Chapter 118 We can't kill people indiscriminately!
The waiter immediately picked up a wooden stick and struck Zhao Yuniang, shouting, "You're not allowed to bully him!"
However, he was too young, and Zhao Yuniang grabbed his stick in one go.
"You little bastard, how dare you lay a hand on me? As expected, that idiot Jiang Pangya can't control her children. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on her behalf."
In her past life, both Li Baozhu and Li Xiaoer were as obedient as kittens in front of her.
Zhao Yuniang called for the west, but they dared not go east.
She immediately sneered, thinking to herself that he hadn't been taught a lesson enough. With a cold curl of her lips, she swung the stick at the waiter.
Sanqi never expected things to develop to this extent. He subconsciously reached for the wooden stick, but he was a second too late.
In an instant, a black afterimage flashed before her eyes, and somehow the wooden stick in Zhao Yuniang's hand ended up in the black figure's hand.
The old man scratched his neck, his face pale, and casually picked up the stick, weighing it in his hand. His slightly cloudy eyes lightly fell on Zhao Yuniang.
"Where did this bastard come from?"
Zhao Yuniang was also looking at him. When she saw him, she immediately burst out laughing: "Where did this beggar come from again?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Upon hearing this, Sanqi's heart leaped into her throat, and she almost instinctively took several steps back.
I light a stick of incense in my heart for this unreasonable woman, wishing her a safe journey. Having offended the Imperial Advisor, there's no other way but to wish her a better reincarnation. Don't speak recklessly, and don't provoke those you can't afford to offend.
The old man's originally cool eyes revealed a hint of a smile upon hearing these words, and he circled around Zhao Yuniang with a beaming smile.
"This little girl is really brave. It would be no fun to just crush her to death."
"Oh my, today is really interesting. Jiang Nuanzhi is really something. Where did she gather all of you old, weak, sick and disabled people?" Zhao Yuniang said with a mocking expression. "You want to strangle me? Are you going to rely on your big mouth, or on that little cripple? Or are you going to rely on these two little sluts? Or... are you going to rely on that paralyzed Li Rong?"
Zhao Yuniang knew these people all too well; in her past life, she was the one who took Li Rong in.
As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something funny, and laughed until tears streamed down her face.
In fact, this group of people doesn't seem to have much fighting power right now.
Xiao Er was limping, Xiao Baozhu was tiny, and Xiao Xuanting stood there, half his face swollen. The only one still capable of fighting, the little old man, still had two swollen, sausage-like lips that hadn't completely healed. Besides, he had just been kneading dough and tending a fire, so his face was patchy with black and white marks, making him look rather comical.
"Smile, smile more, I'm a very kind person."
The old man even patted Zhao Yuniang on the shoulder.
Zhao Yuniang felt a chill run down her spine, but quickly swatted his hand away, saying, "How disgusting! You beggar! Stay away from me!"
The old man smiled and looked at Xiao Baozhu and Xiao Xuanting, then bent down and touched Xuanting's little face: "Does it hurt?"
Xuan Ting nodded: "It hurts."
"How do you want Grandpa to deal with her?"
Before Xuan Ting could speak, Xiao Baozhu gritted her teeth and said, "Grandpa, hit her hands and feet, hit her mouth, don't let her curse people."
The old man frowned as he listened, looking at Xiao Baozhu with strong disapproval: "How could this child do such a thing?"
Baozhu lowered her head in grievance, pouting and looking a little angry.
The waiter stepped in front of his younger sister, saying, "Grandpa Jing, Baozhu is still young. She doesn't understand."
The old man nodded in agreement: "Yes, how can you be so kind? You'll be bullied in the future."
Waiter: "Huh?"
Everyone around was stunned when these words were spoken.
The old man smiled and patted Little Pig's head: "Today, Grandpa Jing will teach you something. You must beat someone like that until she's terrified, so she won't dare to mess with you next time. Do you understand?"
Little Baozhu blinked her bright, clear eyes, which were filled with confusion.
The old man looked at Xuan Ting again: "Understand?"
Xuan Ting subconsciously shook his head, frowned and thought for a while, then nodded, but then shook his head again.
"Tsk, this kid."
The old man sighed softly, and the next second, a blur flashed by. While everyone was stunned, they heard a few teeth-grinding cracking sounds.
Before anyone could even see how he moved, Zhao Yuniang collapsed to the ground, limp as a rag doll.
A bloodcurdling scream, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, escaped its mouth. In the rural mountain village, such a scream was particularly shrill, sending chills down one's spine.
The old man frowned slightly and picked at his ear: "It's really too noisy."
The next second, she stepped forward, and with a snap, Zhao Yuniang's jaw was dislocated.
The horrific screams abruptly ceased, leaving only some indistinct gurgling sounds, still unpleasant to listen to, but at least not jarring anymore.
Zhao Yuniang's body writhed like an insect, her eyes pleadingly fixed on Sanqi, her head repeatedly kowtowing to the ground, clearly begging him to save her.
Sanqi's hands were trembling. He swallowed hard and moved further away from her.
To his surprise, the old man looked at him with a smile the next second.
"You're not being fair, buddy."
"Grand Preceptor!" Sanqi's face turned pale, and he almost knelt on the ground with a thud: "Sanqi knows his mistake. Please forgive this brat for the sake of our friendship with our grandmaster."
The old man's face was expressionless; he simply held the wooden stick in his palm and played with it lightly: "I already let you go, yet you still brought a helper and even tried to beat up my relative. That's really too unethical."
"No, no, no, I didn't! I don't know this person at all, please believe me."
The old man frowned. "I told you, you're not being fair. You two were clearly allies; I even saw her holding your hand. Now that disaster is upon us, you've abandoned even your allies. You really deserve to die!"
“Grand Preceptor!” Sanqi’s trembling voice immediately explained, “Don’t you remember me? I accompanied my master to deliver medicine to your residence before. Even if you don’t trust my character, you should trust my master. I really don’t know her! She dragged me to her house.”
Now, Sanqi naturally noticed that something was wrong with the Imperial Preceptor.
The former Imperial Advisor was a revered and awe-inspiring figure, a mythical existence in the Great Jing Dynasty. Though he killed as easily as crushing an ant, he never hesitated to do it himself! This was because he was always meticulous about cleanliness and didn't want to soil his hands. But now, he appears somewhat mad, a truly chilling sight.
The old man frowned: "And who is your grandmaster? I don't know him."
The next second, they grabbed Sanqi by the neck and slowly lifted him up.
Seeing Shan Qi's face growing increasingly red, Xiao Er's eyes welled up with tears: "Grandpa Jing! I've seen him before. He really just came to find my mother, and he has nothing to do with that person. Grandpa Jing, we can't kill people indiscriminately!"
The old man turned around, frowned, and looked at the waiter with some disapproval, sighing, "Child, a soft heart will not get you anywhere."
"Senior, please spare his life! May I ask you to come inside? I have something to say to you!"
At this moment, Li Rong, who had been watching from afar, couldn't help but speak up.
Outside, the old man squinted as he listened, and the next second, he swept his long staff across.
With a bang, the window was smashed open by a long stick.
Li Rong sensed something was wrong and ducked in time, barely dodging a fatal blow. He instinctively looked up and saw the wooden stick embedded heavily in the wall.
"You spiest rat, I've disliked you for a long time."
“Senior!” Li Rong suppressed his pounding heart and said in a deep voice, “This man cannot be killed now. He has many connections. If something really happens to him, it will bring trouble to our whole family. I’m afraid we will never have a peaceful day again.”
The old man pinched his brow, looking rather annoyed: "It's so noisy, it's giving me a headache."
I really want to kill all of them.
(End of this chapter)
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