Mist grass! Master!
Everyone knows that the highest level of hurting others is to use no curse words during the scolding process.
Zhang Xiaoqiang really admires Tang Seng's "secret attack on Chen Cang".
"Who the hell are you scolding!? Who the hell let these two lunatics come in!?"
No wonder the fat man called Tang Seng and his disciples this way.
You said they were exhibitionists who wore a cape and underwear outside and shouted "monster" wherever they went.
A monk from the Tang Dynasty who talks to himself, a pretentious person who calls everyone "Amitabha".
Putting these two together, given the current situation in this world, it would be crazy if people didn't regard them as "crazy".
"Donor, please stop insulting the poor monk. The poor monk apologizes to you on behalf of the eldest disciple. I hope you will forgive me."
"Fuck you! Forgive me! You made my store like this, and you want to leave without settling this debt for me!?" The fat man is so unforgiving.
Tang Monk sighed helplessly: "Amitabha! Donor, the poor monk has nothing. This time he will not bring any silver coins. You see..."
"Pah!" Before Tang Monk could finish his words, the fat man slapped Zhang Xiaoqiang in the face.
This palm was so powerful and heavy that Tang Monk couldn't help but staggered two steps.
"Master! How dare you hit my master!!" Tang Monk was beaten, how could Wukong give up.
However, Tang Monk still stopped his disciple's violence in time: "Wukong! Stop being angry to nourish your nature. Don't be angry, and don't hurt others again."
Look at this master's consciousness, he has been slapped in the face, but he still has the heart to give ideological education and political lessons to his disciples.
But the problem is, you're going to have to use your own body bones in class, so what's the big deal if you're trying to fix my little brother's body
In order to ensure that his body would not be further harmed, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was helpless, could only say a stream of consciousness: "I say Master Xuanzang, the slap we received is almost enough, let's not hurt that half of the face. Can you pass it over to "save all sentient beings"?"
But before Tang Xiaoqiang's stream of consciousness could be sent, Fatty became even more angry after hearing Tang Seng's words. He immediately jumped to his feet: "Fuck! I really treat this place as a theater troupe! You **** want to act Get out of the troupe and act! Don't fucking hang around in front of me!"
"Pah!" Another slap came out.
Although Zhang Xiaoqiang is not in his true form, he is still a part of himself. His face does not hurt, but he does feel distressed.
Damn it! Damn fat man! You Y are so stupid. If you don’t change my side, will you die if you switch to the other side? I just asked you if you know how to poop!
"Donor, please don't be angry. Being angry will harm your body."
"Snapped!"
"Hurt your mother!!"
"Donor, please don't do anything again. If you hurt yourself, your mother will definitely be sad."
Mist grass! Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to cry but has no tears!
What the hell is going on! It wouldn't be a joke about "if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell" if I don't say good things.
But looking at the current situation, Zhang Xiaoqiang is worried about his face because of Xuanzang's preaching methods...
"Bang!" Good guy, the fat man obviously put in a lot of effort this time, and Tang Seng was slapped to the ground.
"Donor, the poor man said, please don't hit me again!"
"Snapped!"
Ignoring Tang Seng at all, the fat man followed up with a slap: "I'm going to hit you today!"
Raising his cheeks, Tang Seng breathed heavily: "Donor!! Try touching me again!!"
As soon as these words came out, not only the fat man was stunned, but also Zhang Xiaoqiang.
However, unlike Fatty's understanding, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt an unknown premonition welling up in his mind.
This is a must-do! ? Are you planning to sacrifice your "pretty face" to save this damn fat guy?
"Pah!" As expected, the fat man got his wish and slapped Tang Seng again: "So what if I hit you again! I will beat you to death today, believe it or not!!"
As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you will die in silence.
Tang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes tragically, thinking: It's over, I have to say goodbye to this "little fresh meat" from now on.
Unexpectedly, just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was in despair, a shout of curse suddenly burst into his ears: "Oh my god! I'm talking like a fart, right? Wukong will kill him!! Bajie Wujing, you guys are coming too! Give it to me!" Knock out that damn fat man’s teeth, blind his eyes, and break his legs!!”
"Master, Bajie Wujing is not here!"
"Nonsense! They're not here, so you're not here! You're blind because you were bullied as a teacher! Hurry up and fuck me! Fuck Y to death!"
"Yes!!"
As soon as the voice fell, the monkey, which was rolling on the ground in pain just now, jumped into the air as if it had been beaten to death.
A palm was thrust out from mid-air: "If you dare to hit my master, you are seeking death!"
"boom!"
Yes! Different from the crisp "papa" sound of the fat man slapping Tang Monk before, the slap of the Monkey King directly produced a "drum beat" effect.
Looking at the fat man who was hit, he quickly spun on the spot at 180, 360, and 720.
Then, driven by its own rotational force, it drifted far away on its own spinning top.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was dumbfounded, and so were the store clerks present. One sentence jumped in everyone's mind: "What the hell is going on!?"
The most surprised person must be Zhang Xiaoqiang. He is the only one among this group of people who knows the details.
It was precisely because of his understanding that he felt as if his head was short-circuited.
What just happened! ? I was hearing hallucinations! ? Why did Master Xuanzang suddenly...
Could this be the legendary dual personality!
After the Great Sage settled the fat man, he immediately turned his attention to the shop assistants in front of him.
Now that he had his master's approval, he naturally had no worries when he started taking action.
After being stared at by the monkey, the clerks all came to their senses.
Good guy, the great sage’s cross-eyed eyes are really making everyone mad.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! These two are crazy. There are many of us, so we can kill them together!"
There is no shortage of idiots without brains these days.
You said that things have developed to this point, and anyone with a bit of intelligence should understand it. As for the coffee shop guys facing the Monkey King, is there any other way out besides "fuck GG"? absolutely not! !
Under the instigation of the "idiot", all those who wanted to get in and didn't want to get in rushed forward.
Ever since, a fist-to-fist to toe-to-toe gang fight began.
It’s just that this group fight seems a bit...
"Go up! Pay attention to the left and hit him! Okay... Squat down! Be careful of sneak attacks from behind, sweep his legs... Beautiful! Put down the two boys in front... Very good, don't be anxious, left and right... I'll go, whoever dares to go up Bench, you don’t want to live anymore, Wukong! Kill him..."
Tang Monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his palms flying up and down, and he opened his bow left and right, spitting stars and flying in all directions.
Looking at the "Master"'s current appearance, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but sigh: It seems that since ancient times, the output of a leader has been based on yelling.
After a short time, under Tang Seng's wise guidance, and with Tang Xiaoquan almost deafened, the Great Sage finally managed to deal with all the shop assistants in the venue.
(End of chapter)