madam is a squeamish

The wide and hastily trimmed field was surrounded by bandits, and there was an oil pan in the middle, which contained a pot of strong oil, and a few skilled bandits were pulling fried dough sticks into the pan.

Bei Minglang was dragged over in a dawdly manner, and took a look, "Hey, where did this come from? I ordered fried dough sticks early in the morning, and the boss has a good appetite!"

Sitting on a tiger-skin chair, the head moved his fingers, and his subordinates brought Bei Minglang over and kicked him on the ground.

"I have a good appetite, and I have a better appetite when I fry you into fried dough sticks!" The head of the family said viciously.

He opened his mouth and took a hard bite of the fritters, "Have you heard the story of Fengshenbang? King Zhou made Boyi Kao into dumplings for his father to eat. I think Bei Changsheng ate the fritters made by his own son. What a touching scene that would be." ?”

He beckoned and ordered to throw him into the oil pan.

"I don't care, Zhu Jian ran away, are you really here?" Bei Minglang struggled, a little panicked.

The big boss smiled, "Why, do you really think that I will serve you two bowls of soy milk and fried dough sticks? Wait for your father to prepare it for you personally!"

"Zhu Jian ran, you wait, my father must bombard the graves of your ancestors for eighteen generations, how dare you do this to me."

"Wait! Don't blow him up!" Little Yuzi ran out from nowhere, stretched out his hand to hold Bei Minglang's back, and tried his best to feed him.

"This is? Who released it for her?"

The big master saw the little pomelo coming out of nowhere, and paused, "You want to be fried too?"

Xiaoyuzi shook her head, and immediately let go of her hands cowardly.

"No, no, I just don't think there is any soy milk, so it's not suitable for eating fritters. Otherwise, go grind some soy milk!"

The head took another bite of the fritters, and the people next to him muttered a few words, "Boss, she should be the little girl the Yi family wants!"

"We in the backcountry are not fussy, but we don't have donkeys to grind soybean milk!"

Xiaoyouzi was eager immediately, "Then let him be a donkey to grind the soy milk for you, so that you can drink soy milk every day!"

The head frowned, "Drag this little girl down and lock her up! Throw this brat into the frying pan!"

Xiaoyouzi immediately grabbed Bei Minglang's clothes tightly, "No, no, don't blow him up. His father has a lot of money, and they give you a lot of money, so you can eat deep-fried dough sticks every day!"

Bei Minglang immediately said, "Yes, there is something my Bei family can't afford!"

"I want your father's life!" The head of the family said fiercely.

Bei Minglang paused, and then probed, "Why don't you let me go, and I'll go back and piss him off to death, so it's fair?"

"How dare you give me a slick tongue? Your father killed more than 30 of my brothers back then. If you can't catch him now, you can catch him as a sacrifice to the dead!"

Anger surged, "Throw me the frying pan!"

Bei Minglang desperately wanted to grab the ground, but Xiaoyouzi dragged him desperately, for fear that he would be dragged away.

However, the strength is too small to be effective at all.

In a panic, she suddenly took out a green object.

"You guys, you let him go, otherwise, or I'll cheat you to death!" Xiaoyouzi shouted holding a green grenade.

The bandits paused, Xiaoyouzi opened her teeth and pulled the ring of the grenade, straightened her waist, and looked dignified.

"This one can cheat your entire family to death!"

The bandits around were so frightened that they retreated in panic.

Bei Minglang got up from the ground and saw clearly what was in her hand.

"I'll go, when did you hang such a thing on your body!"

Who can imagine the scene of a three or four-year-old girl pulling a grenade with her mouth, she seems to be a little proficient.

Bei Minglang was a little skeptical about life, who taught her this.