one made him doubt life,

But it really doesn't work if you don't let it go.

Completely uncontrollable.

The scene was stinking and full of messes.

Everyone fled, and the ghost cried wolf.

The originally congested road was emptied in an instant, but the ground was full of feces and urine, which was unbearable to witness.

Heavens, earth, what is going on?

The people who came to the wedding not only brought gifts and blessings, but also a belly full of dung?

Ramadan's tears......

Can't stop.

Ramadan's grief ......

The flow is endless.

Fecal water ....... in Ramadan

I can't finish spraying.

I don't want to live anymore, as long as I think about that scene, Ramadan can't wait to blow himself up on the spot. Just as he walked to a bush near the Onion Temple with his stomach covered, he saw Ahmet, who had just turned to leave, squatting there with his pants off.

Weng and his son-in-law, why should they have known each other when they meet.

When the old son-in-law saw Ramadan, he jumped up in anger and scolded: "What the hell is going on? Why ......"

Before he finished speaking, the old son-in-law, who was in his sixties, changed his face again, and squatted down holding his stomach again, continuing to make a fuss.

Ramadan couldn't hold on anymore, took off his pants, hugged a tree and squatted, crying as he pulled: "I don't know." Everything was well arranged, I just drank a few more cups of black tea. ”

Black tea?

Black tea!

The old son-in-law jumped up again, "Someone has drugged the black tea." ”

The first half of the sentence is high-pitched, and the second half is weak.

The intense abdominal pain made Ahmet hate to live in a pit. In just a few minutes, he had already begun to pull the third time. Both of his legs were limp, his whole body was weak, and he was almost dying.

Today's black tea is so delicious.

Exceptionally sweet.

All the people who came to the wedding had a few more drinks.

Everybody was tricked.

Ramadan also suddenly realized that black tea is so sweet, not for the sake of deliciousness at all, but to cover up the medicinal taste.

In the colorful shed of the Onion Temple, Majita was also frightened by the earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods outside. The usually sanctimonious clansmen are all ugly at the moment and have lost face.

"Sister, sister." Majita covered her nose and ran back to the temple in a panic, shouting at Fatini, who was still stupid, "There's an accident outside, a lot of people, a lot of people are ......"

"I know." Fadini remained expressionless, "I did it." ”

"What?" Majita was surprised.

Fadini said with a straight face, "I don't dare to disobey my father's words, but I don't want to marry Ahmed either." So, ......, I poured all my father's constipation medicine into the tea. I'd rather die than get married. ”