The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 Everyone in the camp left a janitor and went back to each house.

　　Unfortunately, they still underestimated the resilience of this group of old rich men. They were nimble, and they really came up with all kinds of inexhaustible ideas to achieve their goal of revenge by themselves.

　　 No, I have arrived at the destination. Gu Zheng and his party who stood outside the landlord circle saw this situation.

　　 A crowd of old wealth sitting on the floor, with a rattan basket, filled with all kinds of homemade weapons.

　　 Of course, they are all small objects that can pass through the fence of the cell and can be effectively thrown.

　　 Since Weilangshan is not their respective backyard room, naturally there will be no doglegs to prepare for them. This group of landlords and wealthy people with extremely strong hands-and-brain abilities have given full play to their style of drawing materials on the spot.

"Ugh!"

　　 Of course, it was Gu Zheng who made the sound first, and he got a little anxious after he took a closer look.

Hey! You have even searched for it at Hou Shan!

　　 In the basket on the leftmost side of the circle of people, it is the horse dung often picked up by Gu Zheng in the circle.

This kind of dung, which is not as easy to control as sheep dung eggs, is being taken out of the basket by the fat old squire, holding a shovel made of thin wood chips, and scraping it flat on the edges, and then the posture is adept. With a move to a high place, with a clever effort on the wrist, with a shake, and a twitch, the horse dung on the upper side was thrown forward.

　　 This set of movement with clouds and flowing water, with inexplicable rhythm and beauty, its hit rate is so high that it makes people sigh.

　　 Those horse dung can always pass through the gap between the vertical bars of the cell perfectly, and after that, they swish away in the direction of Tu Fei with a sense of large-scale splashing.

　　‘Wow, puff. ’

　　 A perfect hit.

　　 Tu Fei, trapped on the wooden pillar, can no longer see any colors other than brown and black.

　　 Ma Fengyun's free time complimented: "Hey! Uncle Sun, you haven't lost the craftsmanship of your early masons!"

　　 "That's natural, but I started with this craft, and I won't forget it if I forget anything!" The Sun Xiangshen heard someone compliment him, and he had spare time to turn his head and respond.

　　 As for the old Zhao Laocai who squatted in the middle of the crowd and tried to fiddle with Tu Fei, he was so busy that he didn't even raise his head.

　　 You ask, since the distance is so far, even Mao can't even touch it, how can Zhao Laocai start to fiddle with Tu Fei?

　　 Here, we are about to applaud for Zhao Laocai's eagerness.

　　 He always felt that long-distance throwing was not as effective as direct contact with opponents in terms of the harm it caused or the degree of relief.

　　 Isn't it just a long distance, they can't get in again?

　　 is easy to handle, you can use foreign objects!

　　 Zhao Laocai strolled around and arrived at the construction site where the new dormitory was being rebuilt on the Willow Mountain. He found a bamboo pole when he looked around and touched the right.

　　While passing by the back kitchen of the mighty wolf mountain, he also passed an iron hook that stabbed the fire from the side of the large meat-cooking stove outside.

　　 Take a hemp rope that can be seen everywhere, tie the two ends, and shake it gently in his hand, ‘om...’ This is done with a simple long hook gun, which is still a barb.

　　 Wow, yeah.. When I come forward, kill him completely!

　　 rushed into the dungeon and flew away, and even pushed hard under the opponent's crotch.

　　 Waves of screams higher than waves, one after another.

　　 The reason why Tu Fei was silent while waiting for Gu Zheng to come over was because he was hanging there and fainted.

　　 Because just now, Zhao Laocai's messy iron hook was only 0.01 millimeters away from his big weapon. After passing by, it was perfectly pierced on his inner thigh.

　　‘Wow! ! Uh! '……I faint.

Seeing this situation, even Gu Zheng was a little unbearable. He persuaded Zhao Laocai with the most pitiful expression: "Okay, let's be merciful. Otherwise, how can the prisoner have the energy to see us? What is the punishment for the traitors born in Gansu Province?"

　　 "Kill the chicken and the monkey, at least you have to let that monkey not die!"

　　 "Yes! It's such a rationale, and the days are still long, I will have the opportunity to visit him in the mighty wolf mountain in the future."

　　 What a grudge old man this is, I like it.

Hearing this, Gu Zheng nodded at Zhao Laocai's very cooperative answer to show his praise, and then turned his gaze to Tu Fei deep in the cell: "Okay, don't pretend to be dizzy, your eyeballs are on your eyelids. The spinning underneath is slippery than the top. Now you can't die, wait for our master's orders!"

　　 was reminded by Gu Zheng, and Ma Fengyun, who had been watching the excitement with his back on his back, reacted. He still has to implement the plan he and Gu Zheng discussed at the dinner table. It is important to do business.

Ever since, Ma Fengyun coughed lightly and cleared his throat: "Let the brothers give him a simple clean up, take him to the front hall Yanwu Hall, and let him, an inexperienced person, take a look. He will know how kind Zhao Laocai is to him~www.wuxiaspot.com~Good!"

　　 The surrounding brothers roared with great momentum, but Tu Fei who was tied to the shelf shivered involuntarily.

　　 Execution scene? Family law enforcement?

　　 will not be what he imagined, right? Three knives and six holes, rolling steel?

　　 Who will help me! Thousands of degrees, just about a thousand degrees.

　　 As Tu Fei was sent out of the dungeon by two people like anti-pigs, taking advantage of the random scrubbing in the backyard for a few times, he felt a thousand degrees for the house rules he was about to face.

　　 When the few search information and old photos were slowly brushed out by the thousand degrees engine, Tu Fei's whole person was not good.

　　 Peel the skin cramps and light up the sky lanterns!

　　 My mother, Ma Fengyun in the wild history is a master who makes children startle adults with weak legs.

　　 According to records, the horse bandits are barbaric and uncivilized and their methods are extremely cruel. One of their favorite tortures is to make straw-filled human skin lanterns.

　　 If it weren't for a few indistinct and indistinct old photos, Tu Fei would have thought he was reading a fairy tale.

　　 Wait, this group of people asked him to observe the punishment, but it is said that they are still killing chickens and monkeys.

　　If you were the monkey, who was the chicken that was killed?

not……

　　 Thinking of this, Tu Fei shuddered directly.

　　, holding a big brush with fading pig's hair on the side, was applying his bald skin to the gang. Seeing his performance, he quickly reminded him in disgust.

　　 "Hey! Didn't I say that your kid is peeing? You hold it back for me! Disgusting, not disgusting!"

　　 This brother, I was covered with horse dung. I was cleaned by a horse brush in this half-person high wooden barrel.