Before Hua Jiunan could say anything, Chen Daji walked over in a few steps.
"Baye, let me squirt on you and try."
"I'm telling you, I've stayed away from spitting since I was a kid."
"One time, several meters away, my dad spit on his forehead. If you don't believe me, ask him!"
After finishing speaking, Chen Daji didn’t mind burying Tai:
He grabbed a handful of soiled pine needles, put them in his mouth and chewed them.
Make your cheeks round.
While chewing, he hesitated and complained:
"Damn, this thing is so damn painful."
"And a little stuffy!"
Seeing this, Mr. Chang Ba stepped back repeatedly:
"Did you brush your teeth, little brat?"
"Don't come over here. If you dare to sneer at me, Master Ba, I'll beat you up!"
When had Chen Daji ever been afraid of threats?
Especially the threat from Mr. Chang Ba, he took it all as fart!
Besides, what’s new about getting beaten?
It's the same as saying that Chen Daji was beaten!
Because his mouth was too full, Chen Daji spoke a little muffled.
"Hey, Chang Ba, where are you running away? Look at my spittle!"
After he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of broken pine needles with a pop.
While everyone was stunned, a miracle happened!
But this miracle is simply a disaster for poor Mr. Chang Ba:
Under the dim moonlight, the broken pine needles sprayed out by Chen Daji actually turned into mini arrows that were glowing with fire.
With a swish, it stabbed towards Master Chang Ba's big head.
Fortunately, Chang Baye responded quickly and acted flexibly:
After saying "fuck", he threw the black pot on his head to block the attack.
He turned into a strong wind and flew straight to the roof, shouting curses at Chen Daji.
"You are a wicked, smoking, farting, crooked little brat!"
"Master Ba, didn't I just eat a few more boxes of instant noodles? Why are you so cruel?!"
Along with Mr. Chang Ba's scolding, there was also the sound of "ding-ding-ding", which was as constant as rain hitting plantains.
By the time the blame fell on the ground, it was already riddled with holes!
This scene made everyone's eyes widen in surprise.
The instigator, Chen Daji, was so frightened that he quickly covered his big mouth and did not even dare to speak back to Master Chang Ba.
For fear of spewing out some other destructive weapons.
As the saying goes: No one knows his son better than his father.
But Chen Daji's amazing performance was obviously completely beyond Chen Fu's cognition.
After a long time, the local richest man scratched his head and muttered:
"You're good, little kid. Not only did he learn the Seven Injury Fist, but he also seems to have learned the Toad Kung Fu..."
Zhao Fei and Fatty Zhao, who were in grief, couldn't help being curious and asked.
"Uncle Chen, how do you know that Daji just used the Toad Kung Fu?"
Chen Fu did not hesitate and answered naturally:
"My nephew, haven't you heard that sentence?"
"The toad sneezes, and his breath is not small!"
Fatty Zhao was confused for a moment:
Is that so?
It seems that after rescuing Fengmei, I will also learn kung fu from Hua Lao.
Otherwise, even the paper man can beat me up!
Hua Jiunan bent down to pick up the tattered iron pot and asked his deaf mother-in-law curiously.
"Grandma, what's going on?"
The deaf mother-in-law looked at the iron pot and looked up and down at Chen Daji.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can't understand, I can't see through!"
"It seems that my second grandson is not a simple person!"
Facing everyone's gaze, Chen Daji was not surprised at all. Instead, he covered his mouth and almost cried.
"Grandma, am I really the reincarnation of a toad spirit?!!"
The deaf mother-in-law reached out and touched Chen Daji's head to express comfort.
He glared at Chen Fu again.
"My dear grandson, don't listen to your father's nonsense!"
"His big belly and big mouth make him look like the reincarnation of a toad spirit!
"You're not, don't worry!"
After hearing what his deaf mother-in-law said, Chen Daji was stunned at first, and then became even more frustrated.
"Grandma, if my dad is a toad spirit, then wouldn't I be a little toad!?!"
Fortunately, Chang Baye, who jumped off the roof, dispelled Chen Daji's worries with one sentence.
"What a big plan, you kid, stop thinking so wildly!"
"What kind of reincarnation are you, Master Ba, I don't know."
"But I know you must not be a toad?"
Chen Daji was overjoyed when he heard this: "Why?"
Chang Baye chuckled:
"No one here is an outsider, so let's tell the truth."
"Baye, I have been weak since I was a child: in addition to toads, I can't even defeat mice."
"So before turning on your spiritual wisdom, you just caught a toad and ate it!"
"I don't think your body smells like a toad..."
Chen Daji didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this, but he finally felt relieved.
"Master Ba, thank you!"
