There is a saying that if the dog meat rolls three times, the gods will not be able to stand still.
In the winter, we eat dog meat hot pot with vermicelli, cabbage and soft tofu. It tastes delicious.
Luo Wanli came uninvited and ate meat and drank wine from a big bowl, his face glowing red.
Wang Changhou was worried and looked up outside the courtyard from time to time, appearing uneasy.
Mumu comforted him: "Uncle Wang, the sky won't fall. If I say it's okay, then everything will be fine."
Luo Wanli echoed: "Yes, yes, you have to believe him. The disciples of Jianmen are nothing. I think back then, the great elder of Jianmen was spinning so hard that he couldn't find the north."
Huzi said with a greasy mouth: "Stop bragging, okay? You are the best at chopping firewood."
"Hitting someone? Who has seen it?"
"I've never seen it anyway."
Luo Wanli argued: "Ten years ago, you weren't even born yet."
"On a dark and stormy night, I went to Jianmen as a guest."
"I broke into the Jianmen Scripture Collection Pavilion alone and searched for the "Nine-Star Sword Formation"."
"As a result, the sword formation was not found and was bumped into by the great elder of Jianmen."
"I explained for a long time, saying that I was really a guest. Damn it, you must not believe me."
"When my temper got angry, I slapped him so hard that he became very angry."
Hu Zi said with disdain: "You only pick out old things and talk about them. If you have the ability, fly to the sky and take a look at it now?"
Luo Wanli sneered and said, "I can't fly to the sky and escape to the earth, so I'll leave it to wood."
"Oh, it came so fast."
"Eleven with five levels of force, and one with eight levels of force."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that curly boy is interesting, I can't even see through his cultivation."
Mu Mu said clearly: "The white jade pendant hanging around his neck is a treasure. It can block the minds of masters below the fifteenth level of martial arts from prying eyes."
Luo Wanli's expression changed slightly, and he was secretly surprised and said: "My dear, you have a great background."
Mu Mu smiled without saying a word and took the initiative to pick up some food for Wang Changhou.
"Clang."
The bamboo-wood courtyard door was kicked to pieces, and Guo Rui came in aggressively amid the debris and said: "Wang Changhou, you who hurt my Guo family, have you eaten the heart of a bear or the courage of a leopard?"
Huzi was so frightened that he immediately grabbed Wang Xinyi's arm.
The latter retorted loudly and without fear: "Obviously it was Boss Guo who was being unreasonable and slandering my father for no reason."
"Then he teamed up with others to injure my dad on the mountain, causing him to almost be unable to come down the mountain."
"There is also Guo Erpang, who unleashes his dogs to bite people again and again, causing harm to my tigers several times..."
Before Wang Xinyi finished speaking, Guo Rui interrupted forcefully: "I didn't see anything you said."
"I only saw your family of three enjoying hot pot here, and what they ate was my Guo family's dog."
"My uncle's spine was broken and my cousin is unconscious."
"Whoever touches it, stand up for yourself."
He had a high-pitched voice and a arrogant attitude: "My mother asked me to leave a way for your Wang family to survive out of past kindness. I am willing to give you the opportunity. It depends on whether you know how to cherish it."
Wang Changhou murmured on his lips, and just as he was about to stand up, Mumu said first, "I was the one who beat him. If you have any means, just come over and don't talk nonsense here."
"After all, he is a direct disciple of Jianmen, and he relies on his words to decide who wins or loses?"
"What's the difference between this and calling a bitch a street shrew?"
Guo Rui's face turned red and his whole body was shaking with anger.
The next moment, he roared with murderous intent: "You six come forward to take this person, life or death."
"Take your orders." The six inner disciples on the left clasped their fists and bowed.
Tang Jian, deputy commander of the inner sect, raised his hand to stop him and said, "Master Xiao Rui, there is no need to send out so many people to deal with a mere ant in the mountains. Do you think too highly of him?"
"If you want me to see it, one person is enough."
"He Mu, I'll leave this bastard to you."
He spoke calmly, with a look of teasing and mockery in his eyes.
The Jianmen disciple named He Mu is twenty-seven years old and is the shortest among the group.
At this moment, when I heard the order from my immediate superior, I walked towards the wood without saying a word.
One step, two steps, three steps.
For the first three steps, he walked at a steady pace.
But after three steps, his restrained strength exploded in vain, turning into a sword shadow and swooping down under the eaves.
