Touching his gurgling belly, Zhao Lang had a bitter face: "Damn, I'm starving to death Young Master Ben." ”

"I have to find something to eat," Zhao Lang put away the cheats of the stick method, picked up a stick, and walked out of the broken house.

Woohoo.

A big black dog jumped in front of him, biting at Zhao Lang, his sharp teeth exuding a ghostly light.

"Damn!" Zhao Lang's face changed drastically, he had been bitten by a dog in his previous life, and what he was most afraid of was a dog, "Mom, don't bite me!"

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Zhao Lang slowly opened his eyes, only to see the big black dog standing five feet away, looking at him secretly. On its back, a stick mark is distinct.

It turned out that at that moment, under the imminent danger of being bitten, Zhao Lang actually reflexively used the dog-beating stick technique he had just learned and hit the big black dog.

"That's right! I know martial arts now, and it's a martial arts that specializes in beating dogs, what are you afraid of dogs for?" Zhao Lang reacted, touched his shriveled belly, turned to look at the big black dog, and let out a bad laugh, "Hey, hey, hey"

Half an hour later, Zhao Lang rubbed his palms and sat in front of a bonfire, above the flames, a black dog was roasted with the fragrance of oil.

"Whahaha! Dog meat, eating dog meat in winter is simply the best enjoyment in the world!" Zhao Lang laughed while spinning the black dog, "It seems that this dog-beating stick method is still somewhat useful!"

"It's almost time to cook," Zhao Lang nodded, took off the dog meat, and prepared to eat.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant, it's definitely the purest black dog meat, there's nothing wrong with it," an old beggar burst in from the door.

This old beggar was dressed in gray, his hair was gray, but he was still radiant, his face was not wrinkled, and the crane-haired fairy fairy wind bone could not be more appropriate to describe him.

Of course, if this old man called Huazi was not a squinting and drooling pig brother, his image in Zhao Lang's heart could be a little taller.

"Oops!" the old beggar's eyes fell on the dog meat in Zhao Lang's hand, and he was immediately angry, "Oops!

"What kind of heavenly thing, inexplicable," Zhao Lang rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to pay attention to this inexplicable old man called Huazi, and lowered his head to bite the dog meat in his hand.

Sou!

The gray shadow flashed in front of him, and the dog meat in Zhao Lang's hand had disappeared. He bit it directly on his finger.

Ahh

The old beggar squatted by the bonfire, put the dog meat on the fire, continued to roast, and took out a bottle of spices from his arms, sprinkled it evenly on the dog meat, and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, one black, two yellow, three flowers and four white, this black dog's dog meat is the best in dog meat, the top food in the world." Young people are so violent that they want to eat without even mastering the heat, and wasting this top-notch ingredient is really a sin!"

Zhao Lang was furious, pointed at the old beggar and scolded: "Damn! What about doing evil! Young Master Ben's dog meat, Young Master Ben can eat it as much as he wants, can you manage it if you want to eat?"

It seemed that Zhao Lang's scolding was very surprised, the old beggar's hand paused, turned his head, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "What do you call me?"

"What do I call you?" Zhao Lang snorted angrily, "Young Master Ben told you to die and ask for food, what, no!"

The old beggar was stunned, and instead of being as angry as Zhao Lang imagined, he laughed and said, "Haha! Do you know who I am?"

The happier the old beggar laughed, the more aggrieved Zhao Lang became, and he didn't think about it, and shouted: "Young Master Ben doesn't care who you are! Eight bags of elders of the beggar gang, or nine bags of elders? Young Master Ben is not afraid, you stinky old men of the beggar gang are all dead in the stomach and want to eat!"

After scolding this sentence, Zhao Lang felt much more comfortable. The tiger is not powerful, I am a sick cat! People die ** to the sky, not to die for thousands of years, there is Lu Youjiao's feet and the black belly is covered by the old man, he doesn't believe that this dead man can do anything to himself!

"Hahahaha! Also, I was originally a dead begging for food, I haven't heard anyone call me for so many years, I forgot about it, and now it sounds quite kind. Hearing Zhao Lang's words, the old beggar nodded thoughtfully, not only was he not angry, but he looked at the four bags that Zhao Lang was wearing, and laughed, "Young Master Ben, in this way, you are not the four bags disciple of the beggar gang!"

It's okay if the old beggar doesn't say it, but when he talks about it, Zhao Lang is even more angry: "Don't mention this matter to me, Lu Youjiao, a dead old man, take a copy of the martial arts pit on the rotten street and I will join the beggar gang." When I learn peerless martial arts, I must beat this dead old man's ass into eight pieces!"

"Oh! Lu Youjiao lied to you?" The old beggar heard Zhao Lang's words, obviously interested, sat down by the bonfire, cocked Erlang's legs, and said with a smile, "Come on, come on, little begging for food, talk to the old man Hanako, let me see how the dead old man Lu Youjiao deceived you!"

Zhao Lang came out of the beggar's nest, and he held back the fire in his belly, and since the old beggar asked, he told the old beggar everything about being deceived by Lu Youjiao in the beggar's nest before.

Zhao Lang said, but found that the old beggar's expression became more and more strange, and in the end, he actually hugged his stomach and laughed.

"Hahahaha! This Lu Youjiao is usually stupid and has no brains, but I didn't expect to learn this trick quite quickly! I can still deceive you so stupidly" seemed to think of something, the old beggar suddenly stopped talking, and his face showed a trace of embarrassment, "It's nothing, in fact, young people! It's normal to fall for this." ”

Zhao Lang's eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Usually stupid and brainless, can you learn very quickly? Could it be that this bad trick was not thought up by Lu Youjiao, but by someone else, and Lu Youjiao is now learning and selling? Who is that person?"

"Tell me, which immoral ghost came up with this trick? Tell Young Master Ben, Young Master Ben promises not to kill him!"

The old beggar laughed: "You don't have a chance, the elder who came up with this bad trick back then has been dead for decades, and now I'm afraid there is no more ashes." ”

"But he didn't catch it well, the disciple who was pitted into the gang by him, and then really became the leader of the beggar gang, and the day after he learned the dog stick method, he beat the elder's ass into eight petals, and he only dared to sleep on his stomach for half a month. ”

"Haha! Relieved, really relieved! That gang leader is good, and he gave me a bad breath. Zhao Lang laughed and said, "However, when Young Master Ben becomes the leader of the beggar gang in the future, I still have to beat up the dead old man who can't take care of himself! Dare to lie to Young Master Ben, hum!"

The old beggar laughed and said: "Hahaha, good boy, ambitious, little begging for food, what's your name!"

"Young Master Ben's name is Zhao Lang!" Zhao Lang patted his chest and said, at this moment, his stomach was very uncooperative.

Grunt!

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang," the old beggar laughed: "Haha! What a Zhao Lang, it seems that our two fathers are really in love!"

Seeing that the dog meat was almost roasted, Zhao Lang's eyes flashed, and he snatched the black dog meat back from the old beggar's hand, "Don't you just want to share some dog meat with me?" I tell you, I want to be beautiful! This dog meat is mine, I can share it with whoever comes, even you dead old men of the beggar gang, don't even think about it!"

"Lu Youjiao, this stinky boy, I can't eat deliciously. ”

The old beggar looked at the dog meat that exuded an attractive fragrance in Zhao Lang's hand, licked his lips, blinked, and said with a flattering look: "Anyway, I also gave you a spice to help you roast it for so long! Just give me a little, just a little, okay?"

"Don't be so stingy!

"What do you want to do to give me a little bit?"

"I always ask for food, let me tell you, don't even think about it!" Zhao Lang looked at the old man and said with a wicked smile, "I just want to kill you!"

The old beggar smacked his lips, scratched his head, and jumped up and down as if he was scratched by a monkey in his heart, anxious and helpless. Originally, with his martial arts, it was easy to deal with a little beggar, but with the big bullying the small, it was the junior of the beggar gang who was bullied, and with his identity and character, this kind of thing could not be done no matter what. Therefore, he could only watch Zhao Lang anxious, not knowing what to do.

The old beggar thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and said with a smile: "That's it! I'll exchange my martial arts for dog meat with you, how about it?"

PS: How's it going? Have you guessed the true identity of this old beggar?

This is a chapter of the addition, not the original second update. In other words, there is a third watch at 7 o'clock in the evening.