Mrs. Yan was stunned: "Han Leshan, what's wrong with you?"
"I...I have a little pain in my stomach." The old man with a donkey face covered his stomach, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the turbulent feeling in his stomach became more and more turbulent.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Tiezhu burst into laughter and clapped his hands: "Retribution, retribution!"
Zhang Tiexiu remained silent on the sidelines, pretending that the matter had nothing to do with him.
"You, you, you...little bastard, what did you do to me?!" The donkey-faced old man pointed at Zhang Tiezhu and spoke angrily.
"I haven't done anything, are you blind?" Zhang Tiezhu spread his hands and said sarcastically.
"Then what retribution are you talking about?!" The donkey-faced old man stared at Zhang Tiezhu with his eyes wide open.
"Hahaha... you still care about what I say? Don't you think you are being lenient? Ah!" Zhang Tiezhu showed a gloating smile: "How about you ask me how many times I urinate in a day?
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"You must have done it, you little bastard. Damn it, I'll take care of you after I've had my bowels clean!" The donkey-faced old man covered his stomach. Even if he was a master among masters, he was still vulnerable to diarrhea!
It really goes with the old saying, a good man can't stand the temptation of three times...and the donkey-faced old man definitely has more than just three times!
He ran out of the house and almost broke the door!
"Menmen... be careful, damn, you'll have to pay if you get it damaged!" Zhang Tiezhu cursed angrily.
As soon as the donkey-faced old man left the house, he immediately came back and asked urgently: "You little bastard, where is your toilet?!"
Zhang Tiezhu: "..."
"I don't have a toilet at home." Zhang Tiezhu said calmly.
Han Leshan: "..."
Mrs. Yan: "..."
"Little calf, stop making trouble and say it quickly!" The donkey-faced old man stamped his feet anxiously, almost showing his head.
Even if he is a master, he can't hold back this kind of pain...
"No, I always poop in the public toilet on the street two miles away." Zhang Tiezhu spread his hands and said helplessly: "You'd better go quickly, otherwise you'll shit your pants pockets."
"You, you, you... just wait for me!" The donkey-faced old man cursed, covering his stomach with one hand and his asshole with the other. He was as light as a swallow and walked as fast as flying. After smashing the door of Zhang Tiezhu's house, no one knew
Traced!
"Fuck!" Zhang Tiezhu was shocked. He rushed out of the house and saw that the door was broken to pieces. He cursed bitterly: "Old bastard, you and I are at odds with each other!"
Miao Fu: "..."
"Alas..." Miao Fu sighed helplessly, it was his turn to take action again.
Miao Fu glanced at Li Changxuan and grinned triumphantly. He must be the final winner in the battle between kings.
"Master Zhang, don't worry, leave it to the younger one!" Miao Fu flew to Zhang Tiezhu's side and patted his chest twice.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Zhang Tiezhu nodded with a dark face. Although he was very happy to see the donkey-faced old man running away, he was very unhappy when his own door was broken again.
"Miao Fu, the gate this time needs to be made stronger. We really can't weld it into an iron gate. Do you understand?" Zhang Tiezhu said through gritted teeth.
People came to his house one by one and broke down the door, thinking where is Zhang Tiezhu's house?!
What is the front door of his house?!
Smash it if you want!
"This time it's an iron gate, you try smashing another one..." Zhang Tiezhu said coldly, applauding his wit.
Miao Fu: “??????”
"Master Zhang, do you have any iron at home?" Miao Fu asked weakly.
"No, find a way to go by yourself!" Zhang Tiezhu said lightly, patted Miao Fu on the shoulder, turned around and returned to the house.
A ghost was left in Miao Fu, looking at the broken door, feeling heartbroken and heartbroken.
"Where should I go to get iron?"
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Zhang Tiezhu entered the house and saw the little boy in front of Mrs. Yan, wondering: "Grandma, where did grandpa go?"
"Your grandpa has a stomachache, so he needs to relieve himself." Mrs. Yan smiled bitterly, looking calm and calm on the outside, but in fact, she was already feeling turbulent inside.
She knew how advanced Han Leshan was, but he had lost his temper in front of her just now, which showed how powerful the laxative was... Mrs. Yan concluded that it was definitely not an ordinary laxative!
After that, she had to take more precautions to avoid being plotted by Zhang Tiezhu and Zhang Tiexiu.
"Oh." The little boy nodded cutely, with a different light shining in his eyes: "My grandpa runs so fast. It would be great if he could run so fast when buying candies for me."
Mrs. Yan: "..."
Hearing the little boy's words, Zhang Tiezhu almost burst into laughter.
Originally, Zhang Tiezhu planned to say a few words to the little boy, but after noticing the resentful look in Mrs. Yan's eyes, he obediently shut up.
Zhang Tiezhu patted Zhang Tiexiu on the shoulder: "Good brother, you did a great job!"
Zhang Tiexiu: "..."
Zhang Tiexiu pulled Zhang Tiezhu's sleeves and dragged him to the outhouse.
Zhang Tiezhu looked confused. Normally, at this time, wouldn't Zhang Tiexiu have to take credit for his death?
At the very least, you have to show a gloating smile and laugh wildly.
Why is it so wilted?
"Brother...that old man is a master!" Zhang Tiexiu whispered in Zhang Tiezhu's ear.
"Nonsense, of course I know." Zhang Tiezhu understood it deeply. The donkey-faced old man beat him as if he were beating his grandson. He had no power to fight back.
"Brother, you can handle this matter yourself from now on, I can't bear the beating!" Zhang Tiexiu whispered hastily.
He used ten rotten black spirit fruits to cook noodles, and the old man drank two bowls of them...how could an average expert do that?
After the black spirit fruit rots, it loses its effect of cleansing the essence and cutting the marrow, but the side effects of diarrhea and diarrhea will be greatly increased.
Under such circumstances, the donkey-faced old man could hold it in for so long, which shows that he is very unusual!
"Uh...are you scared?" Zhang Tiezhu looked at Zhang Tiexiu with a surprised look on his face. This is not the character of his unlucky brother!
"Brother, I just don't want to be beaten in vain, or... let's run!" Zhang Tiexiu whispered: "The old man will have to hold on for at least a day, and it's still too late to run now!"
Zhang Tiezhu: "..."
"Snapped"
Zhang Tiezhu slapped Zhang Tiexiu hard on the head: "Fuck you, this is my house, why am I afraid of his old donkey face?!"
"Oh... ok." Zhang Tiexiu shook his head helplessly.
Mrs. Yan, who was sitting at the head of the kang, heard clearly that the person who administered the medicine was Zhang Tiexiu, but she didn't understand how he did it.
However, Mrs. Yan decided to find an opportunity to ask Zhang Tiexiu for advice...if she wanted to leave home in the future, she would give Han Leshan laxatives first to make things easier!
In a flash, it’s evening...
Li Changxuan cooked dinner, and Miao Fu was in the yard thinking about what to do with the iron gate.
Li Changxuan's cooking skills are pretty good, although not as good as Miao Fu's, but they are more than enough to open a small restaurant...
Zhang Tiezhu, Zhang Tiexiu, the little boy ate with gusto, Li Feng lay on the ground drinking porridge...
Mrs. Yan sat at the head of the kang, not eating a bite.
"Old lady, aren't you hungry?" Zhang Tiezhu asked in confusion.
"If you're not hungry, don't eat." Mrs. Yan said calmly. She wouldn't die if she didn't eat. She was worried that Zhang Tiezhu, a tiger creature, would drug her and use this trick to drive her away.
"Okay." Zhang Tiezhu nodded and continued to eat and drink.
"Master Zhang, are you satisfied?" Li Changxuan said with a flattering look on the side.
"Not bad, keep up the good work." Zhang Tiezhu nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay!" Li Changxuan was elated, and he wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue the battle for the king!
Seeing this scene, Mrs. Yan smiled helplessly and said to herself that Zhang Tiezhu and his grandfather looked really alike. They were both good at... controlling ghosts.
In the yard...
The little black dog looked at the gradually brightening moon, with a weathered face.
Miao Fu was working diligently on the drawings, planning to go out later to steal, bah...borrow iron to build an iron door!
Just then...
Several hurried footsteps came, and a group of people walked to the door of Zhang Tiezhu's house. They were all dumbfounded... Is the front door of Zhang Tiezhu's house gone?