Pass through passers-by, blast the protagonist and villain

Jiang Li's pupil of God is not a decoration.

After he entered the room, he immediately checked the opponent's combat effectiveness.

The room is full of heroes, only Zhao Dapao is a spirit warrior, and he is still a little trash.

This game was not up to standard, thanks to the fact that he called the sixth child out to support the scene, wasting his momentum.

Zhao Dapao, the village tyrant, is used to being arrogant in the village, often bullying outsiders, and has never kicked the iron board, so he doesn't know why the iron board is so hard.

If he doesn't mention 120 million compensation.

Jiang Li didn't even bother to be a snatcher and blackmailed him for a villa.

Jiang Li's style of doing things has always been to control violence with violence, and to control falsehood with falsehood. If you touch porcelain, I will pretend to be dead. Only when I can't beat him will I be moved with emotion and reason.

He considers himself a reasonable man.

Travel around the world with reason, go out without reason and be blackmailed.

Listen to his name, Jiang Li, to be reasonable.

The homonym of the name fully demonstrates the good wishes of his parents when they named him, wanting him to be a reasonable person, and he has never let his parents down, insisting on convincing people with reason for many years.

"It's reasonable, Brother Pao, Xiao Jiang, I only blackmailed you for 500 million for the sake of the housemates."

While speaking, Jiang Li walked up to Yang Ying, pinched his chin, and showed the abbot's golden teeth to everyone.

"Did you see, everyone, each of these big gold teeth is stolen."

"I'm missing a front tooth. Someone knocked it out a few days ago. We're negotiating about extorting a diamond."

Zhao Dapao and his younger brothers were dumbfounded and a little creepy.

Being able to say the word blackmail so frankly shows how strong it is. It is simply the king of the world of blackmail and the pinnacle of the world of blackmail.

Zhao Dapao, as the village tyrant of Sand Sculpture Village, is embarrassed to say the word blackmail when blackmailing people, and usually says "compensation", which is more euphemistic and subtle.

Compared with the evil spirit master, Brother Pao realized that his situation was small!

"Brother! Haha, it's really flooding the Dragon King Temple. The family doesn't know the family!" Zhao Dapao quickly adjusted his tactics and changed his strategy, trying to recover some losses.

"Brothers, we are all housemates, hurry up and take your seat!"

His attitude immediately switched to intimacy mode, with a warm and flattering face.

However, Jiang Li doesn't like this at all, please keep calm when blackmailing you.

"Brother Pao, don't be too busy, hurry up and pack up, this house is named Jiang."

Zhao Dapao almost burst into tears, thinking that my house is really blackmailed, is there still a king's law, is there still a law.

"Don't tell me brother, brother is wrong, can't you do it? Brother has no eyes and no eye and offended the three younger brothers. Brother will compensate you. Here is 10 yuan. Brothers take it to drink tea."

Jiang Li didn't take the money, and pushed it back.

"Wuliang Tianzun, we are monks, we pass on our beliefs for free, and we never collect cash from others. The benefactor should pack up the bedroll and move away, so as not to cause a bloody disaster!"

Zhao Dapao cried and begged: "Brother, don't do this. If you do this again, I will call the police."

"It's okay!"

Jiang Li said calmly, "Brother Pao has been a village tyrant in the village for many years, and he should have bullied many villagers. Those who were bullied probably have also reported to the police. Seeing that Brother Pao is still standing here and being blackmailed, it means that calling the police is not enough. If you can't solve the problems in the village, you can do whatever you want."

"Also, let me introduce you."

Jiang Li walked up to Jinyaying, and introduced, "I don't know Brother Pao, have you heard of the rumors about Xue Monk Wu Zhiying? That's right, it's him, Abbot Jinya, who kills people without blinking an eye, and fights in all directions at night with one move." The Tibetan knife style has shocked many people in the Jianghu."

"There are rumors that the blood monk has no wisdom, and is good at breaking into other people's homes in black lights, slaughtering the whole family, leaving no chickens or dogs, and not a blade of grass."

"Brother Pao, think about it. After calling the police, the Lingwu police came, and our brothers slipped our feet and drilled into the valley outside the village. Da Luo Jinxian would never be able to find it."

"As soon as the Lingwu police leave, the night will be dark and the wind will be high, and the blood monk will enter the village."

"Brother Pao, think about it, he is a monk without a temple, and you are a village tyrant with a family!"

Yang Ying licked her lips, staring at Jiang Li with a look of lovelessness.

"Junior Jiang, you have to be the one who ruined this part." Jin Yaying sighed in her heart.

At this moment, Zhao Dapao was about to split apart.

Can't beat it!

Can't be wrong!

Begging is useless!

It's useless to call the police!

What's more, he was intimidated.

Jiang Li saw that he was disheartened and despairing, and knew that it was still the last bit of fire.

"Hey~~ Brother Pao, I suddenly remembered that there is a Cannon hot pot restaurant near the market. Is it your property?"

Zhao Dapao was startled, and hurriedly said: "No, it's not my shop. The name is just a coincidence. I don't want the house. I will give it to the three of you. The grievances between us will be wiped out. From now on, we will be fellow villagers of the same village." , look down and see you, don't bully anyone, okay, goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Dapao ran out the door with a group of younger brothers.

He didn't have time to clean up the belongings in the house. If he continued to stay, other industries in the village would probably be lost.

This is called rather breaking one finger than hurting ten.

The right is to save money and avoid disaster.

"Hey! Brother Pao, wait a minute." Jiang Li stood at the door and called Zhao Dapao who was fleeing.

"The house is no longer registered. It's still in your name. I'll use it. It's a rent. When you don't use it, the house will be returned to you."

When Zhao Dapao heard it, he was inexplicably happy and excited...

"Brother, let me ask you a few words, what business do you plan to use this house for?"

Jiang Li laughed and said, "Do something illegal."

"Fuck!" Zhao Dapao couldn't hold back, and yelled directly. No wonder he didn't hold the household registration. The owner of the house is himself. He used it to do illegal things. If he committed a crime, he would have to blame him. This is compelling...

Zhao Dapao turned his head angrily and left.

Walking to the middle of the village, Brother Pao was so angry that he turned around and asked the younger brother behind him.

"Who brought the blood monk Wu Zhiying back?"

"Who brought the fake nun to the Tibetan mastiff farm?"

"And that evil Taoist priest, who found it?"

A few younger brothers walked out of the crowd with their heads down.

Zhao Dapao rushed forward, slapping, slapping each of them.

"Hit me, kill these idiots."

As soon as Zhao Dapao gave an order, the other younger brothers rushed forward, Hai Bian, the troublemakers.

"Ah! Forgive me, Brother Pao."

"Don't hit Brother Pao, we know we were wrong."

The screams of the little ruffians resounded through the village.

Zhao Dapao scolded: "Damn it, there is an old saying, it is better to bully a white-headed man than to provoke a nun. You are blind and provoke the three of them? Hit me, beat me to death!"

......

At the same time, Jiang Li was sitting in the small red brick building, calling Mapi Ah Si.

"Hey! Ah Si, I opened a branch church in Sand Sculpture Village. You arrange people and send a statue of God."

"Yes, it is a sand sculpture village that specializes in sand sculptures."

"What? You can't come here, why?"

"Hey...the signal is not good...you find a place with a good signal and call me back."

Just as Jiang Li put down the phone, a burly man walked into the door.

He got up and said, "I'm sorry for this customer, the shop no longer sells sand sculptures, and it's changed to a church."

"I don't buy anything."

The burly man took off his peaked cap and said, "I'll take you three to the west to meet your gods!"

Jiang Li shuddered, realizing that the visitor was not kind.

He still remained calm, and said with a smile: "Don't make trouble, their gods are in the western sky, and the poor gods are in the world!"