Feng Zi couldn't help but be frightened when he heard that Jing Ling was about to come to this restaurant to meet the five people from Baicaomen in Guizhou. He almost died in the palm of Jing Ling's hand several times, and he was really afraid of this little witch, just because he was afraid of death. However, somehow, Feng Zidu also had a faint hint of joy in his heart, and seemed to be even more happy to see Jing Ling, looking at her with a smile on his face, even if his life was hanging by a thread, he did not hesitate.

Now whether to leave quickly or stay temporarily, Fengzi sighed secretly, and he really couldn't make a decision in his heart. At this moment, two men with knives appeared on the street, shouting all the way and striding straight towards the restaurant. Many pedestrians saw these two men looking vicious, but they were afraid of being beaten by an old fist for no reason, so they avoided them on both sides. As soon as Fengzi heard the cries of these two people, he immediately recognized them as the two big men on the hillside, wielding a knife to split the rope of the cow tendon on their bodies.

The two men with swords walked to the door of the restaurant, and one on the left suddenly paused to move forward, opened his mouth and shouted "Huh". Seeing this, another person beside him hurriedly asked, "But what's the matter? The man on the left pointed to Feng Zidu, who was crouching at the base of the wall, shook his head and said, "Where should I have seen this little monk?" His grandmother's, but he couldn't remember it for a while. The man on the right smiled and said, "There are thousands of monks in the world, which one is not a bald bird? ”

The man on the left side tore his throat into the restaurant and shouted viciously: "Shopkeeper Er, Shopkeeper Boy, don't you fucking let Lao Tzu come out?" The terrier straightened his neck and shouted to Fengzi: "Look, go away, go away." Stinky shameless, give Lao Tzu but get out of the way!"

The shopkeeper was rushing to chase the room, but he was kicked down on the street by the man on the left with his legs stretched out. The man opened his mouth and scolded, "Who told you to get rid of the little monk? Turning his head to Feng Zidu, he asked, "Little monk, do you eat meat?" Feng Zi never expected that he would have this encounter, nodded and said, "I am not a monk, but I eat meat." Hearing this, the man tilted his head and stared at Feng Zidu for a long time, tilted his thumb sharply, and said, "Good guy." He kicked the shopkeeper again, and shouted: "Go, go, give a good roast chicken to this little master to eat and drink!" "But this evil god is only laughing, how can he dare to take it seriously?

The man on the left pulled out the saber on his waist with a "swish", slashed several knives into the air, and shouted angrily: "Your grandmother's, don't you have to understand Lao Tzu's words? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will come to demolish your restaurant now?" The man on the left laughed, returned the knife to the sheath, hugged Fengzi slightly, turned around and grabbed the big man on the right and shouted, "Our brothers are going to drink wine and eat meat." With that, the two of them strode into the restaurant.

Feng Zi held the roast chicken, his heart was both funny and angry, he didn't think that these two men were vicious in appearance and ordinary in martial arts, but they were quite ancient chivalrous, and they were not similar to the martial arts of Nawei Tuo Boxing. thought: "Such a good man, he is much more heroic than the heroes I have met." I had to get to know each other when I had the chance. Sitting at the base of the wall and gnawing on the roast chicken, the green shadow flashed in front of him, and a person suddenly appeared at the door of the restaurant. Fengzi looked up, and his heart was pounding, and the roast chicken in his hand fell to the ground in fright. That green shadow is none other than the little witch Jing Ling.