So I asked the old man how much lard was left in the kitchen.

The man didn't know why I asked that, and looked at Donald a little blankly, and Donald waved his hand, telling him not to look at himself and listen to me.

Then the man said: Sir is not missing, I just bought it, and there is a big jar.

I asked him to bring the lard.

After the man moved over, he saw that the lard was as white as jade, and it looked strange and beautiful in the jar, and it smelled a very good aroma.

My grandfather doesn't like to eat vegetable oil, he said that it is tasteless, and he uses lard to stir-fry pancakes, and a spoonful of the pot, and the neighbors are all fragrant, so that other families are old and greedy.

Some people scolded him, saying that he had a little money and didn't save the coffin book, so he knew that Maochang and him were also unlucky, and he wouldn't even be able to mix with a daughter-in-law in the future.

My grandfather is all safe, saying that children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and Lao Tzu can't care so much - besides, I don't know if I'm dead, I don't know what kind of coffin love is, and if I don't have a little money to enjoy myself when I'm alive, I'm a big fool.

The people in the village couldn't talk about him, that he would regret it when the time came—but at that time, he never came.

Ma Hongbo glanced at it and asked inexplicably: Li Jiaoxi, what are you doing with this?

I looked at him and said, "Have you ever fished?"

Ma Hongbo nodded, even more inexplicable: it must have been fished, but what does this have to do with fishing

Before Ma Hongbo finished speaking, Luo Ming jumped up and gave Ma Hongbo a smack on the head: Why don't you say that you are a big fool! You can't see anything so obvious, your brain was eaten by the walking corpse, right?

Ma Hongbo was angry when he was beaten, and looked at Luo Ming with a bull's eye: Then do you see it?

Luo Ming's thin chest straightened, and then he said: Do you need to talk about this? Li Jiaoxi wanted to use lard as bait to fish out the contents of this old gentleman's stomach!

Ma Hongbo blinked, then looked at me with a look of admiration: worthy of Li Jiaoxi, high! It's really high!

I told him not to be a sycophant and to help.

Ma Hongbo was very excited: Can I still help? What's busy? Li teaches you a word!

I looked at the pot-bellied old man: help hold him down, and never let him move.

Ma Hongbo understood, so he rolled up his sleeves: Li Jiaoxi, don't worry, I, Ma Hongbo, can't do anything else, I still have the strength.

The escort was shocked when he heard this, and looked back at the pot-bellied old man and Donald: This

Donald immediately said: Didn't I say it? Listen to Master Li in everything, otherwise something happens to Lao Zhu, and you can't be responsible.

It turned out that the old man with a big belly was surnamed Zhu, no, he nodded hurriedly while eating, obviously forced to get rid of the strange disease.

Serving nobles, the most feared thing is to be responsible. When the escort heard this, he didn't dare to say anything, but stared at me with blank eyes, and estimated that he was thinking, since he had this, if there was really something, the responsibility would be put on my head.

I told him not to be afraid, and to find some rope, the thicker the better.

He nodded quickly, and after going out for a short time, he took some wrist-thick cables—the quality of this rope was very good, so I asked him to hold Lao Zhu and tie him to the pillar with the cable, and the stronger the tie, the better.

The escort did so, and I arranged for Ma Hongbo and Luo Ming to be on standby, and once the rope was cracked, a new one would be connected, and the rope must not be broken.

Luo Ming glanced at the rope and hurriedly said: Li Jiaoxi, you can rest assured, this rope is tied to the boat, how can a person break it.

I told them not to talk nonsense, just listen to me.

But the long hand knew what I meant, and looked at it with interest.

After they tied Lao Zhu up, I said hello to Lao Zhu: Now I want to treat you, but the process must be very painful, I hope you can persevere, long pain is better than short pain.

Lao Zhu was obviously mentally prepared, and nodded to me with braised pork in his mouth.

I asked the escort to pull out the braised pork in Lao Zhu's mouth.

As soon as they saw that I was going to do this, Lao Zhu and his escort's faces turned ugly, and they all knew very well what the consequences would be if they didn't eat.

But fortunately, Lao Zhu is a ruthless person, as soon as he gritted his teeth, he spit out the meat in his mouth, and sure enough, as soon as his mouth was empty, Lao Zhu's face suddenly turned miserable and white, and the beads of sweat the size of beans fell down.

At first, Lao Zhu endured it, but then the severe pain in his stomach made him unable to bear it at all, and he still screamed heartbreakingly.

We can all see that Lao Zhu's stomach has risen and fallen slightly.

Donald was on the side, and his expression was also very distressed: When we went to the battlefield, this old thing was burned by a gasoline bomb, and we didn't say a word, we all called him a saw-mouth gourd, can we endure it, now, this sin seems to be bigger than a gasoline bomb!

I approached Lao Zhu, just like sending a basin to a person with motion sickness to pick up vomit, and put the big bucket of lard in front of Lao Zhu.

The aroma of lard hit Lao Zhu's mouth and nose, and Lao Zhu instinctively opened his big mouth, and he grew his mouth at the lard and wanted to eat it.

But he was tied by a cable so strong that he couldn't move at all, and only drooled a mouthful.

Since he couldn't eat it and was hungry, Lao Zhu's expression was even more painful, and his voice roared out of a broken voice: Spread out, spread me! I'm fucking dead!

The expressions of the escort and Donald were a little distressed.

I brought the lard a little closer, deliberately letting the aroma of the lard smoke in front of him.

He tried his best to get over, but of course it was to no avail, he gritted his teeth and said loudly: Otherwise, you can give me a shot and let me die a happy death

I'll just let him bear with it first—as long as the craving thing in his stomach can be lured out.

At this time, the long hand suddenly pulled me and motioned me to look at Lao Zhu's belly.

I looked down, and my brain suddenly exploded - I saw that Lao Zhu's belly, like the waves, actually rose and fell, as if the thing inside couldn't wait to come out!

At the same time, Lao Zhu's face became even more ugly, and his mouth was not sentenced: No me, no more

Before the words fell, I heard a bang - the rope was about to be broken away by Lao Zhu!

Luo Ming and Ma Hongbo obviously heard it, and they were all stunned for a moment, staring at the cable on Lao Zhu's body in disbelief, and sure enough, there was a crack!

What kind of strength does this have to accompany the escort directly frightened stupid: the rope seller said that it took a lot of effort for the blind bear to pull the rope off!

Fortunately, Luo Ming and Ma Hongbo reacted quite quickly, seeing that the rope was almost unbearable, they quickly handed over the rope in their hands, rewound it, and tied Lao Zhu tighter.

Seeing that Lao Zhu was unable to move, under the double torture of gluttony and stomach pain, his head was tilted, and he was unconscious.

I suddenly came to my senses, that thing must have been unbearable, and it was about to crawl out of Lao Zhu's mouth!

I made a look at the long hand, and the long hand understood, and immediately pinched open Lao Zhu's mouth with both hands, and I saw the black hole in the mouth at a glance, as if there was something, squirming out!

I couldn't help but be excited, and came out!

But it didn't work out, but at this time, that thing suddenly sank.

Damn, what's going on? It's not hungry anymore?

At the same time, Lao Zhu's huge belly suddenly bulged a small piece, as if something was about to break out of Lao Zhu's belly!

My heart suddenly went cold, fuck, this thing is actually wise, it can be seen in my throat, I was going to catch it, so I decided to fight with me, not from above, but from the outside, out of the stomach!

Whoever has a hole in his stomach will not survive, not to mention, he hasn't figured out what this is, let it go, if he really cracks Lao Zhu's stomach, Lao Zhu will be dead.

At this moment, the bulge on Lao Zhu's belly has become sharper and sharper, and his eyes are about to break.

Donald's face changed completely, and they looked at me as if they were asking for help.

Damn, that's not going to work!

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