Jia Huan looks like a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and is thin. Although he is twelve or thirteen years old, he looks like he is less than ten years old, and he looks like a little brat!

But this is such a young master Jia Huan who was screaming and going to Longen Temple to peek at the daughter of a wealthy family. Seeing his voluptuousness, unless Jia Lian immediately appeared, gave him a few tricks of heartache, and kicked him out, he could block his enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, Brother Jia Lian didn't know where to mess around at this moment, so naturally no one could stop Mr. Jia Huan's love for the beauty. I saw this little monkey pulling Jia Cong forward bravely in the crowd, cutting through the wind and waves, causing a wave of shouting and scolding that was higher than the waves.

Jia Huan, a slutty boy, naturally didn't care about the angry scolding of others, but Jiner knew that he would bow his head and rush to the point. Poor Jia Cong could only cover his face with one hand, and was forced to follow him down and wander around the crowd.

There are too many people!

People everywhere!

There are so many people!

Judging from this situation, I guess everyone in the capital ran to Longen Temple to join in the fun.

Jia Cong's headache was so loud that he was split by the shocking noise, his head was buzzing, and the boredom in his chest was higher and higher.

He now regrets it very much: he shouldn't have eaten so much meat at noon, and he shouldn't have followed Jia Huan to roam here! At this moment, his stomach was like a tumultuous wave, and waves were pouring into his throat.

Jia Cong's face was pale, his breath was weak, and his head was dizzy.

He didn't know that the original owner lived in his teens and ate some vegetables and brown rice every day. Adding a little tofu is considered the New Year. He ate a lot of meat so his poor stomach and intestines could not stand the wealth, and at this time he actually rebelled.

"Jia Huan, brother Jia Huan, wait, wait for me, I feel very upset. I am afraid I am really going to vomit. Can you find me a place without anyone?"

Jia Cong couldn't help begging, and his belly surging violently, his face turned whiter, and his head and sweat were covered in cold sweat.

Unfortunately, Jia Huan didn't hear what he was saying clearly; secondly, even if he heard clearly, where would he find him a place without anyone at this time? Seeing that the sky was full of people, there was really no free place!

However, Jia Cong had already endured it to the limit. After another fierce tumbling in his abdomen, he opened his mouth and squirted out "wow".

This time, he vomited extremely fiercely and imposingly, and was a model.

The unlucky one was the man in front of him. He was originally wearing a new dress and was full of joy, but suddenly, he felt that behind him was wet and had a pungent smell...

Turning his head...

This guy was immediately furious!

"Damn it, little bastard, are you looking for death? This is my most expensive and best robe. I rely on it to attract girls. I will beat you to death!"

The man who was so hot that he drank was tall and strong, as big as a cow, and his fist was as big as a casserole.

Jia Cong was skinny and had fiery limbs, and was lifted up by two fingers.

"The new clothes that cost labor and capital, five taels of silver, please bring them quickly, otherwise I will kill you with one punch!"

The strong, innocent man was furious and furious. He lifted Jia Cong with one hand and clenched his other hand into a fist. It was really as big as a casserole. He was about to hit him with one punch.

However, Jia Cong's stomach was still turbulent, and he was suddenly picked up and couldn't help but sip it again.

The strong man's chest is another pickled...

Good Warriors!

It's really unique, really ambitious, not bowing to power...

“Wow…a bite again…”

Countless people around him were exclaiming, everyone was afraid of being sprayed, and they retreated in an instant. The waves surging in the crowd, and a large open space was revealed in an instant. The center was filled with a thick man, holding a...a thin and illegitimate young master.

"What's wrong?"

"What are you squeezing?"

"Ah, are there any fights?"

“Is there any excitement to watch?”

People are born to join in the fun. At this moment, there are crowds of people and noisy scenes, and it is even more crowded when watching.

The force in front retreated, the force behind squeezed forward, the two surging forces collided together, shouting, complaining, cursing, cheering, cheering... The sound waves burst out instantly.

I'm afraid that all the Buddhas in Longen Temple can hear them.

Unfortunately, Jia Cong was too small to compare with the founding emperor, so the Buddha naturally could not show his true self to protect him.

In the world, in the hustle and bustle of the world, there seemed to be only a strong man, an extremely embarrassed and angry man, and a young master from the illegitimate family who was raised high like a little chicken.

The difference between the big and the small, the strong and the weak is too clear, and the more distinctive one is a fist the size of a casserole.

The fist hit like the wind, and it was about to hit the young master Jia Cong's face.

"Okay...Call it!"

Someone actually cheered.

More people closed their eyes unbearably. When the punch hit him, the young master, the size of a chicken, must have lost half his life, at least half his life!

"Management kills you!"

The strong man shouted loudly, shocking the earth and punched him out.

Despair, despair, or despair.

The desperate Jia Cong struggled weakly in the air for a few times. His eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't help but search for Jia Huan in the crowd.

Jia Huan was his only support and savior at this time.

In the hazy tears, his savior shrank into the crowd, his fingers were still in his mouth, his eyes were filled with horror, and he was fighting all over.

Jia Cong's savior was frightened, holding his arms, squatting on the ground, trembling.

"It's over..."

Jia Cong was wailing in his heart.

"Heroic...heroic..."

It is better to begging for others than asking for others. Jia Cong immediately pleaded for help.

Isn’t it just a piece of clothes, five taels of silver? He really can afford it. Not to mention one, even ten or twenty pieces. Jia Cong can afford it now, and he can’t lose his life for it.

"Heroic...I...I..."

Jia Cong was willing to compensate him ten thousand times, but he couldn't say anything. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was in a mess in his stomach, and another big mouthful...

"Wow……"

"oh……"

"ha……"

“Yo…”

The crowds of people were shocked, and everything was silent.

Jia Huan's eyes were the most complicated: apologize, unbearable, surprised, panic, regret, admiration, admiration...

Jia Cong, you are my boss!

Why are you still vomiting?!

The fist size of a casserole is in a mess.

The strong man's face was blue.

This is a pretty good person. He decided to be enemies with me in his previous life, and he was irreconcilable and never ended!

Beat you to death!

An old enemy!

The man rubbed his fist randomly and smashed his second punch hard!

"Don't hit...Don't hit...I'll just compensate you for your clothes..."

In the dead silence, a weak and trembling voice suddenly sounded, and the sound was a bit sharp and harsh. It sounded like the voice of a young man who had just been about to grow up, similar to the sound of a little rooster who had just learned to crow.

To Jia Cong, this sound is no different from the sound of Buddha's words.

Jia Huan, you are so proud, you are so good, you know how to save your life.

I, Jia Cong, treat you as a brother in this life.

In the rest of my life, we will be rich and prosperous together, fight Baoyu together, seize family property together, and find beautiful girls together...

Jia Cong burst into tears. However, his belly was still in a mess and he couldn't speak at all, for fear that one mouth would cause more trouble.

"Uncle, you... put him down...he...he...it's my brother...we will compensate you for your clothes... okay..."

Jia Huan stretched out his small hand and grabbed the big man's trouser legs and begged him hard. He was also frightened and cried while begging.

Jia Huan regretted it so much that his heart was so blue: He shouldn't have found this spoiler to play with. He finally got five taels of silver, but in this blink of an eye, his skills were gone.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... Jia Cong... I hate you!
Chapter completed!