Xiaopang smiled and said seriously, "Then go ahead and drink. We're not stopping you."
Wu Lan choked and glared at him: "Fatty, what's it got to do with you?"
The smile on Xiaopang’s face froze instantly.
Although he is fat, he has actually lost a lot of weight after exercising in the past few months.
Not only did he lose weight, but he also looked more energetic.
Moreover, in the tribe, no matter who it was, they just called him Fatty, and no one ever called him Fatty.
Xiaopang's face flushed red immediately, and he suddenly used the Swallow Walking Technique with his feet. His steps were mysterious, and the bamboo stick in his hand seemed to have eyes, and he whipped Wu Lan's right fingers twice.
When he hit her for the first time, Wu Lan was not prepared. When she saw him about to hit her for the second time, she suddenly stretched out her hand to snatch the bamboo stick from his hand, but she underestimated Xiaopang's strength.
Although Xiaopang is fat, he is a flexible fat man.
When Wu Lan stretched out her right hand to grab his bamboo stick, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and punched her right wrist.
Wu Lan let out a scream, and the moment he let go of the bamboo stick, Xiaopang hit him three times in a row at the place where he had just hit it.
Xiaopang is still young and doesn't know how to control the strength. Once he uses the Seven Injury Fist, he can't take it back.
Coupled with the three bamboo sticks behind, Wu Lan's right wrist quickly swelled up.
Wu Lan was in so much pain that tears came out of her eyes. In a rage, she ignored her injured right hand, freed her left hand and prepared to snatch the bamboo stick from Xiaopang's hand.
But how could Xiaopang do as she wished?
He swung the bamboo stick in his hand left and right, and soon hit her back, arms, shoulders and other parts three times in a row.
After he finished smoking, he chuckled and said, "How's it going? Is the bamboo shoot stir-fry with meat that Xue Wu taught me delicious?"
"You!" Wu Lan wanted to say something, but soon the pain was so severe that she couldn't even speak. After a long while, she looked at Wu Bing with grievance, her voice filled with tears: "Uncle Bing..."
Wu Bing sighed silently. Now that things had developed to this point, he knew that he was powerless to save the situation.
He bowed to Xiaopang and pleaded for mercy on Wu Lan's behalf: "Young man, please show some mercy. Alan is just a little more lively, but he doesn't mean any harm."
After hearing this, Xiao Pang hesitated for a moment, but Wu Lan seized the opportunity, snatched the bamboo stick from his hand, and chopped at Xiao Pang without thinking: "Fatty, you want to stir-fry meat with bamboo sticks, right? I'll teach you how to stir-fry meat with bamboo sticks!"
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