Let Go Of That Primordial Man

The commotion occurred among the crowd miles away.

Because of the overlapping figures there, Niu Xu couldn't see clearly for a while what was going on.

What he can determine now is that there seems to be some trouble there, and it is a big trouble that Bilian, a young widow, cannot solve.

After a blink of an eye, the riot showed signs of continuing to expand.

In response to this, Niu Xu could no longer sit down. He motioned to the Eight Great Vajras who had also stopped their diagnosis and treatment subconsciously not to be affected, and continued their diagnosis and treatment.

Niu Xu stood up and walked towards the crowd forming a circle in the distance.

Seeing his arrival, the crowd dispersed into a path, allowing Niu Xuneng to walk all the way in and see clearly what was going on inside.

I saw that everyone in the crowd surrounding them had such strong expressions of anger and humiliation on their faces.

Instead, under the escort of several young men who looked like thugs holding sticks, there was a short and fat man wearing a silk robe.

Under so many angry eyes, there was no trace of panic at all.

In fact, the pair of small eyes on his face were staring at the little widow Bilian who was two heads taller than him and beautifully dressed.

A teasing laugh came from his mouth: Girl! Do you want to date?

wrong! It must have been a joke: This girl, I'm so polite. I wonder how old she is and whether she has ever been married or not?

From Niu Xu's observation, the pudgy guy in front of him was simply a waste with no foundation in cultivation.

Even if there are a few thugs with sticks and a somewhat majestic posture, they can be considered strong when they hold up the sky, but they have not practiced at all.

So, looking at this at this moment is like trying to die.

He actually dared to tease Bilian, the little widow of a real-life powerful person; therefore, the only thought in Niu Xu's mind was: Isn't this guy a dung beetle crawling into a manure pit, looking for death...

Luo Ren felt that he was in love, but still hopelessly in love.

When he was thirteen years old, he was forcibly separated from his identity as a young boy by a woman who was twice as big as him.

He is now nearly forty years old, and he has experienced more women than he can count.

But until I saw in front of me, this little woman with a curved front and back, and skin so tender that it could squeeze water.

This feeling that made his heart beat violently and even make it difficult to breathe; the feeling of falling so desperately in love with a woman was something he had never had before.

Almost at the first sight of this little woman, he made a decision in his heart:

No matter what, he would take this woman back and lock her up, and then he would bang her every day.

It was just like what the legend said: sex in the woodshed, sex in the kitchen, sex in the living room; in short, he, Luo Ren, wanted to have sex with this little woman all day long.

Her belly was enlarged, leaving a bunch of little ones.

This is the so-called love! Luo Ren sighed in his heart.

And all of this stems from an idea he made a temporary decision this morning...

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At that time, he was hugging Xina's ninth concubine and sleeping soundly on the large bed; but he never thought that Mu Tuzi, the housekeeper at home, suddenly called out from outside the door:

Young master, something bad has happened. Those mud-legged people are planning to rebel.

After hearing this voice, Luo Ren woke up in a flash; even the concubine in the ninth room, who had always doted on his family, got hung up on him in a daze.

He pushed it away without hesitation.

As a qualified village chief, Luo Ren naturally knows how everything he currently owns came from.

Didn't he always use rare force to squeeze the oil and water from the bones of those muddy legs to make Master Luo Renluo and his family live so comfortably?

Therefore, he hurriedly opened the door and asked his loyal butler:

What's going on? You're in a panic. As long as I, Luo Ren, are here, these poor devils can't even think about changing the world.

After hearing this, the housekeeper Mu Tuzi quickly conveyed the news to his master:

Starting yesterday morning, a group of strange guys came from nowhere; they were actually in Shangyuan Village, practicing medicine and delivering medicine to the poor people for free.

More importantly, because of their miraculous medical skills, the magic medicine they deliver is even more effective.

As a result, among the more than 20 fishing villages under Luo Ren, no fishing boats were willing to go fishing.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the whole family went out to look for these guys to see if they were sick. Even if they were not sick, they still hoped that the ones who were exempt from the disease would get good food and watch the spectacular show that was said to be extremely exciting.

The problem is that as a result, no one will go fishing today.

Master Luo Ren's men couldn't collect any tax; even if they harvested fish every day, they weren't worth much.

However, this is also a loss, isn’t it!

In addition, these poor people do not work hard while they can still move, and imitate the men in the city to go to the doctor for medical treatment; in Luo Ren's view, this is a sign of rebellion.

So, after taking Mu Tuzi and a few thugs with him, Luo Ren set off towards Shangyuan Village...

Of course, Luo Ren, who was born as a gangster, was able to get to this point and accumulate a family fortune that was considered extremely wealthy in the hearts of many fishermen. He was not stupid at all.

He decided to go to Shangyuan Village and find out more about it.

Those guys who only provide medicine to these poor people when they have a cramp in their heads will find out where they came from before they can make their next plan.

If he, Luo Ren, was a big shot that he couldn't afford to offend, then that would be fine.

If these guys are just fat sheep with no strength at all, then Mr. Luo Renluo will let them know who has the final say in this land.

If you don't take off some skin, you can't even think about it now.

For this reason, he deliberately rejected Mu Baldzi's suggestion to let the thugs wear swords; on the three-thirds of an acre of Feiyu Island, it was enough to bring a few sticks.

It's a pity that no matter how well Mr. Luo Renluo had planned before setting off.

When he saw the little widow Bilian wearing a floral dress, black stockings and high heels, and exquisite makeup on her face, everything was thrown away.

As a country bumpkin, he had never seen a woman of this level before.

In order to get this little woman, he was willing to do whatever it took, and there was no one else in his eyes except this touching little woman.

Including the anger in the crowd that was far stronger than usual at this time, he was not aware of it at all...