Pass through passers-by, blast the protagonist and villain

A small red brick building at the east end of Sand Sculpture Village.

There is a sign in front of the door, which says 'Zhao Dapao Sand Sculpture Wholesale'.

Zhao Dapao is the village tyrant of Sand Sculpture Village.

As a spirit warrior, he has the strength to dominate a village and town, and the villagers are afraid of him, and privately gave him a well-known nickname 'Zhao Dapao who kills a thousand swords'.

Those rebellious children in the village like to hang out with Brother Pao.

I feel very dignified and dignified.

Zhao Dapao has many properties in the village.

Such as social assistance houses, sand sculpture factories, farmhouses, Tibetan mastiff farms, sand sculpture decoration wholesale stores, etc., have formed a large-scale industrial chain, and they are flourishing in the boundaries of ten miles and eight towns.

morning.

Zhao Dapao was playing mahjong in his sand sculpture wholesale shop, and his subordinates brought back a monk, saying that touching this monk would bring good luck.

With an attitude of giving it a try, Zhao Dapao touched the monk a few times, and then went on to play mahjong.

Not to mention, this bald donkey is really miraculous.

Since Zhao Dapao finished touching him, he stopped playing mahjong.

Brother Pao was so happy now that he regarded the monk as a guest of honor and refused to let him go, forcing him to stay and play games.

The monk persuaded him to be kind, you can make bracelets and walnuts, you can't make sand carvings, you can do anything, but if you make a monk, it's against the law of heaven!

Zhao Dapao finished playing mahjong.

The subordinates brought back a fat nun.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this nun is a man pretending to be a nun.

Coincidentally, the monk and the fake nun knew each other. The two came to pass on their beliefs, and there was a Taoist priest accompanying them.

Spreading faith is a good thing, and Zhao Dapao expressed his support.

But this fake nun bloodbathed the Tibetan mastiff farm, killed fifteen precious ghost king mastiffs, and lost millions. Zhao Dapao just said, lose money!

Mrs. Juejuezi is also very stubborn. If she asks for money, she will not give it if she wants it. If she has the ability, she will go to our boss to ward off evil spirits.

Tang Youliang and Yang Ying persuaded Zhao Dapao.

Advise him that it's best to make the big things go away, and don't provoke the evil spirit master.

With the evil spirit of the Taoist priest, if you offend him, you won't be able to get a dime in compensation. If you catch up with him in a bad mood, you are very likely to add some more losses.

Zhao Dapao didn't believe in this evil, so he sent someone to the street to find the priest who forced the shoes.

Soon, his subordinates came to inform him that he had been found.

As soon as the door of the wholesale store opened, the leader of the evil spirits came stepping on the tortoise.

This person has a childlike face, he rides the wind and rides a tortoise, he floats out of the dust, has an extraordinary bearing, and has a superior demeanor.

When Zhao Dapao saw him, he knew that in terms of momentum, he had already lost by three points.

on the way.

Under the horrified eyes of the little ruffians, Jiang Li's black hair gradually faded to silvery white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the little ruffians were so frightened that they dared not speak.

At this moment, in the small red brick building, Zhao Dapao was sitting at the head, Yang Ying and Tang Youliang were sitting on the side, and twenty or thirty younger brothers surrounded them.

The Taoist priest who warded off evil jumped off the back of the turtle, and announced his channel number: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Then, holding the Sanqing seal, he cupped his hands towards the people in the room: "There is a cloud hanging in the northwest sky, crows fall into the phoenix flock, the room is full of heroes, who is the king and who is the minister?"

Zhao Dapao took a look, alas, I encountered a stubble, and it really was on the right track.

"Good talk!"

Zhao Dapao clasped his fists in return, and said, "Brothers on the road, I, Zhao Dapao, don't care if you come to Sand Sculpture Village to pass on your beliefs, but your fat nun killed fifteen Tibetan mastiffs, 120 million, and you have to pay me. "

Jiang Li glanced at Tang Youliang.

This guy really looked like he had been picked up by a dog, his clothes were all messed up, Zhao Dapao didn't mention the Tibetan mastiff, Jiang Li thought he was ganged up by fifteen big men.

Jiang Li really wanted to remind Zhao Dapao that not long ago, there was a Jiba who wanted to fine him, not much, 4 yuan, and that Jiba would be dead right now.

You open your mouth and ask for 120 million. Are you sure you can have a good fortune after the funeral?

Well, Hades can't persuade ghosts who want to die, and Jiang Li doesn't bother to persuade them either.

He ignored Zhao Dapao's fault, but looked around at the furnishings in the house.

Jiang Li looked at it for a while and asked, "How much is your house worth?"

Zhao Dapao frowned, he talked about compensation with you, what house are you talking about, there must be something wrong.

Not only Zhao Dapao couldn't understand, but the room full of heroes was confused.

At this time, a younger brother said: "Our boss's villa facing the street has three floors and a basement. It is used for both commercial and residential purposes. The total construction area is 200 square meters. It is the king of buildings in our sand sculpture village. Ten thousand."

"Two million, almost."

Jiang Li scratched his chin, thought for a while, and said, "Forget it, almost, my celestial master urgently needs a church to receive believers. I think this house is good, so please pay me for it. The Tibetan mastiff bites people. I won't pursue it."

Zhao Dapao didn't react, but felt that the matter was a bit subtle, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Li looked at him, and said: "Tibetan mastiff bites, your Tibetan mastiff bit my teacher, look at it, it's all bad."

Jiang Li pulled Tang Youliang's tattered clothes.

"Oh my god, fifteen Tibetan mastiffs, I can't imagine how terrifying that scene is, just thinking about it is horrific."

Having said that, Jiang Li looked sad, and stroked the back of Tang Youliang's head with a confused face.

"Do you know what kind of psychological harm it would cause to a young mistress to be bitten by fifteen Tibetan mastiffs? Not to mention the physical damage, the menstrual irregularity is absolutely frightening, and I want you to pay 500 million yuan Is there a lot of mental and physical damages?"

"You touch your conscience and say, is there a lot?"

Facing the questioning of the evil priest.

All the heroes in the room were stunned.

What are you doing?

People ask you for compensation for killing a Tibetan mastiff.

What are you talking about for mental and physical damages? He is a man with irregular menstruation. His clothes are just a little bit torn and he has no injuries at all. He wants gross damages?

This guy is really evil, and he deserves to be called the leader of the evil way.

Zhao Dapao blushed angrily and shouted, "He! He killed fifteen of my Tibetan mastiffs! What do you say?"

Jiang Li said: "It deserves it. If you don't let the Tibetan mastiff bite him, why would he kill your Tibetan mastiff? This is called self-defense."

"It's self-defense, not masturbation." Tang Youliang corrected.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Dapao shattered the chair under him with one palm, and shouted angrily: "You are too deceitful. I think you don't know how to live or die. You dare to behave wildly in Lao Tzu's territory. Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Jiang Li poked his nostrils nonchalantly, and said casually, "Brother Pao, I think you're an idiot for being a village tyrant in this shitty place?"

"Can't you see, the three of us are all spirit warriors, you, a junior student of the ninth stage of the first bloodline, how can you have the courage to threaten us three snatchers at the second stage of the second bloodline?"

After hearing what he said, Zhao Dapao's face turned from red to white, and it was pale.

What Jiang Li said was correct, he was a nine-dan, a loser in the elementary school district, and failed to advance to the intermediate level after being repeated for three years. After being persuaded by the college, he returned to the village and became a village tyrant.

With his rank, he naturally couldn't see the depth of the two-vein spiritual warrior.

Furthermore, he was influenced by his habitual thinking, thinking that those who are liars and ordinary people who work for a living are all garbage spiritual warriors of the same line.

Unexpectedly, the three of them are intermediate students in the second pulse stage.

At this time, Zhao Dapao shouted in his heart: "Damn it, mid-level spiritual warrior, what's wrong with you, go to the village to spread the belief of chicken feathers?"

Look at the damage of the evil spirit priest.

Zhao Dapao's heart is like a mirror, if he dares to hesitate again, this "snatcher" can blackmail his pants.