Chapter 147 (2/2)
The rich man cried out: ”spare me!”
”Road, you chose it yourself.” Chen xinglie said indifferently, pointing to the leftovers on the table, he said: ”eat it, eat it slowly, taste it carefully. After eating this table, there are still ten tables.”
The rich man refused to rise.
The heroes and heroines grabbed the man directly, pressed it on the table, grabbed a piece of fat and put it into his mouth
Ah Chou looked at the fat and the rich man who had been eating so much. There was no reason for him to be happy. He seemed to understand some of the truth of life.
Chen xinglie gazed at Pang Xiang and asked, ”master Pang seems to have asked me how to deal with him?”
Pang Xiang was a little nervous and nodded: ”it's true.”
Chen xinglie led ah Chou, stood up and said in a seemingly deliberative tone: ”since this is the case, I will give orders?”
”Please tell me.” Pang Xiang clasped his hands.
”Watch the man until the ten tables are finished. You Fu Long Zong is a well-known and authentic sect. You should be happy to help others. If the person can't finish eating, you can help him eat, just like this... ” Chen xinglie picked up a steamed bun and forced it into the rich man's mouth, giving Pang Xiang a correct demonstration.Pang Xiang said: ”the younger generation must live up to the trust.”
”If you don't do it well, next time, we'll hold a banquet for you, Fulong Zong.” Chen xinglie patted Pang Xiang on the shoulder, took ah Chou's hand and walked out the door.
Pang Xiang was so scared that his hair stood up. After him, he asked, ”can you tell me your name, where is the fairyland?”
Chen xinglie drifted away and said casually, ”this Chen xinglie is from Qingyun city.”
Qingyun city!
Pang Xiang had never heard of Chen xinglie's name, but he knew that the frozen sword front hanging in the air these days originated from Qingyun city. Pang Xiang also heard about some things about Qingyun city. It is said that a large group of Northern Xinjiang experts died in Qingyun City, and only a few people escaped.
Even the world famous Ji Xian Ning Feng Han of the Northern Kingdom died in Qingyun city!
Are they all dead in the hands of Chen xinglie?
Pang Xiang recalled the scene of Chen xinglie standing at the end of the sword edge, gently stepping on the sword spirit, only to feel his legs soften.
Until the bartender came to serve, Pang Xiang said to the waiter, ”help me to get up! This clan mainly feeds this distinguished guest to eat
……
Longcheng is prosperous.
People come and go in the street.
Chen xinglie leads ah Chou in front of him, while Li Qinglian and his heroic brothers follow behind.
Ah Chou was carrying a small sack of silver and holding a big hen in his arms. He frowned slightly and looked thoughtful.
”What are you thinking about?” Chen asked
Ah Chou asked softly, ”where are we going?”
Chen xinglie said, ”go to the capital.”
Ah Chou asked, ”do we have a place to live?”
Chen xinglie nodded.
Ah Chou asked again, ”is the house big?”
Chen xinglie patiently replied, ”it's very big, but I haven't lived for many years.”
Ah Chou blinked his big eyes and said, ”in this case, will the house be occupied by the bad guys? Are we going to convince people by virtue and invite those bad guys to eat in the restaurant, ten tables for one person, and let them finish eating. If you eat too much, you will die. Aunt Xia's family bitter root brother, is to eat beans to eat too much, support dead. If those bad guys die, they will give us back the house with their hearts and minds... ”