"Chi You's horse slapped me, and I didn't even frown. Do you believe it or not?"
"You think I bought this Batu Lu with money? Shit, I earned it with my real skills! Don't call me Xiong Shuida, even if that bitch Fulhun punched me a few times, it would hurt him!
"
"Good guy! You weren't here at the time, so you didn't know how powerful I was, Xiong Zhida. With that strength, I dare say that Hailancha would have to be defeated even if he came back to life!"
". It was too late when I said it. I moved the world a lot, followed by a star-absorbing technique, and finally an old man's cart move. Only three moves in a row were able to defeat me. I know that strength. If it were you, tsk tsk
, I am nailing the coffin boards for you right now."
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Jia Liu, whose right hand was fractured and bandaged, and whose left leg was also stretched, was leaning on a crutch while telling his subordinates about the terrifying moments last night.
When I talk about the emotional part, my mouth hurts.
Although there are some exaggerations in some places, such as highlighting personal heroism, it is generally consistent with the facts.
That is, he was beaten badly by Xiong Zhida Dalin.
Although his right hand is broken, his left leg is strained, and his chest hurts badly, is he still much stronger than that damn ghost of Hailancha?
"Sir, who is Chi You?"
Baozhu said something. I really don’t know which flag Chi You belongs to. From the tone of His Excellency the President, at least he is a Batulu.
Not Batulu, can he subdue a bear weighing several hundred kilograms?
"Baga? You don't even know who Chi You is! You are an ignorant person. Chi You is our ancestor!"
Jia Liu was so angry that he didn't hit a spot, so he raised his cane and tried to hit Baozhu. If Fan Wei and Lai Wang hadn't stopped him desperately, Baozhu's butt would not have been saved.
Zhuan Zhu, who was about to go out to tie up the foreign devils, folded his sleeves and leaned on the door frame. He looked at the young master with distress and reminded him: "Master, you are now an authentic Manchu Tatar, not a Han man. I'm afraid you are not talking about Chi You."
It doesn’t matter.”
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb. Why are you still standing here? Why don't you go to work? You don't want your salary this month!"
Jia Liujinji was independent, and the walking stick that was originally meant to be swung at Baozhu was about to hit Shuanzhu.
"Sir, please calm down. Director Yang has no other intention. He is just saying that you are not a Han but a Tatar. The doctor said that you should not use force recently, otherwise the injury will not heal."
Fan Wei hugged Mr. Gui tightly and kept winking at Director Yang, telling Director Yang not to irritate Mr. Gui anymore.
The dignified nine-door admiral was made to look like a ghost by calling him a flower-headed bear. Although the ghost master looked calm and calm, he was actually very fragile in his heart.
It’s not like you, Director Yang, don’t know that the masters of the Gui family are obsessed with saving face.
Shuan Zhu left, but he said the next sentence unconvinced: "Master, starting from next month, I will keep the salary myself, and you will return the previous salary to me."
"What do you mean?"
Hey!
Jia Liu was furious. If he didn't keep Shuan Zhu's wages, this guy wouldn't even be able to save enough money to marry his wife.
If Fan Wei and Lai Wang hadn't stopped them, I would have settled the accounts with Shuan Zhu today and deducted my salary. You, Yang Zhi, would have owed me at least eight hundred taels!
"Sir, actually you don't have to be like this. I just observed Master Xiong carefully. Most people really can't withstand a blow from Master Xiong. I'll leave you to just cut off your hand and stretch a tendon. Just be satisfied. Uh, you're already very powerful!"
While Fan Wei was talking, he and Lai Wang worked together to carry Mr. Gui to the door, and then took a chair for Mr. Gui to sit on.
"What does it mean to cut off a hand and stretch a tendon?"
Jia Liu, who was lying on the bamboo chair, was not satisfied with what the dog-headed military advisor said, "Do you know how Hai Lancha died? I, Xiong Zhida, sent him home with a slap in the face! I won't tell you, I, Xiong Zhida, didn't mean it.
揍我,那是欢喜的爱的越深伤的越重,懂不?算了,不跟你这个叛徒说了,你懂个屁.”
Fan Wei smiled with a smile on his face and kept nodding: "Thank you for your praise, sir. I don't even know shit about my humble position."
"Why do you sound like you're trying to flatter me?"
Jia Liu's eyes were alert.
Fan Wei was startled, and just about to explain, he saw Master Gui raised his walking stick to the sky, and said to the subordinates at the door: "Listen to me, all of you will learn from Fan Wei in the future. If you don't flatter me, just
Behead him and bury him alive!"
"嗻!"
All the subordinates responded in unison, including Master Xiong's adjutant Wu Lao'er.
Lai Wang, whose Chinese name is Fang Shiyu, expressed confusion: "Sir, we have all been beheaded, how can we bury them alive?"
"That makes sense,"
Jia Liu threw away his walking stick and took Xiong Shuda's only son, Xiong Lao'er, from Wu Lao'er, "Then bury him alive first and then behead him!"
Lai Wang looked admiringly: "Your Excellency is wise!"
"Um,"
Jia Liugang wanted to ask where his Xiong Zhida Dalin had gone, but when he saw Fan Wei looking at him with disgust, he couldn't help but sullen: "Your eyes betray you, I'm sure you respect my wisdom."
I have some doubts."
Fan Wei knew that Master Gui wanted to pass on his pain to others in order to gain psychological satisfaction, so he quickly shook his head and said: "I will never doubt your wisdom. Your wisdom is like the rising sun in the east, brilliant."
And it’s eye-catching. It’s like the mighty Yellow River, where all the mud and sand are flowing down, and it flows out thousands of miles away!”
"Those who have read books are different. Those who have been traitors are better than others."
Jia Liu's expression softened.
"This traitor of my subordinate is no better than the traitor of my lord!"
Fan Wei looked sincere.
"That's right, where are you? My family has a unique skill."
Jia Liu was very happy that Fan Wei could tell the truth and glanced around, "Where is I, Xiong Shuda?"
Wu Laoer stepped forward and replied: "Sir, Master Xiong is playing with his wife in the courtyard."
"Okay, you guys tidy up and open the door for business later. Today's turnover cannot be less than 50,000 taels. You can take care of it if you are below the fifth grade. If you are above the fifth grade, come and tell me."
Jia Liu took the crutch from Lai Wang, hugged Xiong Er and limped towards the small courtyard.
However, even though he was injured like this, he did not complain and knew Dalin well.
Because he knew that Dalin loved him too much, and because he was so excited after not seeing him for a long time, he accidentally hurt his good brother.
I still remember the shocked and innocent expression on Dalin's face when he was lying on the ground in pain and dripping sweat.
When he was carried away, Dalin moved his fat body with the child who had done something wrong and followed carefully.
Shuan Zhu told him in the morning that Dalin secretly drank a lot of wine in the kitchen last night.
Jia Liu knew that Dalin was drinking to relieve his sorrow.
Why worry?
I can't help myself.
Not to mention a broken arm, even if he broke a leg, Jia Liu would never show off to Dalin.
He is such a friendly person.
If he said that he would care for Dalin until the end of his life, he would never let others throw pots and banners.
Because without Dalin's heroic leap back then, he wouldn't be what he is today.
When I arrived at the small courtyard, I saw my daughter Wen Jing lying on Dalin's back, with Ruxiu supporting her by the side.
One person and one bear were just crawling around in the yard.
Ruxiu was the first to notice her husband's figure, but her expression was not worried and concerned as Jia Liu thought. Instead, her face was as cold as frost.
This made Jia Liu's heart suddenly jump for no reason, and he subconsciously looked at Wu Laoer behind him.
Wu Laoer was startled for a moment, then silently walked aside and wiped the wall tiles with his sleeves.
Hua Gou Xiong also saw his boss's boss, but he didn't dare to pounce on him like last night. Instead, he turned around like a child who had done something wrong.
Wen Jing still doesn't know what's going on on her back, it's beating there.
Ruxiu exploded.
"Who is that spring flower?"
"Spring flowers?"
Jia Liu was confused: "When will spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? How do I know?"
"Stop pretending to be stupid with me!"
If she hadn't been supporting her daughter, Ruxiu would have snatched her husband's walking stick and thrown it aside.
Seeing that Ruxiu was about to get angry, Jia Liu had to confess honestly: "Chunhua is the daughter of my sworn brother."
"Brother, niece?"
Ruxiu was stunned, this relationship was a bit messy.