"You say, can he still live?" a red-faced young man dressed as a scholar and with good facial features stared at Long Xiaoyao in the distance, and he wanted to go over and see how Long Xiaoyao was doing.

He didn't have the guts, though.

Because, Long Xiaoyao was beaten like that by Jiang Wuya, and he still knows what kind of goods Jiang Wuya is.

After all, he was a native of Yong'an City, he had lived in Yong'an City for twenty or thirty years, and his home was not far from Jiang Wuya's residence, and he knew Jiang Wuya's daily behavior very well.

If he went over to check on Long Xiaoyao's situation now and help Long Xiaoyao, it was likely that Jiang Wuya would mistakenly think that he had a relationship with Long Xiaoyao and was a friend.

Of course, that's nothing.

The key is, his kung fu is not good, he can't beat Jiang Wuya, a bastard, if he is misunderstood, it is not good, it is a big trouble, the rat belly and chicken intestines, the eyes will be revenged, and the vicious and ruthless Jiang Wuya will definitely not be polite to him, maybe he will be beaten up by Jiang Wuya, maybe he will be beaten to death, and even his family is very likely to suffer.

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

What's more, he didn't recognize Long Xiaoyao as Long Xiaoyao, he was not a big fool, how could he risk his own and his family's safety for a "stranger" who couldn't fight him?

He is not wise that is not wise for himself.

Some things have to be done within your means, otherwise it will be difficult to have any good results, and the cost will be beyond imagination, and you may not be able to afford it.

It's all in vain, if you want to save people from Jiang Wuya's hands, it's no fun at all, it's just a daydream, you can't help anyway, so why bother asking for trouble? It's not that he is ruthless and doesn't save him when he sees death, he really has more than enough heart and not enough strength.

Like the young man dressed as a scholar, there are really many people on Yongle Street who are very disgusted with Jiang Wuya, and they are very tired of the miscellaneous actions of the dog surnamed Jiang, so they want to help Long Yaoyao, but they are all self-aware, and they know very well that Jiang Wuya is not something they can afford to provoke, and they have no tricks, so they can only choose to be alone.

A little old man with a goatee sighed, shook his head, and said, "In my opinion, there is more luck than luck." ”

"Wrong!" a big man with a rough black face answered: "Big mistake! Wrong! It's ridiculously wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's not bad luck. ”

"That's—"

"100% dead and alive!"

"That's absolute, isn't it?"

"Absolutely? Hmph, hit so hard, can the tendons continue? Will the bones not break? How can the internal organs not shatter into a mess? Do you think this is possible? Do you think he is cast from iron to gold? This is not dead, do you think he is a god?"

"Even if he is a mortal, then he may not necessarily die, what if there is a miracle?"

"Miracles? Hmm, what miracles? Gods and Buddhas have descended? Do you think this is possible?"

The red-faced man interjected: "There are no absolutes, who can say for sure?"

"You-"

"Isn't there a word for 'what if'?"

"You're clearly raising the bar. ”

"Hmph, are you clairvoyant?"

"It's not. ”

"Then are you a god operator?"

"Not really. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?

"I want to know, I still ask you?!"

"He is so far away from us, at least fifty or sixty zhang away, you are neither clairvoyant nor a god operator, how do you know that he is dead?"

"Lao Tzu knows!"

"You know a?!"

"I-"

"What am I, do I dare to make a bet with the master?"

"Bet, bet?"

"If he dies, the broth of the master will belong to you today, and if he is still angry, your broth will belong to the master." How, dare to bet?"

"Isn't it just a broth, an egg? There's a kind of three-day bet, do you dare?"

"Hmph, three days is just three days, master, I'm still afraid that you won't make it?"

"Well, there's a kind. ”

"Don't lose and admit it. ”

"Lao Tzu, am I that kind of person?"

"There is no doubt that you are. ”

"You-"

"Okay, don't pinch it. The old man with the goatee interjected: "Count it as an old man, I bet that person is still angry." ”

The pock-faced man: "Count me in, I bet he has met the king of Hades!"

The man with the big mouth fork: "I bet to live." ”

"Lao Tzu bet to death. The small-eyed man said, waving his hand and sweeping a few guys around him: "What about you?"

The broom-eyed man: "Do you still need to ask? Of course it's death." ”

Rosacea-nosed man: "Dead." ”

The man with his teeth bared: "I'm dead too." ”

Pig-waisted face man: "Lao Tzu is not a brain-dead idiot, as smart as me, how can he choose to be angry? Impossible! Die, must die!"

“......”

Except for the three men who didn't squeak, the others unanimously chose that Long Yao was dead.

"What about the three of you?" the broom-eyed man glanced at the three people who didn't speak, frowned, and said, "It's hard to choose between dead and alive?"

The man with a cross-faced face: "Lao Tzu doesn't gamble." ”

"Why?"

"The lice on the bald head, the obvious thing, there is no suspense at all, this is still a gamble, is it interesting?"

Thin white-haired man: "I don't bet either." ”

The broom-eyebrow man frowned: "It's boring for the brute bear not to gamble, why don't you gamble?

"Not really. ”

"That's—"

"I can't trust you. ”

"It's-"

"You look at all of you, either the tiger's back, or the sharp teeth and claws, none of them are good at stubble, and my son's body is so thin, I have no power to restrain the chicken, if I win, you don't admit it, then what can this son do with you? If you lose, you will starve, and if you win, you will be angry, in this case, why should I gamble?

"Hmph, the big husband has said a word, and the horse is difficult to chase, how can we bully you a scumbag? Don't live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, we are not that kind of person!"

"That's it!" The pock-faced man glanced at the white-haired man, and said very angrily: "You don't look down on people!"

"You-"

"Okay, okay, don't bet on pulling down, what's the anger? It's all my own brother, there's no need to ha. The broom-eyebrow man said, looking at a man with two scars on his face: "You don't gamble either?"

"Why doesn't Lao Tzu gamble?"

"You bet?"

"Nonsense, you all gambled, how could you be missing Lao Tzu? Master, am I like that person who didn't plant?ah?!"

"Then do you bet to die or gamble to live?"

"Live!"

"Are you gambling on life?" The broom-eyebrow man looked at the scar man and sneered: "Are you too drunk with broth, or are you hungry and confused?" That guy didn't get up for a long time, he didn't move, he didn't move, he was alive?"

"You shouldn't have made a slip of the tongue, right?" the man with his teeth interjected: "We don't care about you in general, it's too late to change it now." ”

"Change, what to change, why change? Lao Tzu bet that he is alive! What's wrong? Can't you?"

"Okay, of course it's okay, it's too good!" The broom-eyebrow man sneered: "So many of us bet on him to die, if you don't bet on him to live, then who will we win?"

"Listen to people's persuasion, eat enough, if you don't listen to Lao Tzu's words, you will inevitably suffer!" The open-mouthed man looked at the scar man like a fool, and said coldly: "I am willing to lose the bet, don't cry for a while, it's useless to cry, dare to treat Lao Tzu's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, grandpa, how can I cheapen you today? To tell you the truth, don't even think about it, it's no fun at all." ”

"It's no fun? Hmph, you dog haggy and haven't checked his situation, why do you say that he is angry? Why do you assert that Lao Tzu has lost?"

"You-"

"What are you? Why, don't you accept it?"

"Yes!"

"Not convinced? Hmph, this is easy to do, Lao Tzu will prove it to you. ”

"Proof?

"! Lao Tzu is mighty and strong, but Lao Tzu is not a god!"

"What, what do you mean?"

"Master doesn't sleep with your mother, how can you let her give birth? Do you want Lao Tzu to use pigs, dogs, cows, horses, and donkeys to serve her?"

"You-"

"What are you? Say, do you want a brother or a sister? How much do you want? You're welcome, just ask, Lao Tzu promises to make your dreams come true!"

"Really?" The man with a slanted face interjected, "You really want as much as you want?"

"Nonsense!" The scar man patted his chest and said proudly: "Uncle Ben is so strong, why is it difficult for his wife to give birth to one hundred and eighty cubs a year?

"One hundred and eighty, heh, what the hell is it? It can be lowered like this!" The man with a cross-faced face frowned: "Are the pigeons? No, although as the saying goes, there are twelve nests of pigeons a year, and the reproductive ability is indeed very strong, but the pigeons usually lay two eggs per nest, and twelve nests are more than 20 eggs, which is a bit different from one hundred and eighty." Hey, it can't be a pigeon, absolutely not! What the fuck is it? Old sow?"

"Guess. The man with a slanted face glanced at the man with a white face, then stretched out his hand and pointed at the man with his teeth open, and said coldly: "Look at his big yellow buckteeth and three-petaled mouth, where does he look like a pig? Even if you don't guess the rabbit, you should guess the rat and the like, how can you guess the pig? Really, you haven't seen what a pig looks like, right?"

"Of course I've seen it. ”

"That's—"

"......" (1,000 words omitted) (*^▽^*)

Friends, can you still be satisfied with the college entrance examination?