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Chapter 122 Bullying
Kong Fangyuan cut a piece of roast lamb, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

It's really fragrant!
If his taste buds were alone, then she must be dancing in the rhythm of chewing at this moment, enjoying this happy and wonderful moment.

Kong Fangyuan wondered if his taste buds could bear the mediocrity when the music came to an end and the bustle ended.

The answer is definitely not.

Just like Madame Mathilde in Maupassant's novel necklace in her previous life, she spent a difficult life relying on memories.

Can Kong Fangyuan endure such days?

The answer is definitely not.

So he had to get the breed of Bazhen sheep and the recipe for barbecue, no matter what the cost.

Of course, right now is not the time to think about this, the most important thing now is to enjoy the deliciousness in front of you.

At this time, from the corner of his eyes, Kong Fangyuan caught a glimpse of the burly shopkeeper, standing aside blankly, staring at the tabletop left by the fat man and the wolf creatures, and muttering repeatedly: "Why are there left? Why are there left? My craftsmanship has regressed? My craftsmanship has regressed..."

The corner of Kong Fangyuan's mouth twitched, and it was his fault when he said it.

He hurriedly greeted the owner to order.

"Shopkeeper, one more end, no, two ends... Forget it, let's have five more."

The strong shopkeeper grinned and went to pick the sheep.

Since three years ago, the business in his store has become more and more deserted, and it has been a long time since he met such a big customer.

From this point of view, his craftsmanship has not regressed. Could it be that there is something wrong with the sheep at the two tables?

This time, he will choose the best sheep and grill them meticulously, so there must be no problems.

Today, for the first time since he inherited the grill, a customer left leftovers.

Usually, when many customers leave, they even take their bones home to make soup.

Kong Fangyuan and Qi Changsheng ate very slowly. It's not that they didn't want to eat faster, but every time the roast mutton was chewed, it seemed to have an extra flavor.

"Uncle, buy some bars. Bazhen mutton is delicious with the fruit wine made by my mother." A little girl with croissant braids came to Kong Fangyuan's side at some point.

The little girl is from the human race, about seven or eight years old, with a round, red face, like a big red apple, very cute.

She was carrying a large basket, which contained more than ten jugs of wine, divided into three colors, which were brewed from three special fruits of the ghost star.

Since the Snow Valley opened and the wine was snapped up, many warriors began to think about wine making.

The benefits cannot be monopolized by the group of Suiye Village.

After a few years of hard work, especially after the ghost dust storm disappeared, all kinds of fine wines sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The little girl's fruit wine is 30 Guifanjing per pot. In comparison, it is [-] yuan per bottle of wine on earth, and the price is not high.

Kong Fangyuan took a pot and took a sip. It was orange-flavored fruit wine. It tasted very good, many times better than the wine he bred.

And this little girl is a rare human race, so she should take care of her business.

There are 18 jugs of wine in her basket, each of which costs 30 Guifanjing, totaling 540 Guifanjing.

Kong Fangyuan didn't have Fanjing in his hands, only Tianjing.He took out 1 Guitianjing, that is, 1 Guifanjing, and when he was about to pay the bill, the door of the roast sheep shop was kicked open with a bang.

Kong Fangyuan looked around, and it was a young man who walked into the barbecue shop.

The young man was about twenty years old, fair-skinned, imposing, well-dressed, with a pair of gloves on his hands.

It's just that there is a small curved horn growing between his eyebrows, which is still green and looks quite weird.

The young man was leading a lion, and behind him were ten subordinates, all of whom were sturdy and wicked.

He had just kicked a door of the barbecue shop to the ground, and at this moment he came over and smashed the door completely.

He walked up to the little girl, raised his hand, and took out a jug of wine from the basket. He vomited as soon as he drank it, and said, "Why is it fruit wine again, and it's still rotten and sour!"

The wine jug in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Kong Fangyuan frowned, this guy also drank orange-flavored wine.The wine tasted mellow, with a faint orange fragrance, how could it be sour?

This is clearly to find fault.

Sure enough, I only heard the young man say: "You caused me to vomit, and I have to compensate a Guitianjing as a loss, otherwise, your mother with a broken leg, hehe..."

He doesn't lack that Gui Tianjing, he just wants to have fun.

The little girl cried out anxiously: "Master Si Lan, don't look for my mother, don't take my mother... I have no money, all I have is this wine, I'll give you all my wine."

Na Si Lan said disgustedly: "Take your broken wine and stay away from me. If you don't have money, you can grab it, you can steal it, or you can..."

This guy's voice was like scraping a concrete wall with an iron tool. It was very, very ear-piercing. What's more, his words were so disgusting that Kong Fangyuan couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but interrupted: "Little girl, your wine I bought all of Guitianjing."

As Xuan Jing put a piece of wine on the table, she picked up the jug of wine she had tasted, took a sip, and praised: "Good wine!"

The little girl picked up the Gui Tianjing and handed it to Si Lan.

But Na Si Lang raised his hand and knocked Tian Jing to the ground, and ordered one of his subordinates: "Throw her out for me, Master Ben."

That subordinate moved a little slower, probably because he disdained to bully the weak.

Si Lang yelled angrily: "Hurry up! Otherwise, Ben Shao will go back and beat your son to death!"

That subordinate had to take orders.

Si Lang walked up to Kong Fangyuan's table in a loud manner, picked up a knife and cut off a piece of mutton to eat, chewed it twice, then frowned and said: "Fruit smell, why is it still fruity, it's too unpalatable, Pooh."

Kong Fangyuan saw that this guy actually spit out the mutton in his mouth along with his saliva on the remaining half of the roast sheep. How could the two of them eat it? !

boom!
Qi Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore, she punched Si Lang in the face, sending him flying into the wall beside him.

"How dare you?!"

Si Lang lost a tooth, and his voice leaked out, making his voice even worse.

"My father is the head of Sifang Village."

Since his father became the head of Sifang Village three years ago, he can do whatever he wants in the village, and no one has ever dared to say a harsh word.

Today I actually met a wild man and dared to beat him.

Qi Changsheng snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "So what? The village head is just an official with a big booger, and he really considers himself a character."

With the support of his subordinates, Si Lang stood up and said, "I want to tell my father to make you my slave."

The doubts in Kong Fangyuan's heart suddenly became clear.

That's it!

In Sifang Village, if there is any disobedience, the village chief will turn them into slaves.

So "slave" and "village head" became taboo.

Before, Si Lang threatened the little girl who sells alcohol, and most likely will turn the little girl's disabled mother into a slave.

The little girl was so terrified that she burst into tears.

"Okay! Tell him to hurry up and die!" Qi Changsheng smiled sweetly, raised his finger and tapped it in the air, and the invisible spiritual ripples rippled.

Si Lang and his subordinates shook, led the big lion, turned around, left the mutton shop and walked towards the entrance of the village.

Qi Changsheng was a little dissatisfied that this Si Lang was polluting the air while alive, so he should be burnt to a handful of ashes with wine and let him return to nature.

But Kong Fangyuan didn't allow it, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Kong Fangyuan noticed that the lion's expression was a little blank from the moment he entered the door.

It is obvious that he is a creature of all races controlled by Nu Yin.

Among the tens of thousands of races in the practice world, nearly half of the races, like the Luyou tribe, have a habit of keeping slaves.

What they like best is to kill their enemies and turn their wives and children into their slaves.

Every race, and even every small tribe, like the Luyou tribe, has its own clan and slave seal.

Kong Fangyuan tried it himself, and the method of dispelling the imperial slave seal is extremely unreliable, with only a [-]% success rate.

Then there is only the second method left - to resolve it with the efforts of Xiayin people.

But according to Kong Fangyuan's knowledge, a one-star warrior can only control at most one one-star slave, and nothing more.

Judging from Si Lang's tone, the village head of Sifang Village seems to be able to control multiple slaves at will.

How did he do that?
In addition to this, Kong Fangyuan had to find out if there were slaves from the earth race in Sifang Village, and if so, how many.

It's not a good time to be extravagant.

Therefore, he asked Qi Changsheng to erase the memories of Si Lang and his party.

However, Qi Changsheng's strength can only be restored to the level of a five-star martial artist, and only part of the memory can be erased, and the memory will reappear after three or four days.

Just as Si Lang and others walked towards the entrance of the village under Qi Changsheng's illusion, Huang Daxiong, who was guarding the gate, and several warriors suddenly had brilliant fireworks blooming.

As the faint sandalwood scent spread, Huang Daxiong softened from the waist down, as soft as noodles, fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Tens of seconds later, before the warriors around him had time to investigate, Huang Daxiong slowly opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and looked around blankly.

"Who am I? Where am I?"

Huang Daxiong asked a martial artist beside him and shouted.

Without waiting for the warrior to answer, he punched the opponent's head and killed the warrior.

If you don't tell me, I'll kill you.

Afterwards, Huang Daxiong grabbed another martial artist and asked the same question loudly. This time the opponent was on guard, and Huang Daxiong fought with him.

Huang Daxiong's style of play is very crazy, looking desperate.

As the saying goes, those who are hard are afraid of being horizontal, and those who are horizontal are afraid of death.

Not long after, that martial artist was beaten to death by Huang Daxiong.

Huang Daxiong dropped the corpse, turned around and rushed towards the village, bumping into Si Lang and the others head-on.

Si Lang was also at a loss at this time, he felt as if he had forgotten something, and was standing on the street beating his head thinking about it, when he saw the crazy Huang Daxiong coming.

There are six more behind Huang Daxiong, exactly the same as him.

What's wrong with them?
Creatures in and out of the village are thinking about this question, what are fireworks?
How can it be so terrifying!
"Who? Who dares? Stand up for me if you have the guts!" After a cow clan creature guarding the gate activated the village guard magnetic array, it began to loudly threaten the creatures camped at the entrance of the village.

There are great conflicts between the creatures outside the village and the gatekeepers.

(End of this chapter)