Sure enough, a few minutes later, several angry shouts came from the door.
The spectators were pushed aside, and a small path was forced out of the way.
Only a few of us are still sitting here, motionless.
The spectator who was interrupted looked very dissatisfied. As soon as he opened his mouth to argue, the other party had already revealed half of the dagger.
Uncle Ya sat on the stage, still intoxicated.
These people looked at Uncle Ya, then walked around me, and said with a ferocious smile: "You hide it quite deeply!"
"You still have the heart to listen to books here, how generous you are!"
This man was as thin as a stick, with a watermelon hijab, and high cheekbones, especially those narrow rat eyes, which made people extremely uncomfortable.
I took a closer look and saw that this man looked somewhat similar to the second master.
At this time, he looked back at Uncle Ya, hesitated for a moment, and cupped his hands: "Uncle Ya."
However, Uncle Ya ignored him at all.
"Uncle Ya."
…
He kept shouting like this for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He slapped the case in front of Uncle Ya: "Are you pretending to be deaf with me?"
"Snapped!"
Uncle Ya picked up Xingwu and slammed it on the table.
This time, it hit the person's hand impartially.
Hearing the pitiful howl of a slaughtered pig, Uncle Ya slowly took Xingzuo away.
I took a closer look and saw that the wake tree split in the middle and split into two.
What a fierce kung fu!
"ah!"
Uncle Ya looked at the person opposite with surprise on his face: "It's the waiter!"
The man covered his hands, almost in pain.
"Chen Daya, *** did it on purpose!"
Uncle Ya stood up with a look of fear on his face: "Oh, you have wronged me."
"I'm old, blind and deaf. I wanted to throw Xingmu on the case, but I didn't expect it to fall on your hand."
"Oh, my heart hurts so much!" Uncle Ya said with self-blame on his face: "It was an accidental injury!"
I almost laughed out loud.
A palm shattered the awakening wood, could this be an accidental injury?
"Huh?" Uncle Ya paused and asked in confusion, "Why did your hand appear on my case?"
The waiter waved his hands and gritted his teeth and said, "Why is the person Chang Chunhui is looking for so hard here here?"
"Aren't you covering up?"
Uncle Ya quickly waved his hand: "Your ability to wrongly accuse people is much better than my father's!"
"I am a storyteller and he is a listener. I can't drive the guests away, right?"
Uncle Ya's face was full of humility, and he explained in a gentle voice: "Don't say it's him, even if a beast comes today, as long as he spends money, he will still listen!"
"Look, aren't you here too?"
Good guy, you don’t even use curse words when you curse!
The waiter's face turned red with anger and he snarled for a long time, speechless.
After a while, the waiter pointed his finger at me: "I must take this person away today!"
"Look what you said." Uncle Ya spread his hands and said, "I didn't stop you either!"
The waiter immediately grabbed my collar.
"Hey!"
My clothes were pulled into rags by him, but I didn't move at all.
The waiter pursed his lips and rolled up his arms and sleeves: "Boy! Do you want to lift your penis?"
"stand up!"
He pulled me hard and staggered.
You know, I have a pair of 120-pound iron shoes on my feet, and a whole magnet stool under my butt.
The suction force in the middle is not something that ordinary people can contend with!
"Hey!"
The waiter babbled at the people behind him, and five men walked up in unison.
"rise!"
When I looked back, the faces of these five grown men turned into purple eggplants, but we were still as steady as a mountain.
At this moment, I finally understood Uncle Ya’s intention.
Uncle Ya walked off the stage slowly, raising his hands high.
"Look, I didn't stop you! I'm here, whether you can take him away or not, it has nothing to do with me."
The waiter was breathing heavily, and his eyes were almost on fire.
The onlookers around did not leave. Seeing this, some people began to take the lead in making noises.
"Five gentlemen, we can't catch any of them."
"No, at first glance, it seems that weaning is too early and the body is weak!"
…
What started as heckles slowly turned into ridicule.
The waiter turned back and pulled out the knife, trying to use force to suppress the ridicule.
Uncle Ya walked away with a smile and stood in the middle of the onlookers.
"Creak."
Uncle Ya pinched Xiao Er's hand and pressed down hard with his thumb. A deep pit suddenly appeared in Xiao Er's palm.
"Second Young Master, you arrest people, I don't care."
Uncle Ya's hands were obviously strong again: "But if you scare all the judges, who will dare to look at me in the future? You will destroy my job!"
"At my age, do you want me to have enough food and clothing?"
