Mengde gained the upper hand in the argument, and Li Banfeng sensed the change in technique.
The old man was still patiently reasoning, and he really could make sense: "No matter if she hurt the demon or not, that woman wanted to hurt your master's life. I saved your master, so this sacrifice must count."
Mengde was speechless again. Li Banfeng's right leg, which had just loosened, began to become uncontrollable again.
"Anything else to say?" The old man raised the dagger again.
Li Banfeng asked: "How do you know that woman wants to hurt my life?"
The old man said, "She made provocative remarks for no reason. She must have bad intentions!"
Meng De caught the flaw: "That's not necessarily the case. Maybe the girl has taken a fancy to my master and is throwing herself into his arms sincerely!"
The old man shook his head and said, "This is ridiculous!"
Li Banfeng asked, "Why do you say it's ridiculous? How do you know what that woman is thinking? Could it be that she is your accomplice?"
Li Banfeng was right again, the woman was really the old man's accomplice.
The old man's arms were shaking violently. This time the backlash was very serious.
Meng De seized the opportunity and began to attack fiercely: "You shameless and shameless man, together with the shameless woman, used despicable means to seduce my master.
My master is upright and unmoved, but you are acting like a thief crying thief and making a farce, yet you are still talking about dedication and asking for compensation.
With such despicable means as yours, you can only beg for a living in the gutter, yet you dare to gossip here and be mean and unruly. You have lived in vain for your old age. I really don't know how to write the word despicable!"
This was such a scolding that the old man was dumbfounded and speechless.
Li Banfeng felt that the restraints on his legs had been loosened by about 70% and was just waiting for the right moment to take out the key.
Don't be impatient.
The train driver reminded Li Banfeng that his small action of taking out the key would attract other people's attention.
The old man didn't notice Li Banfeng, he was still reasoning with Mengde.
It’s strange. He wants to control me, so why does he always try to reason with Mengde?
Isn't this truth meant for me?
Who else could he tell?
The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Let's not talk about the fact that I saved him, I still gave him three offerings!"
How do you say that?
The old man said, "I invited him to watch a good show. Does this count as a contribution?"
That counts too!
Can we still play like this?
The old man did perform a play, and Li Banfeng did watch it.
But Li Banfeng didn't want to watch this play.
It seems that no matter whether you want to or not, as long as you read it, you owe the old man something.
Li Banfeng couldn't think of a response, but Mengde was very calm.
She unbuttoned her clothes gracefully.
What is this for? Did this happen because of the projector?
Mengde took off her cheongsam a little, revealing a pair of fragrant shoulders.
The old man was also stunned: "What does this mean?"
Meng De smiled and said, "Did you see it? Is my play good?"
The old man said angrily: "I don't want it. This is not a reward."
Meng De snorted and said, "If you don't want it, don't look at it. If you look at it, it's considered as you accept it!"
Dexiu actually restrained him from this door.
The old man was so angry that he was shaking all over.
The restraints on Li Banfeng's legs completely disappeared.
He immediately took out the key, opened the door, and pulled Mengde into the house.
"Don't run!" The old man reached out to grab Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng took the opportunity to rush forward and dragged the old man into the house.
The room was dark, with only a candlelight.
There was a mirror next to the candle, and a long gun was facing the mirror to do her makeup.
The spear is dressing up...
This situation made the old man fall into deep thought.
Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums was heard behind me, and clear singing came.
"Hey, you bitch, you're obviously blind, why are you still looking in the mirror?"
"I love looking in the mirror because I am pretty."
"What's so good about you?"
"You have a nice face and a nice waist, much better than your horrible appearance."
The old man looked behind him and saw a record player arguing with a spear.
The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I've lived for so many years, and today I actually saw a monster!"
Hong Ying turned around and asked, "Who do you say is the demon?"
The old man looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Demon, is this your lair?"
Li Banfeng was stunned: "You said I am a demon?"
The old man took out a handful of wild fruits from his right pocket and was about to throw them on the ground.
A ball of steam suddenly bound the old man's right hand, preventing him from throwing the fruit away.
"Hey, sir, you brought back a Fengquweng."
Li Banfeng was stunned: "What is Fengqu Weng?"
The record player said, "There is a kind of wandering monster in the new land. It asks for three rewards for three times of offering. This thing is of high level! This is our home. If the wild fruit falls to the ground, it means we have taken his things, and we have also taken his offerings, right?"
The old man was about to put his left hand into his pocket again, but a powerful force came over him, frightening him so much that he shivered, and with a whoosh, his left hand fell to the ground.
"Who...my hand!" The old man didn't know why his hand fell off.
Hong Ying was still sitting in front of the mirror putting on makeup, as if she had never moved.
The record player snorted and said, "Bitch, you took one of his hands, which is also a contribution."
"Really?" Hong Ying put down her rouge and picked up her eyebrow pencil.
whoosh!
With another sound, the old man's legs broke at the knees.
The old man wanted to speak, and with one hand and two legs, and three contributions, he could ask for a reward.
It's a pity that he can't speak anymore.
Hong Ying drew a line on the old man's face with an eyebrow pencil, and a hole appeared on his throat.
Now Feng Qu Weng was speechless.
The record player said angrily, "Bitch, don't kill me, I haven't eaten yet!"
Hong Ying continued to draw eyebrows: "The soul belongs to you, and I will eat some of the flesh and blood."
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