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"Chi You's mount slapped me, I didn't even frown, believe it or not?"

"You think I, Batulu, was bought with money? Shit, I earned it with real skills! Don't say I'm Xiong Wenda, even that dog thief Fu Lehun would still hurt me if he punched me a few times! "

"Good guy! You were not there at the time, and you didn't know the strengths and weaknesses of me, Xiong Dada. I dare say that Hai Lancha's resurrection would have to bow down to me!"

".It was too late to say it. I made a great move, followed by a star-absorbing method, and finally an old man pushing a cart. It was only after three consecutive moves that I was able to master that strength. If it were you, tsk tsk , now my lord is nailing coffin boards for you."

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Jia Liu, whose right hand was broken and bandaged, and his left leg was stretched, leaned on a cane while telling his subordinates about the frightening moment of last night.

When it comes to the emotional part, my mouth hurts.

Although there are some exaggerations in some places, such as highlighting individual heroism, it is generally in line with the facts.

That is, he was severely beaten by Xiong Dalin.

Although his right hand was broken, his left leg was strained, and his chest hurt badly, but anyway, was he much stronger than that dead ghost Hai Lancha?
"Your Excellency, who is Chi You?"

Bao Zhu said that he really didn't know which banner Chi You belonged to. Hearing the tone of the President, he was at least a Batulu.

It's not Batulu, who can subdue a flower bear that weighs hundreds of catties?
"Bastard! You don't even know who Chi You is! You are ignorant, Chi You is our ancestor!"

If Jia Liuqi didn't beat him, he would hit Baozhu with his crutches. If Fanwei and Laiwang hadn't tried their best to stop him, Baozhu's butt would not have been saved.

Shuan Zhu, who was about to go out to tie up foreign devils, folded his sleeves and leaned on the door frame, looking at the young master with distress, and reminded: "Young master, you are now an authentic Manchurian Tartar, not a Han Chinese, and I am afraid that you are talking to Chi You." It doesn't matter."

"If you don't talk, no one will think you are dumb. Why are you still standing here? If you don't go to work, you don't want this month's salary!"

Jia Liu Jinji is independent, and the crutch that was supposed to swing at Baozhu is about to hit Shuanzhu.

"My lord, please calm down. Director Yang didn't mean anything else. He just said that you are not a Han Chinese but a Tartar now. The doctor said that you can't use your strength recently, otherwise the injury will not heal."

Fan Wei hugged Mr. Guijia hard, and kept winking at Director Yang, implying that Director Yang should stop irritating Mr. Guijia.

The majestic admiral of the Nine Gates was made to look like a ghost. Don't look at Mr. Gui's family with a calm face, but he is actually fragile in his heart.

It's not that you, Director Yang, don't know the virtue of Mr. Gui's family trying to save face.

Shuan Zhu left, but he was unconvinced and said: "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 so angry that if he didn't keep his wages for Shuan Zhu, this kid wouldn't even be able to save money to marry his wife.

If Fanwei and Laiwang hadn't tried their best to stop him, Zensheng would have to settle accounts with Shuanzhu today and deduct his wages. You, Yang Zhi, owe me at least 800 taels!
"My lord, in fact, you don't have to be like this. I have observed Master Xiong carefully just now. Most people really can't withstand Master Xiong's blow. Let's just break your hands and stretch your muscles. Be content. Uh. It's already very powerful!"

While Fan Wei was speaking, he and Lai Wang worked together to carry Mr. Gui's family to the door, and took a chair for Mr. Gui's family to sit on.

"What do you mean by breaking your hands and stretching your muscles?"

Jia Liu, who was reclining on the bamboo chair, didn't like the words of the dog-headed military commander, "Do you know how Hai Lancha died? I, Xiong Adidas, slapped him to send him back! I won't tell you, I, Xiong Adada, didn't mean it. I beat me, the more I am happy, the more wounds, do you understand? Forget it, don't tell you a traitor, you know a fart. "

Fan Wei smiled all over his face, and kept nodding his head: "My lord, I'm too proud, I don't even know fart for a humble job."

"Why do you sound like you are flattering me?"

Jia Liu's eyes showed vigilance.

Fan Wei froze, and just as he was about to explain, he saw the master of the ghost family raised his crutch to the sky, and said to the subordinates at the door: "Listen to me, all of you, you will learn from Fan Wei in the future, if you don't flatter me, just go beheaded and buried alive!"

"Whoo!"

All the subordinates responded in unison, including Mr. Xiong's adjutant Wu Lao Er.

Laiwang, whose Chinese name is Fang Shiyu, expressed his puzzlement: "My lord, they have all beheaded, why are they buried alive?"

"Makes sense,"

Jia Liu threw away his walking stick and took over Xiong Wenda's only son, Xiong Lao Er, from Wu Lao's second-hand, "Then bury alive before beheading!"

Laiwang expressed admiration: "My lord is wise!"

"Um,"

Jia Liugang wanted to ask his Xiong Dalin where he was, but seeing Fan Wei next to him looked at him with disgust, he couldn't help saying: "Your eyes betrayed you, I'm sure you are very wise to me." Doubtful."

Fan Wei knew that Master Guijia wanted to pass on his pain to others in order to obtain psychological satisfaction, so he quickly shook his head and said: "Subordinates will never dare to doubt your wisdom, your wisdom is like the rising sun in the east, brilliant And eye-catching. It’s like the mighty Yellow River, with all the mud and sand pouring down, venting for thousands of miles!”

"It's different if you have read the book, and you are better than others if you have been a traitor."

Jia Liu's complexion eased.

"This traitor, my subordinate, is no match for the traitor, my lord!"

Fan Wei looked sincere.

"That's right, where did you come from? My family has passed down the unique knowledge."

Jia Liu was very happy that Fan Wei could tell the truth, and looked around, "Where is I, Xiong Adada?"

Wu Er Er stepped forward and replied: "My lord, Mr. Xiong is playing with Mrs. Madam in the small courtyard."

"Okay, you guys clean up. You will open the door for business later. Today's turnover can't be less than 50,000 taels. You can figure it out if you are below the fifth rank. If you are above the fifth rank, come and tell me."

Jia Liu took the crutch from Wang Laiwang, and limped towards the courtyard with Xiong Er in his arms.

However, even though he was injured like this, he didn't complain about Dalin.

Because he knew that Dalin loved him too much, and because he hadn't seen him for a long time, he got excited and accidentally hurt his good brother.

I still remember Dalin's astonished and innocent expression when he was sweating from the pain on the ground.

When he was carried away, Dalin moved his fat body with the child who did something wrong, and followed carefully.

In the morning, Shuanzhu told him that Dalin went to the kitchen and drank a lot of wine secretly last night.

Jia Liu knew that this was Dalin using wine to relieve his worries.

Why worry?
I'm sorry for myself.

Not to mention a broken arm, even if another leg is broken, Jia Liu will never show face to Dalin.

He is such a loyal person.

If you say that you are going to die for Dalin's pension, you will never let others beat you.

Because Dalin would not be where he is today without Dalin's great leap back then.

When they came to the small courtyard, they saw their daughter Wen Jing lying on Dalin's back with Ruxiu supporting her.

One person and one bear just crawled around in the yard.

Ruxiu was the first to notice her husband's figure, but instead of worrying and caring as Jia Liu thought, her face was frosty.

This made Jia Liu's heart skip a beat for no reason, and he subconsciously looked at Wu Er Er behind him.

Wu Er was startled for a moment, then silently walked aside and wiped the wall tiles with his sleeve.

Hua Gouxiong also saw his boss's boss, but he didn't dare to pounce on him like last night, but turned around like a child who did something wrong.

Wen Jing on the back still didn't know it, patting there.

Ruxiu exploded.

"Who is that spring flower?"

"Spring flowers?"

Jia Liu was at a loss: "When is the spring flower and autumn moon? The spring flower that knows so much about the past? I don't know."

"Stop pretending to be garlic with me!"

If it wasn't for supporting her daughter, Ruxiu would definitely come up and snatch her husband's walking stick and throw it aside.

Seeing that Ruxiu was about to lose her temper, Jia Liu had no choice but to confess honestly: "Chunhua is the daughter of my good brother whom I swore to."

"Brother, niece?"

Ruxiu was stunned, the relationship was a bit messy.