Zhang Xiaoqiang's voice was so loud that it shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods. It was a bit like Fei Ye's Chang Banpo back in the day.
The shirtless man was obviously frightened. He held up a butcher knife and held the posture of "I want to blow up the bunker, no one can stop me" for ten seconds.
Finally, he pointed his knife horizontally, yelling and cursing: "You are fucking sick! Why are you so crazy in broad daylight?"
"Old man, are you sure that, uh... that pig is the second senior brother?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was on full alert, ready to escape at any time.
The old man said with certainty: "Yes! That's it!"
"Why are you so sure?"
"Squeal! In the pig world, there is no other pig besides Bajie who can make such a "swallowing" and "heart-stirring" cry."
"Damn! Is this your basis!?" Feeling that he had been deceived again, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to retreat.
When the old man saw this, he quickly stopped and said, "What I said is true. You should save him quickly. The other old men will tell you in detail later. In short, if he dies today, there will be a big mess."
"Fuck! Sooner or later, I will be played to death by you!" It was unclear whether the old man's words were true or false, but he had already started howling, and Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't mind continuing.
For Su Lengche and for the dignity of a man, Zhang Xiaoqiang risked his life.
"Hey warrior, look at how cute this little pig is, how cute it is. Can you bear to kill it like this?" Zhang Xiaoqiang persuaded him with a smile that was harmless to humans and animals.
The strong man's face trembled when he heard this, and then his eyes burst into flames: "You are sick!"
"Then you have medicine, uh... Brother, do you think we can let the pig go?"
"Let it go!? You think our place is an orphanage! You can let it go if you want, just pay to buy it!"
sorrow! Quite sad! !
Look at how corrupt this social atmosphere has become. Opening your mouth or shutting up is all about fucking money! Why can’t we do anything without money?
Feeling very sad, Zhang Xiaoqiang put on the expression of a saint who was "concerned about the country and the people" and said solemnly: "Brother, if there is no business, there will be no killing. Protecting animals starts with you and me..."
"Go away! Don't talk nonsense with me! You don't have the money to pretend to be a wolf with me! You kid is deliberately looking for trouble!" As he spoke, the big man slashed the table with his knife, looked at the white pig again, and kicked his legs. I fainted from fright.
"I think this guy is so fucking coward!!"
The old man added happily: "It's okay to be timid, we are inseparable this time."
"Holy shit... you old guy, why didn't you confirm it with me just now? How..."
"Damn it! What's going on? Do you want me to take you out personally?"
Seeing that the shirtless man was about to draw his sword, Zhang Xiaoqiang was so frightened that he trembled all over and howled incoherently in panic: "Don't mess around! I'm looking for my uncle!"
He was slightly startled, and then the man looked around alertly. After confirming that there was no one else, the corner of his lips twitched: "Your uncle? I can do it! My grandson has formed a group to cause trouble! Okay, Y, just call your uncle , I will see what troubles you two can pull off today!"
As he spoke, the shirtless man put down the butcher's knife again, and then dangled it in his hand like a ruffian, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes dazzle.
At this moment, a red stream of consciousness suddenly popped up in his mind.
Zhang Xiaoqiang has seen this thing before, Hua Tuo has posted it before, so he knows that another water friend must have posted important information.
Now I took a closer look. It didn't matter if I didn't look at it. I was scared to death when I looked at it.
The entire chat window was blocked by one person.
Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun: The knife... The sound of the knife is so familiar... It's it, yes, it's it!
Zhang Xiaoqiang was confused and casually said a stream of consciousness: Haha, thank you, senior, calm down, what are you talking about
Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun: Knife! That knife! It's my baby, it's the dragon-slaying knife! !
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately went crazy!
Slaughter... Dragon Slaying Knife!
Even if you haven’t read The Legend of Heaven and Sword of the Dragon these days, you must have heard that MLM slogan:
"The supreme king of martial arts, slaying dragons with precious swords, commands the world, no one dares to disobey!"
At that time, countless "pig-killers" and "butchers" fought for this knife, but who would have thought that this knife would actually be used NN years later...
Turning his face, Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the knife dangling in the shirtless man's hand with a look of disbelief on his face: Could this thing be a dragon-slaying knife
Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun: I have been studying this knife for decades, and I can confirm it just by listening to the sound. That sword is indeed a treasured sword for slaying dragons.
Damn it! so smart!
Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun: Anchor, as long as you can snatch this knife for me, I will be very grateful.
Why do these words sound so familiar! But wait, you ask me to grab this knife
Glancing up and down at the muscular man's arms, Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately swallowed his saliva.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang had not moved for a long time and kept looking at him with a bad look, the man couldn't help but raise his arms in anger: "Where is your uncle! Tell him to come out!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, smiled, and touched his trouser pocket with his backhand, thinking: My uncle will scare you to death when he comes out!
While thinking about it, he flicked a stack of red Mao Zedong into his palm: "My uncle is here! Make a price!"
This time it was the man's turn to be confused.
Looking at the man's dumbfounded expression, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt quite comfortable.
In the end, the two parties bargained, and Zhang Xiaoqiang redeemed Marshal Tianpeng's body for 1,250.
After settling the matter, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his attention to the man's "dragon-slaying knife".
To be honest, he didn't care about what Xie Xun said, just like you can't point to a "blind man" to lead the way.
Although Xie Xun and the Dragon Sword have shared joys and sorrows together for decades, but you said that you can identify the identity of the knife just by hearing the sound... This is really a bit nonsense.
"Brother, your knife is pretty good. I'll give you 400. How about selling it to me?"
"That's not possible. My purchase price for this knife is 550. I won't sell it for less than 600! Besides, if I sell it to you, why will I kill the pig later?" The man wiped the spatula with a decisive attitude.
Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that the other party was raising the price without hesitation, so he took out 7 Mao Zedong cards from his hand and raised them to the man: "Brother, you're right, I won't say anything. I'll give you seven hundred for this knife." How about I take it?"
"make a deal!"
Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand.
The shirtless man who received the money had his mouth cracked like a flower, and thought to himself: You bastard, I bought it for 250, and I made a net profit of Y450 from you.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had taken the sword, also looked like a chrysanthemum, thinking: I am only one sword away from dominating the world!
A few seconds later, Zhang Xiaoqiang, a shirtless man, burst into laughter almost at the same time, and the laughter lingered in the sky above the Senleng Meat Factory.
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