Xuan Cang, who was sitting next to him, twisted his brows slightly and moved his fingers slightly. An invisible force rushed forward, kicking the stool under the man's buttocks away.
"Ah!" The man put one foot on the other stool, and the other foot didn't make any effort. The weight of his whole body was pressed on the stool under the buttocks, the stool was kicked, and he fell to the ground all at once.
The hot noodles in front of him that night was inadvertently turned over by his hands, and poured all over his bald head from top to bottom.
"Hey! Call, tell you not to say it! You still don't listen..." The aunt sitting opposite was startled. Immediately bounced off the stool and backed up a few steps, as if there was something virus on the middle-aged man, he turned around and fled!
"My CAO, your mother, BI! TM..." The man stood up from the ground very embarrassed, with a few unfinished noodles hanging on his head. People who were not very tidy at first became even more embarrassed.
He stood up while cursing, raised his foot and kicked hard at the wooden table in front of him.
The anger in my stomach was not enough to vent, and I looked around for this punching bag. With this glance, we immediately saw us sitting not far away, at a table from him.
Dongshi Town is not big, there are no foreigners in the town, and the big guys can recognize it at a glance.
"Hey! Foreigner... Who allowed you to eat here?" The man sneered up and walked to our table viciously.
On a square table with four corners, Xuan Cang and Ling Qing and I each sat on one side, and the man sat down on the other side.
I raised my eyes and glanced at the man, but I was a little bit afraid that he would recognize me, so I lowered my eyes again to ignore him.
Xuan Cang lowered his eyes coldly from beginning to end, completely ignoring the uninvited guest next to him.
Ling Qing, who picked up the last steamed dumpling from the steamer, also ignored the man completely!
With a'pop', the steamed dumplings in Ling Qing's hand were suddenly slapped and flew out by the man's palm.
Ling Qing looked at the dumplings flying out, the corners of his mouth twitched forbearingly, and suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand.
There was another'pop'. This time Ling Qing's hand put the chopsticks back on the table. The chopsticks and porcelain bowl in his hand were shocked by his strength in an instant.
"Ah..." The boss who was about to come in was startled and gasped.
The man who came to look for trouble also froze for a moment, and his face was pale with fright.
Staring at the white porcelain bowl that instantly turned into powder, a pair of eyeballs almost didn't fall out of their eye sockets.
Ling Qing slowly stood up from the stool, I was a little worried that this crazy Taoist played too much, and reached out to stop it. Xuan Cang on the side immediately pressed my hand and shook his head gently at me.
I sighed a little helplessly, and had to pray that this man would be acquainted and leave by myself.
"What are you doing? I thought it would be great if you had more strength?" The man looked at Ling Qing, who was more than half a head taller than him, and his momentum was already half weak. It can be seen that there are still many local people around watching, but they have to forcefully refuse to shrink and lose face.
"Boy! Not convinced! You can try again..." Ling Qing snorted, stroking his beard and glanced at the man with disdain.
The man was shocked by Ling Qing's momentum, and took two steps back. The muddy eyes swept Ling Qing up and down.
"Cut! Jianghu liar, thinking that wearing a Taoist robe, I would be afraid of you? You can see clearly, this is Dongshi Town..." Noting the other party dressed as a Taoist, the somewhat weak man immediately became confident and full of confidence. Full up.
In his proud look, I seemed to see a meaning called'ban men's axe'.
But... I think the person who made the mistake of the class might be this middle-aged man with no self-knowledge.
In my memory, Uncle Yao is also a knowledgeable person. Although I dare not say how deep the line is, it can be regarded as a real talent!
It's just that the man in front of him... doesn't know what to say, the whole person is still a mess. I'm afraid that over the years, under the name of his master, I have deceived many people in this town!
"Cang! Let's go out first!" I am not even interested in this'showdown' without any suspense.
Xuan Cang stood up from the seat in cooperation, reached out his arm to support me, and wanted to walk outside the shop.
"Eh! Wait for me!" The man suddenly moved his target to me, trying to bypass Lingqing and walk in front of me, but was blocked by Lingqing.
There was really no way, the man had to circle around the table and walked to me from the other side.
Originally, I shouldn't have to pay attention to this man, but the evil factor in my heart suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart. I suddenly wanted to know whether this unlearned ruffian in front of me could recognize me.
He has also studied with Uncle Yao for a long time, and I suddenly wanted to know if he has inherited a little bit.
When the man walked in front of me, Xuan Cang wanted to step forward to separate him and not let him get close to me.
I pulled La Xuancang, motioned to him not to move, and let the man take a look.
The man walked up to me and stared at my face for a long while. Suddenly frowned, raised his hand to touch the top of the bald head, and said in doubt: "Huh?"
"What? Did you see something?" I cocked the corner of my mouth and looked at him faintly.
"You woman... why do you seem to have seen it somewhere?" The man touched the top of his head and walked back and forth in front of me twice.
The people watching around immediately snorted in disdain. Presumably everyone, this man has long been accustomed to this rhetoric.
Just seeing his serious look, everyone really thought he had seen something. Unexpectedly, he held back for a long time, and finally only suffocated such a sentence.
"Okay! I'm a pregnant woman, and my husband is still alive! You are not afraid of being beaten!" The shop owner put the things in his hands aside, stepped forward and pulled the bald middle-aged man away.
The man still looked at me blankly, trying hard to remember where he saw me.
"Let's go!" Xuan Cang took me coldly and walked outside the house.
I turned around and smiled at the man, turned around and walked out with Xuan Cang.
As Xuan Cang and I left, the room suddenly became very quiet. However, two seconds later, Ling Qing suddenly heard a miserable cry: "Hey! Who will pay the bill after you leave? Poor Dao has no money..."
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"Xuan Cang... I... can I go and see them?" Sitting in the car, I was still a little uneasy after all.
Although the aunt just said one thing, I still care a little.
They haven’t been out for more than ten days... They are not internet addicted teenagers, nor are they their current homes.