Is this the cook who cooks, or is it only the second year of high school who looks like this? Lu Mi felt even more incredible. With such a fat figure, it is estimated that he can't see his feet when he stands, and how can he observe the situation of the ingredients in the pot. There's no need to worry about fighting, if such a big guy presses there, he can crush three of them at once.

"Sophomore, why are you fat again?" Meng Yizhuo looked at the sophomore with a strong sense of presence, the figure of the chef is indeed relatively strong, but it is rare to be fat like this.

"Hehe, Uncle Meng. The second year of high school looked at Meng Yirod and smiled innocently, "I don't want to do this either, but I accidentally ate too much." ”

Eat too much. When Lu Qiqi heard this, she shuddered violently, it turned out that eating too much would become such a terrible appearance, she unconsciously imagined what she would look like after eating too much, a few years later. The fat body is as strong as a mountain, and the fat of the whole body is trembling when he smiles. Trembling all over, the food in front of her seemed to have turned into white fat smiling at her, and she tasted the delicious ** and disappeared without a trace.

The sophomore came to say hello to Meng Yi, and consciously withdrew. The shopkeeper and Meng Yigang didn't know how many years they hadn't seen each other, so they simply sat down and ate with them.

"Why, try it, the cooking skills in the second year of high school are still very good. Meng Yipole pointed to a plate of braised sea beast meat and persuaded enthusiastically.

Lu Mi smiled weakly, raised the cup in his hand, and said, "I think their wine is good, very delicious." Just kidding, when she saw the dishes on this table, she thought of her sophomore year of high school, and she couldn't raise her appetite at all.

But he couldn't refuse Meng Bo's kindness, so he was in a hurry, and took two sips of the wine glass, not to mention that the taste was really good, sweet and mellow, soft in the mouth, and slid all the way to the stomach like a fire, with a little seafood flavor.

"Fairy has a good eye. As soon as the shopkeeper heard her say that the wine was good, his eyes immediately lit up, and his face was excited to meet his bosom friend, "This wine is brewed by my own hands, using sea spirit grass, and it has been buried under the osmanthus tree in my courtyard for forty years." If it weren't for this old fisherman, I wouldn't have been willing to take it out. ”

When there are a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, the shopkeeper is happy, and he happily calls his man and asks him to fetch a few more bottles of his treasured wine.

Before the wine arrived, the window of the Zhuya Hall was broken in, and with a "bang", a big hole was broken in the window, and the jujube red carved window lattice on the ground was shattered into one piece.

"My jujube pear wood windows. The shopkeeper exclaimed violently, looking at the broken wood in his eyes and couldn't help but feel a heartache.

In order to increase the high-end of the façade, he specially spent a lot of money to buy a thousand years of wood from the timber market, two hundred spirit stones, just shattered into a slag, thinking about it, my heart is dripping blood.

"Who are you?" asked the shopkeeper in a loud voice when he jumped up and saw four more masked men in the room.

"Huh!" replied to him with four hook-like weapons, the sharp edges of which flashed with aura, and attacked the four of them directly.

Meng Yi's hand twitched, and his habitual fishing rod appeared in his hand, which could block the magic weapon that swung at him; Meng Xingyi flipped over from the back of the chair, lifted the chair with his hand, and the sharp blade pierced into the surface of the chair at once, three inches deep; Meng Shopkeeper rolled with the trend, clinging to the ground to avoid the oncoming magic weapon, Rao was so, his hat was still cut off.

Compared with them, Lu Mi's on-the-spot reaction was much more passive to active, seeing that the blade flashing with aura was about to arrive in front of her, she didn't say a word, shouted loudly, and threw a punch.

The masked man who fought with her was stunned, although the magic weapon in his hand was not a top-grade, top-notch or the like, but it was also selected and extremely hard, and it was actually punched by a little girl who looked delicate and twisted into a twisted shape.

Before he could react, the terrible little girl's tiger-like fist came to him again, and in a hurry he swung his magic weapon, trying to directly cut off the fist in front of him with a sharp weapon.

But he forgot that the magic weapon in his hand had been crooked, lost its accuracy, and fell short. But Lu Mi's fist would not miss, and he smashed a solid fist into his face.

With a slight "click", the hapless masked man knew that the bridge of his nose was broken. A smell of rusty blood permeated his mouth, and there seemed to be something more.

Before he could spit out, the third punch was already unavoidably slammed into his chest. He felt like a kite with a broken string, flying out of the window they had broken through, and the wind was whistling in his ears.

"Bang!" he heard someone around him scream as he knocked something down on his back, and then fell to the ground. His head roared, his eyes turned black for a while, he barely lifted his upper body, a sharp pain came from his chest, his hands and feet became weak, and he completely lost consciousness.

Almost between lightning and flint, Lu Mi knocked a masked man away with three punches, such a clean and neat skill, not to mention the remaining three masked people were stunned, even Meng Yiji and Meng Xingyi were also dumbfounded and stunned.

"Let's go!" Probably finding that the idea was punishable, and it was not advisable to stay for a long time, one of the masked men quickly ordered, and did what he did, and before the voice fell, the person had already arrived at the window.

Lu Qi's fight rose, and the force he swung out had not been completely withdrawn, and when he saw that he landed right on the side of her fist, he suddenly felt itchy hands, and punched again: "Give you a ride!" The force was so great that he directly knocked this person into the sky and disappeared.

If the first three punches made the remaining masked people lose their armor and want to escape, this time it directly cut off their thoughts of wanting to escape. One of them gave up on his knees and knelt down with a "poof".

When the other person saw this person kneeling down, he also knelt down with a "poof".

"Immortal Gu spares her life!"

Lu Qiqi rubbed his finger joints, grinned his teeth, and said, "It hurts!" Every time I finish a fight with my fists, I feel a hot pain in my joints, and I must remember to wear a pair of gloves before the next fight.

"Shopkeeper, what's wrong?" The fat body of the second tall man appeared at the door at a speed that did not match his figure, squeezed in through the door frame, and held a long-handled spoon in his hand, the spoon didn't know what it was boiling before, and the oily one could be used as a mirror.

When the shopkeeper saw the second year of high school, he hurriedly said, "Second year of high school, hurry up and tie up these two guys." ”

"Hey. The second year of high school didn't say a word, took out a black rope from his arms and shook it, the rope seemed to be alive, and the snake tied the two of them strongly.

One of them struggled, the soft rope clinging to his hand like steel, leaving no gap.

The second year of high school smiled innocently: "Hehe, when I slaughtered demon beasts, I specially used to tie up demon beasts, and I kept earning it." ”

The monster beast has a lot of brute strength, and the strength of the dying demon beast is even more unimaginable. In order to be able to control these dying demon beasts, it took a lot of effort for the second year of high school to get this rope, but it is a veritable high-grade magic weapon.

Meng Yiji stepped forward and tore off the masks on the faces of the two, revealing two ordinary faces that could no longer be ordinary.