Qi Tian Douluo of Douluo Dalu

Yu Songxuan did as he said, and he was only free at night, so he brought a big bag of food with him, mainly rice and more vegetarian dishes.

But he only delivered it once, and then he didn't come.

In Yu Songxuan's den, there was the rustling sound of eating, the den was very remote, so there was no one around, and the people inside didn't have to worry about scaring others.

There was a man lying on the ground of the nest, tall and tall, with a bulging abdomen, like a drowned corpse, but the head could not be seen further up, and the place where the head was originally was a urinal.

In a dark environment, with such a person lying on the ground, most people should be scared away, but there are still people eating.

The man was holding a large bowl, and the chopsticks picked up an object the size of a small intestine, and put it into his mouth to suck continuously, but he didn't finish eating after sucking for a long time. When he stopped eating, the bowl was already empty.

He calmly picked up another bowl, which was exactly the same as the one he ate just now. The reason why he was able to eat so calmly was because he was the one who caused the person next to him to fall to the ground.

"Alas alas"

Suddenly there was a moaning sound. The sound was not clear. It seemed that there were many sounds mixed together. I could barely hear a little bit, "My belly, my intestines, oh my"

The person eating the noodles was a little dissatisfied, he stepped on the belly of the person on the ground with his curled feet, and kept pushing, and then the person's limbs moved unconsciously.

Accompanied by a sound like vomiting, something flowed out from under the urinal, it was fine fragments, along with some scarlet liquid, it looked a little weird under the only light in the den.

Under the flickering light of the small lamp, isn't the mouth of the person sitting also the same color? The blood-red color of his open mouth made it look like he had a big mouth.

"Hey, it feels better if you spit it out."

"It's much better. I shouldn't have eaten so much and added hot sauce. My stomach hurts so much that my intestines are twitching."

Pushing away the urinal, Yu Songxuan's face was revealed. Although there was still some pain in his brows, he was much better after hearing what he said.

The person next to him wiped his mouth. It turned out to be Monkey King. He looked at Yu Songxuan and said, "Tch, I can't take it anymore. If I can't eat it, I insist on eating it. I'm asking for trouble."

While talking, he stopped his chopsticks, Yungong helped Yu Songxuan to digest, Yu Songxuan smiled wryly: "Hey, this is the noodles you made, I didn't expect it to be so delicious at first, your hot sauce It's too exaggerated."

"What do you mean, unparalleled genius?" Sun Wukong leaned back proudly.

Yu Songxuan shook his head speechlessly and said: "Ham, I don't know, how could you think of working in Lao Mo's noodle shop, and you just learned a craft, and the taste is a bit stronger, which is very good."

Sun Wukong put away the finished noodle bowl and said: "Well, I'm really bored, and aren't these little brats bullying the vendors? It's better for me to blend in and understand them better. I'm too lazy to deal with the customers outside. , then go into the kitchen and do some work. Tomorrow is the day when those people collect money."

"Well, don't be impulsive. It's not going to work unless you hit the ground. You must get evidence that can pull Gao Qiu down." Yu Songxuan warned with some worry.

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said: "Old Sun is not a fool. I know this nonsense. Is the address you gave me wrong? I went there and couldn't find anyone."

Yu Songjuan was startled, "Yes, I've found it before. Why can't you find it? Did you remember the house number wrong?"

"Impossible, Lao Sun Bowen's forced memory is just a fake photographic memory. Okay, please go back first. It's already dark. If you don't leave, you may fall into a trap."

Sun Wukong sent Yu Songren away as if chasing him away, and then went back to the small den, leaning on the broken boat to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the early morning dew condensed on Sun Wukong's bed. Sun Wukong had already woken up at this time, and the sky was not yet full, but Lao Mo's noodle shop had already started working.

When Sun Wukong came to the kitchen, a white-haired old man straddled a big stick, pressing the dough up and down. This is the owner of Lao Mo Noodle Shop, Lao Mo, Mo Mo.

This old man is already a few years old, but his waist is straight, as if he has been measured by a ruler. The stick he uses to make noodles is his Wuhun, eyebrow-level stick.

This martial soul didn't give him any soul power, just like Yu Songxuan who didn't have a martial soul. What else are you doing here?"

Sun Wukong changed into his work clothes and put on the clothes of a pastry boy. They were obviously ordinary clothes, but Sun Wukong looked energetic when he wore them. "What are you going to eat if you don't go to work?"

"Hmph, you spent a Gintama coin on noodles on your first day here, and you're still hungry if you don't go to work." Lao Mo put down his stick angrily, turned around and stared at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong shrugged and explained: "I told you, that's all my belongings. After that day, I will have no money. Oops, what happened to me in the last class? Is there any difference today?"

Lao Mo hesitated and said forcefully: "It's no different. If you don't have anything to eat, right? I'll make a dozen bowls for you right now. You don't have to come today. From now on, you'll have a rest every seven days. Do you understand?"

After talking, Lao Mo continued to make noodles, pressing the noodles up and down, and Monkey King smiled and leaned over to help.

The noodles are ready, about ten bowls, the average person can eat nine meals for three days, but based on Lao Mo's understanding of Monkey King, this amount is less than a day.

It’s just that the noodles are ready, Monkey King still didn’t leave, and helped Lao Mo to make the noodles. Lao Mo looked through the kitchen window, which is usually used to pass noodles, through which he could directly see the proprietress at the counter.

Lao Mo winked at the proprietress, and the proprietress also took out a money bag from the drawer knowingly, and the bulging bag looked like a lot of weight.

Monkey King and Lao Mo did not communicate with each other. Everyone was doing their own work. Lao Mo made noodles, and Monkey King added ingredients and soup. When Lao Mo was tired, he would go on top. The proprietress greeted the guests outside. There are not many guests these days But as long as they come, they become repeat customers.

At noon, the outside became empty, the proprietress and Lao Mo went out to collect the tables, and the remaining guests didn't seem surprised, but speeded up in order to leave early.

After a while, all the guests left, and the table and chairs outside were also taken to the back kitchen, and the outside was completely empty.

After doing this, Lao Mo said: "Boy, today is our couple's time together, so I kicked you out in the morning. Now you understand, those guests have all left. You kid, take those noodles home for me." Bar"

Lao Mo's clumsy performance can't be deceiving at all, even if Sun Wukong hadn't known that the gang of hooligans were coming today, he wouldn't have believed it, but he still took those faces and left.

Seeing Sun Wukong leave, Lao Mo and the proprietress were both relieved, "This kid is gone too, and the money is ready, we just wait for those people to come and pay the money before opening."

"That gang of people beat our child like that, and this little grandson also wants to help us. If he can just take out the Gintama coins, he will have no money. I guess he came to help because we two old men and ladies felt pity for us."

"This boy is indeed a good person and has a good talent. It would be great if that brat Yu Fei could give me such a grandson."

On the beam, Sun Wukong looked ugly. He was aggrieved but couldn't show it. What do you mean by wanting a grandson like Lao Sun? You are taking advantage of Lao Sun.

"Hey, congratulations on getting rich, business is booming," a voice that made people feel constipated came from the door.

The faces of Lao Mo and the two immediately sank, and a group of sleazy people walked in. The first person looked cheap, obviously the voice that could increase the sales of laxatives belonged to him.

After Sun Wukong observed for a while, he found that the only thing they had in common was that they both wore a ring.

"You two must be ready. Everyone knows how hard it is for us to maintain law and order. Others respect us and pay the money. You are the loser who doesn't understand good people."

Before he finished speaking, the proprietress threw the bag of money over with red eyes, "Take the money and leave, without you, the law and order in the city will be very good."

After all, the proprietress was old, and the bag of money was heavy, so she could only throw it three steps away, a few meters away from the group of people, but that person flashed over and took the bag of money with his face.

The landlady was a little strange, but Lao Mo's face became more and more ugly. As expected, the man exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh, it hurts me to death, this old woman hit someone to death."

The landlady looked at it and was very surprised. This person could still be like this.

The proprietress was about to step forward to argue, but Lao Mo stopped her, pulled her behind and said, "What do you want?"

He stopped screaming and said with a smile: "Hey, we didn't think about anything, but if we hurt someone, we should pay some medical expenses."

This person is really cheap, Sun Wukong made such an evaluation on the beam, this kind of action is generally called touching porcelain, Wang Yan told him, probably the operation is an old man falls on the ground, and then pulls the young man next to him to extort money, It's just that this person's behavior is even worse and even more shameless. Not only is he blackmailing the elderly as a young man, but he is even blatant and lawless.

Lao Mo was still very calm, "How much do you want?"

"Hehe, it's not much. Two bags of copper soul coins are enough." When he said these words, his face seemed to have some soul skills added to it, and he was still passive, and he didn't feel satisfied with his aura.

Sun Wukong couldn't stand it anymore. He was working as a helper these days, and he knew the income of the noodle shop. Not to mention two bags, even one bag was not enough. After all, part of the income was their son's medical expenses.

Sun Wukong recited the mantra silently, disappeared, put the face that Lao Mo gave him, and jumped off the beam, when he landed, there was a burst of noisy footsteps.

Sun Wukong looked up and was confused, "What the hell is this?"