The name of the snack bar is Wu Dalang Baked Cake Specialty Store.

However, the shopkeeper has nothing to do with Wu Dalang, and he can't help but have a slick head, a face full of horizontal meat, and a height of 1.8 meters, which can be described as an authentic five big and three thick.

The shopkeeper not only baked baked pancakes, but also roasted sweet potatoes and corn, and almost all of them could be baked anyway.

At the door of the store, the little monk named sweet potato was holding a hot sweet potato and nibbling on it, completely ignoring whether the sweet potato was hot or not.

The shopkeeper pointed at the little monk and kept scolding, but the little monk turned a deaf ear, as if he was afraid that the shopkeeper would snatch the sweet potato back, so he didn't even raise his head, threw his back to the shopkeeper, and only cared about eating.

The shopkeeper scolded for a while, and when he saw that the little monk couldn't beat a fart with three sticks, he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and shouted: "Little bald donkey, if you don't give money again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will beat you." ”

"Hehe, it's delicious."

Unexpectedly, after the little monk swallowed the last bite of sweet potato, he turned around and grinned at the shopkeeper, but his appearance was very honest.

The onlookers were already indignant, scolding the little monk for pretending to be a monk to eat and drink.

However, seeing the little monk's smirk, the onlookers immediately followed suit.

"Haha, that's a fool."

"Hey, forget it, isn't it just a sweet potato?"

"yes, what's the real deal with a fool?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, his face became uncertain, and he shouted: "What do you mean by being more serious, grandma's, is it easy for Lao Tzu Wuda to open a baked cake shop?" ”

"Damn, this little monk must be pretending to be stupid."

"Hmph, if you don't teach him a lesson today, you have to come and eat tomorrow."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper stepped forward, grabbed the little monk's arm, pulled it up hard, and shouted: "Little bald donkey, I call you really stupid or stupid, don't think about leaving if you don't give money today." ”

Although the shopkeeper claims to be Wu Da, he is similar to Wu Song, with obvious blocks on his arms and bulging muscles.

However, under this grasp, the little monk did not move at all.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but be stunned and sighed: "What's the matter?" Still want to play tricks on Lao Tzu? ”

The shopkeeper didn't think much about it, he raised his foot and kicked it down at the back of the little monk.

"Damn, it's really fighting."

"Cut, you can really do it."

"Hey, hey, deal with a fool"

Seeing that the shopkeeper was really going to do something to the little monk, there was a sigh around him.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaofei couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly shouted: "Little Master, be careful!" ”

The little monk also seemed to hear Ye Xiaofei's words, turned his head to look at him, and grinned again: "Hehe, it's okay." ”

"Bang!"

As soon as the words fell, the shopkeeper's foot had already kicked the little monk's back.

However, the little monk still didn't move, not even making a sound.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened.

"What's the matter, is this little monk really stupid? I didn't react at all? ”

However, the shopkeeper secretly complained bitterly and grinned in pain.

Holy, is this little bald donkey made of stone? Why did you kick it, but your foot hurt so badly?

"Damn, little bald donkey, you pretend to be crazy and stupid here, Lao Tzu has to clean you up today."

The shopkeeper was annoyed and angry, went into the store and took an iron rod, turned around and walked to the little monk, and shouted: "Little bald donkey, don't give money again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you and crippled you today!" ”

In the eyes of the shopkeeper, the little monk is just a little beggar who eats and drinks, and no one will care if he really beats him.

Moreover, if you don't stand up today, I am afraid that you will have to be bullied by others in this snack street in the future.

The shopkeeper is determined to clean up the little monk today.

Watching the shopkeeper take out the iron bar, the people around him were so frightened that they took two steps back.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaofei couldn't help frowning, and muttered, "Hmph, isn't it just a sweet potato?" As for such a stirring up of the people? ”

"What? What do you say, stinky boy? ”

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's ears were very sharp, and he actually heard Ye Xiaofei's words.

The shopkeeper pointed at Ye Xiaofei and shouted, "Stinky boy, do you want to meddle with things?" Damn, Lao Tzu has been running a shop for so many years, and no grandson has dared to make trouble! ”

"Hmph, a sweet potato costs ten yuan, and Lao Tzu is not a good person, why should you let you eat it for nothing!"

As he spoke, the shopkeeper shouted again: "Stinky boy, get out of the way!" ”

Coming to the little monk, the shopkeeper shook the iron rod in his hand and shouted, "Little monk, if you don't have money, just leave a leg." ”

"Huh."

The little monk grinned again.

In the eyes of the shopkeeper, this is complete ridicule.

"Damn, Lao Tzu abolished you today!"

The shopkeeper was originally hot-tempered, and when he could stand being ridiculed by a little beggar, he picked up an iron rod and smashed it down on the little monk's leg.

"Damn, really fighting?"

Ye Xiaofei's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly said urgently: "Stop!" ”

An arrow stepped forward, but it was already half a beat slower.

The shopkeeper's iron rod struck the little monk's leg firmly.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

At the same time, Ye Xiaofei had already kicked up and kicked directly to the shopkeeper's buttocks, kicking him several meters away.

Many people didn't expect the shopkeeper to really beat the little monk with an iron rod, and they closed their eyes in fright.

After kicking the shopkeeper away, Ye Xiaofei hurriedly bent down and said hurriedly: "Little Master, are you okay?" Let's go, I'll take you to heal. ”

The strength of this iron rod is not ordinary people, and the bones will definitely be beaten into slag.

Although Ye Xiaofei said that there would be a battle with the little monk in a month, he couldn't watch the little monk break his leg, right?

Ye Xiaofei originally wanted to take the little monk to Lao Cui's coffin shop, and let Lao Cui treat him by the way.

However, the little monk shook his head and grinned again: "Hehe, it's okay." ”

As he spoke, the little monk stood up in full view of everyone.

Unscathed.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, there was an uproar all around.

Everyone was stunned and stared at the little monk in disbelief.

Hit in the leg with an iron rod, is it okay?

Damn, I'm afraid this little monk is a true monk who has cultivated copper skin and iron bones, right?

Ye Xiaofei was also dumbfounded.

This—this is simply a demon.

That stick, if you get it, you have to choke enough, no wonder the big monk will let himself compete with the little monk.

Damn, how can this compare?

Ye Xiaofei secretly stuck out his tongue in his heart.

The little monk didn't realize it, smiled stupidly again, saluted Ye Xiaofei, and said innocently: "The little monk's name is sweet potato, and the master said that if you have kindness, you will repay it, may I ask what the name of the donor is?" ”

"Huh? Uh"

Ye Xiaofei was a little at a loss for a while, and after a short blank in his brain, he hurriedly said: "Oh, my name is Ye Xiaofei, little master"

Before Ye Xiaofei finished speaking, the little monk grinned again, "Brother Xiaofei, hehe, the sweet potatoes are fine, eating other people's sweet potatoes should make people angry with each other." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the crowd.

As soon as those people saw the sweet potatoes coming, they all got out of the way.

It wasn't until I watched the sweet potatoes go away that the discussion started again.

In the corner, the shopkeeper complained: Isn't it just a sweet potato? I—Why am I suffering?

No, the little monk is a hard bone, but this kid in front of him is not necessarily powerful.

Damn, I can't just be kicked by this kid for no reason.

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