Super Red Packet

Chapter 85
Meng Xiaoben asked a village woman aged 27 or [-] in the seat beside her: "Sister, why are these people so unreasonable? How dare you stop the big customer?"

The pretty village woman carefully glanced forward, leaned her head closer, and said in a low voice, "Wenzhuang, that's it. It's been several years. When I come here, I have to buy it. If I don't buy it, I can't drive."

The village woman's hair touched Xiao Ben's neck, and at the same time, a good smell unique to a healthy village woman rushed into Xiao Ben's nose.

Xiao Ben was moved, and moved his face closer, almost rubbing his ear against the village woman's ear: "No one called the police? Does the local government care?"

The village woman glanced at Xiao Ben, with a surprised expression on her face, "Take care? If you want to take care of it, how can you be so awesome?"

"What's the origin?" Meng Xiaoben took advantage of the situation to take a step closer, and the arms of the two came together side by side and touched each other.Her skin was cool, Meng Xiaoben felt like taking a bite of ice cream on a hot day!

The village woman moved her upper body slightly to the side, "The county market picket brigade, the captain surnamed Wen, is from their village."

Captain Wen!

Meng Xiaoben killed his father, brother and enemy!
A bad breath rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head!
There's smoke coming out of my head!
Meng Xiaoben clenched his hands and twisted his joints until it made a "baba" sound, which sounded like a wolf grinding its teeth before attacking.

"Buy apricots!" A wicker basket was stabbed in front of Meng Xiaoben, and the beam of the basket hit his chest.

Meng Xiaoben looked up, and there was a big black man standing in front of him, with disheveled hair and dark skin, with two small green snakes pierced on his arms, the muscles on his arms were protruding one by one, and the backs of his hands were covered with thick calluses. !

Wow, so fierce, isn't this the Lianjiazi of Iron Sand Palm?

Look at this cocoon, it is one centimeter thick.There is a legend in the martial arts industry: "One layer of calluses can be used for one year."For this thick cocoon, the skill of the iron sand palm is at least ten years old!

"How much is a catty?" Meng Xiaoben glanced at the apricots in the basket, they were not big, half green and half yellow, and his mouth was full of sour water: not ripe!
"8 yuan!" said Iron Sand Palm, and stretched out the apricot basket to the village woman.

The village woman was obviously frightened, so she hurriedly got up and reached into her trouser pocket for her wallet.This leaning, because the body is fatter and the clothes are tighter, the buttons in front of the body are stretched to the point of falling off.

She took out ten yuan from the wallet and handed it to Iron Sand Palm: "I'll buy ten yuan!"

Tie Shazhang picked up a small gourd ladle from the basket, scooped half of it in the basket, poured it into a plastic bag, and handed it to the village woman.

The village woman reached out to take it, and Iron Sand Palm's hand touched it, her two thick black fingers pinched tightly.

The village woman's face flushed immediately, and she shrank back struggling.

Iron Sand Palm smiled lewdly and said, "Which village? Whose handsome daughter-in-law?"

The village woman shrank her body back desperately, but Iron Sand Palm's hand followed her back and continued to move forward.

The village woman retreated to the car window, with her back pressed against the car window, her hands covering her upper body, but she couldn't break free from the iron sand palm.

Iron Sand Palm was fully opened at this time, covering it like an iron bra, and said with a smile: "Or, get out of the car and rest for a while, brother treats you to watermelon!"

"No, no, my baby is waiting to be breastfed!"

"Wow, there is a nursing baby at home, no wonder it is so big and tall! It's fun and fun."

Meng Xiaoben watched all this quietly, and seeing this moment, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Brother, let her go, I'm buying apricots." Meng Xiaoben pushed Tie Sand Palm's arm away from his eyes.

With this light swipe, Iron Sand Palm felt an invisible force, pushing him back half a step irresistibly.

Iron Sand Palm looked at Meng Xiaoben strangely, saw that he was well-dressed and had an extraordinary bearing, and asked, "Where are you from? Are you not a local?"

"No, I'm a foreigner, and I'm doing some small business locally." Meng Xiaoben said this, and it seemed that he was going to be cruel.

"It's strange that you have to understand the local customs. Do you know what the boundary is?"

"The boundaries of the People's Republic of China." Meng Xiaoben smiled.

Iron Sand Palm heard the sarcasm and "dissatisfaction" in the words, sucked twice, full of anger: "This is the boundary of Wencun!"

"Wencun? Oh," Meng Xiaoben said "suddenly realized", "Captain Wen of the county market picket brigade told me that he is also from Wencun!"

"Do you know Captain Wen?"

"It's not just an acquaintance, but an old friend. His daughter, Wen Yu, is the pillar of the county song and dance troupe. We had dinner together." Meng Xiaoben said nonsense.

"Oh—" Iron Sand Palm took a breath.

"Are you Captain Wen's relative?"

"What kind of relative, that's my dad!" Iron Sand Palm was amazing.

Wen Enemy's son?

No wonder it is so rampant, blocking the way and selling it by force!

"Clap clap clap..."

A few crisp applause came from the front row.

Meng Xiaoben looked up and saw an apricot seller slapping a middle-aged man in the face.

The middle-aged man dodged while begging for mercy: "I really don't have any money with me, I only have five yuan with me..."

"At least one catty per person, why are you fooling the children with five fucking dollars?" the apricot seller scolded.

Iron Sand Palm turned around, took a look at the middle-aged man, then suddenly stretched out his hand, took out a small plastic bag from the crotch of the middle-aged man, opened it, and there was a small bag full of banknotes, including five cents, one yuan, and two yuan Yes, the maximum denomination is five yuan!

"Damn, with so much money, why don't you buy anything?" Iron Sand Palm got angry, raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged man, right on his chest.The middle-aged man fell back suddenly, covered his chest with his hands, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Iron sand palm!
Such a strong skill, with just a light pat, the other party will be injured internally!
Meng Xiaoben's master told him about iron sand palm: iron sand palm is divided into real and imaginary skills.

Real skills, is to practice strength, strength outside the muscles and bones.Xugong is a high-quality iron sand palm, which hits people with internal energy and injures internal organs invisible.Out of a hundred practitioners with iron sand palms, only one has reached the realm of virtual kung fu.

Obviously, this iron sand palm belongs to the list of false merits!

For a powerful enemy, besides being excited, Meng Xiaoben also has respect!

This one in front of me is worth playing!
Iron Sand Palm picked out all the banknotes of more than two yuan in the plastic bag, put them into his arms, threw the remaining half of the bag of change back to the middle-aged man, and stuffed half a basket of apricots into the middle-aged man's arms: " If you have money, buy more! This basket of apricots belongs to you."

The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and begged, "No, no. I begged for this money in Jiangcheng City. My mother is ill. I will take the money to the town hospital tomorrow to give to my mother. Doctor!"

"Look at your Mala Gobi disease!" Iron Sand Palm cursed, waved his hands and shouted at several thugs: "It's all over? Is there anything else you haven't bought?"

Several thugs echoed: "I bought them all! Who would dare not buy them!"

"Go, get out of the car!" Iron Sand Palm waved his hand, and several people walked towards the car door, shouting at the driver while walking, "Thank you, master!"

The driver hurriedly accompanied the smiling face: "Where is it, where is it..."

"slow!"

With a loud drink, full of confidence, the echo in the carriage was deafening!
Meng Xiaoben had already stood up, his eyes were piercing.

Iron Sand Palm turned around, a little surprised!

(End of this chapter)