The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"What do you want?"

As soon as the ghost stood on the treetop with his arm in his arms, he looked at the proud Hu Lang with an expressionless face. The hand hidden under his arm touched the knife cover, but when he felt empty, he gave an unhappy "tut".

"What do we want, you don't know?"

Hanging the collapsed triangular eye and playing with a knife between his fingers, Hu Lang waved to the ghost with a smile.

"Boy, you stand so high that I have trouble talking to you. Come down first. Let's sit down and have a good chat?"

"... do you think I'm a fool like you?"

In the face of ghost I's ridicule, Hu Lang shook his head indifferently, "Pooh -" and nailed the knife to Monda's shoulder with his backhand.

Munda's instinctive screams were twice, and he clenched his teeth and stopped talking. It's just that the muscles are tangled and the arms are stretched hard. The two men holding him almost didn't hold him down.

His eyes slowly turned cold. The ghost jumped down from the tree silently. When the people in wujiazhai rushed at him with a ferocious smile, his eyes moved to the grenade thrown on the ground at random.

"Yang Peng, do you want to know what the two iron pimples found from me are?"

Calmly pressed on the ground again by the people of wujiazhai, the ghost looked at Yang Peng with suspicious face.

"What is it? It's valuable?"

"I don't know if it's worth money, but it can kill."

The people near the grenade listened and instinctively moved away.

As a person who had played with grenades for a long time, Yang Peng strode over with a sneer and a grin. In the admiration of the people, he picked up both grenades and bumped them in his hands.

"Boy, if you want to scare me, are you still young?"

"It can really kill."

The ghost didn't run away, so he sat lazily cross legged on a layer of dead leaves and raised his eyebrows at Yang Peng.

He raised his hand to stop the people from cleaning up ghost one. Yang Peng thought for a moment and threw one of the grenades to ghost one.

"If this iron pimple can really kill people, you can kill one and let me see."

"OK." The ghost nodded with a smile and said casually, "you pick someone out to try?"

"Hu Lang, you go."

Hu Lang, who was suddenly stunned by the roll call, looked at Yang Peng in disbelief and said with a dry smile, "clan leader, are you calling the wrong person? My little brother is timid and weak, but he can't stand the toss of this iron pimple."

"It's okay. You're the smartest among us. You can't hide any tricks this boy plays. I can trust you."

The words are true, but Yang Peng has no concern and temperature at all.

Hu Lang's face turned black, and the ghost smiled mockingly - he knew

In the Wujia stockade, a poor man, Yang Peng, who dared to fight bravely, really easily won the respect of men and became the patriarch.

In contrast, Hu Lang, who is smart but thin, is easily despised by upright men as a weak chicken.

But he just ran away, but temporarily reversed their position.

At ordinary times, the wise and brave patriarch only knew that he chased on the ground as foolishly as they did. It was useless. He almost let him go.

But Hu Lang, who pretended to be a tiger, turned the situation upside down in two words, forcing him to come back without saying. The sharp strength of daring to use a knife on the Mengda warrior also made a great difference to him.

It turns out that this thin monkey like Hu Lang not only has a better brain than the patriarch, but also spits and nails. He is very sharp and doesn't play with emptiness. He is very man!

Look, Hu Lang just controlled the situation well. There's nothing wrong with listening to him. It seems to be more useful than the patriarch?

The ghost who secretly observed everyone's expression couldn't be clearer in his heart.

Although this change is only temporary, after this stubble, Hu Lang is still the little man who depends on Yang Peng in terms of force, and Yang Peng is still the patriarch with power.

But he is not ready to give Yang Peng a chance to slow down this stubble. He wants to give Yang Peng a chance to stand in power while Yang Peng has the least sense of existence and is most afraid of Hu Lang.

Look, he succeeded.

"Psychology is a very complex knowledge. As long as you have enough understanding and established environment, you can control people's hearts. Of course, your master doesn't have the patience to think about it. He's more used to overwhelming people and being unreasonable. So you can study the book yourself. Don't dirty it. If you have any problems, think about them yourself and don't bother me."

Thinking of the master's laziness in patting the book in his arms at will, the ghost will return like an arrow - the sun is going down, and if he doesn't go back, he won't catch up with dinner.

"Why, don't you always say you can work for the Wu stockade? Why do any iron bumps scare you now?"

Seeing Hu Lang hesitating, Yang Peng lowered his voice menacingly.

"No, I think it's for the patriarch!"

Bowing his waist and not rubbing his hands, Hu Lang smiled extremely flattering.

"You think, this boy is a number of people around the woman. I haven't seen the knives found from him!"

"These two iron bumps are carried in his arms like a baby. It must be not easy! It's nothing if my little brother dies, but isn't it a big loss to waste such a baby on my little brother?"

Yang Peng hesitated. What he said is indeed reasonable. More importantly, after today, he can easily kill him at any chance. There is no need to waste his baby.

With a smile, Hu Lang lowered his head and stared at the ghost from an angle invisible to Yang Peng.

The boy was so slippery that he almost killed him in a few words! No, if you don't kill him today, who knows what he will say to Yang Peng's hungry wolf.

Wu's stronghold can't stay any longer. He killed the boy today, so he fooled two people to take all the valuable goods in the stronghold together and run away to find a new stronghold. It's much better than staying here!

Determined, Hu Lang raised his head again and trotted to Yang Peng. He was about to stir up his three inch good tongue. At random, he saw that the boy's face was suddenly ugly?

"Hey? It's over? Don't you really want to try it? It's really quick to kill people. Don't be afraid of waste. I still have more than ten in my coffer."

Behind a dilapidated earthen house, Jiang qianxia, dressed in a snow-white cloak and wrapped like a glutinous rice ball, came out with his hands on his head, looked casual and natural, and looked like visiting relatives' homes.

After she showed up, Rangers No. 30 or 40 came out from all corners happily. On the dense treetops, it was like a sudden mutation and human fruit, which was spectacular.

Yang Peng and Hu Lang are white faced and unknowingly surrounded by people. Even if these people look different from the men in the mountains, most of them look at soft footed shrimps that can be strangled with one hand, but those who appear in this way can only be the owners who dress up as pigs and eat tigers!

"... master, how did you find it?"

Ghost one don't wriggle some complain, be seen by the master his embarrassed appearance, self-esteem can't stand it.

"That's really interesting. When winter comes, there's no surplus food in the big family? Who lost 100 kilograms of meat for nothing and can't find it?"

After half a ring, he realized that the "hundred and ten kilograms of meat" in the master's mouth meant himself. The ghost sincerely had the impulse to find a ground to drill in.

Among the Rangers, only the poisonous scholar reacted the fastest. He held the wall with a smile. After listening to his intermittent explanation, the Rangers' laughter resounded.

Ghost is more sad and angry