Master, are you satisfied with my program?
It turns out that Yan Ruyu, Gao Gang, and the others had all fallen for the old weasel's illusion.
Ye Feng also had a headache dealing with this old clown; he couldn't hit him, nor could he scold him.
Fortunately, the old weasel impersonating him wasn't doing anything bad; instead, it punished Gao Gang and his gang of bullies.
After thinking for a moment, he chuckled jokingly.
"How about this, you perform a talent for the public, and if I'm happy, I'll let you off this time."
"no problem."
"I've been holding back for a long time, just waiting for the sect leader's word."
The old weasel, as if injected with chicken blood, excitedly leaped up from the ground, its white beard swaying wildly in mid-air. It stuck out its big buttocks at Gao Gang and the others and let out a howl.
“You bastards, your end is nigh…”
Gao Gang and the others were puzzled and looked at each other in bewilderment.
What's this old weasel doing, pretending to pick up soap in public? Does it have that kind of fetish too?
Thinking of the terrifying aspects, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively took several steps back.
But the movement was still a beat too slow.
With a loud bang, a stream of dark green gas shot out from behind the old weasel, just like a rocket's thruster.
The noise was louder than a cannon shot; the coffee shop windows were shattered and the roof was blown off.
Stone fragments shot out, and dust filled the air.
Gao Gang, who was closest to the victim, along with several of his men, was instantly turned into a bloody mist by a fart.
Several of his men were also knocked away, flying out of the window like kites with broken strings, lying on the ground covered in blood, their fate unknown.
Fortunately, Ye Feng reacted quickly enough, pulling Yan Ruyu out of the coffee shop.
They kept their distance from that incredibly foul-smelling gas.
Even so, a gust of wind still made me feel quite choked by the fumes.
Yan Ruyu covered her cherry-like mouth with her hand, her eyebrows furrowed, and she almost vomited up her dinner from the night before.
"It's disgusting, it smells awful."
"This old weasel looks like a wise and sage on the surface, but I never expected him to be so lewd."
Ye Feng waved his hand to disperse the stench in the air, then glared at the old weasel with murderous eyes and slapped it away.
The old weasel let out a miserable howl and ran away as fast as it could, its voice carrying far back.
"Master, are you satisfied with my program...?"
Ye Feng, "..."
Moo—
Suddenly, a large black bull was seen galloping wildly toward the old weasel from afar.
The old weasel chuckled wickedly, leaped onto the big black ox, and vanished in an instant.
His white beard fluttered in the wind, making him look quite dashing.
Ye Feng recognized the big black bull.
It was the same beast that the old weasel had tried to capture and keep as a pet during the War of Spring and Autumn Period, within the Beast Taming Sect.
It now appears that it has achieved its goal.
Imagine an old weasel riding a big black bull through a bustling city – what a bizarre sight that would be!
Not long after the old weasel left, another figure rushed over in a flurry of activity. He was disheveled, had a long knife slung over his shoulder, and a scar on his face that looked like a centipede, giving him a somewhat ferocious appearance. It was none other than Xiahou Ba, the "pig butcher."
For some reason, he had a big bump on his head, his face was bruised and swollen, and his mouth was split open, bleeding continuously. He asked in a fit of rage.
"Sect Master, did that bastard Old Weasel come by just now?"
Ye Feng was taken aback and pointed to the end of the street.
"They just went that way."
"Damn it, I'm going to kill it today, hehehehe..."
Xiahou Ba was engulfed in jet-black flames and went berserk, chasing after him with murderous intent.
Shortly after, Fatty Situ arrived, panting heavily, his fat jiggling all over. A conspicuous cow hoof print was visible on his white t-shirt, and he was also bruised and swollen, in no better condition than Xiahou Ba.
The guy's front zipper was still habitually open, revealing his pink underwear.
The style seemed to be a plus-size women's size, with a little bit of lace trim showing.
"Sect Master, Sect Master... Help me..."
Fatty Situ let out a wail, spread his arms, and pounced on Ye Feng like a large, fat pig.
Ye Feng felt a chill and pulled Yan Ruyu to the side.
This guy is really disgusting.
Even more despicable than an old weasel.
The fat guy fell flat on his face, got up, and tried to come closer.
"Stop! What happened?"
Fatty Situ recounted the whole story with a mournful face.
It turned out that just now, Xiahou Ba was meditating cross-legged under a large tree in front of the manor.
Meanwhile, he was scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) under the shade of a tree, probably watching live streams of beautiful women.
Suddenly, a roar of a bull rang out, and the old weasel appeared riding a big black bull, galloping towards the two of them as if it had gone mad.
Xiahou Ba was in a meditative state and couldn't dodge in time, so the big black bull trampled him several times.
The fat guy wasn't much better off; his brand-new phone was crushed.
It's estimated that it contains a lot of Japanese action movies.
The two were tragically trampled by a mad bull, suffering an undeserved disaster.
The old weasel knew it had caused trouble, so it rode away quickly on the big black ox.
Before leaving, they stole all the pills from the two of them.
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