Chapter 848

Anyway, Li Dazhou said that the monk lost his temper.

But what Li Dazui said about a table and a Dogo was really too bad. It was just robbery.

"A fruit?"

"Li Dazui, if you sell one or two fruits for a bowl of noodles, we'll look at a table, but you'll take a fruit. Aren't you robbing openly?"

The friar yelled at Li in a defiant voice.

Li Dazi slapped the cigarette pole in his hand on the noodle stand and said, "I'll ask you, do you want to do this business? If you want to do it, bring the fruit. If you don't do it, you'll have to go as far as you can! "

Of course, this group of friars couldn't do such a great deal of entrapment, so they threw their eyes and cruel words to Li Dazi, and then they swore and withdrew.

When the gang completely disappeared in the crowd, Li Dazi said in a bad way: "dead girl, come out!"

As soon as his voice dropped, the little beggar hiding under Zhou Hao's desk came out with a drooping face, and then went to Li Dazhou to offer his hospitality.

As she skillfully helped Li Dazui's tobacco pole with broken tobacco, she said with a smile: "uncle, your business here is very prosperous today. You must have a lot of money!"

"By the way, I have nothing to do today. I'll help you clean up the table and wash the dishes for free."

After she said this, she turned her head and looked at Zhou Hao, who had eaten almost all the noodles. Then she made a gesture of raising her hand and snoring, which meant that Zhou Hao would finish eating quickly so that she could clean up.

When Zhou Haoli understood, he snored twice and finished the last bit of noodles in the bowl.

Seeing this, the little beggar's eyes twinkled at once. After adding tobacco to Li Dazui, he ran to Zhou Hao's table to clear up the dishes and chopsticks.

However, he was stopped by Li Dazui.

Li Dazi called the little beggar to his side, and then severely reprimanded him: "put out your hand."

The little beggar was so servile that he didn't dare to put out his hand. He looked at Zhou Hao pitifully.

Zhou Hao chose to ignore and continue to drink noodle soup.

Li Dazui may be a relative of the little beggar. This is someone else's family affair. He can't intervene.

"Hands, reach out!" Li's face also became fierce. The little beggar bowed his head and sobbed, as if to cry.

The little beggar put out his hand and trembled. Then he looked at Li Dazhou with a pair of big watery eyes.

Li Dazi pulled her hand out with one hand and said, "if you don't learn well at a young age, you have to learn to steal. I'll give you a lesson today and break your hand!"

With that, he waved the cigarette pole in his hand and hit the little beggar's small and weak hand.

PATA!

PATA!

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Li Dazui hated that iron was not made of steel. He didn't save his strength at all. He hit the little beggar's hands bleeding.

The little beggar sobbed and cried: "uncle, don't dare to play the flute. The flute knows it's wrong. Don't hit me."

"Don't you try to learn something bad after you admit your mistake every time you teach me how to correct it?"

Li Dazi waved the cigarette pole more forcefully: "today simply interrupt your hand, let you have no law to steal!"

After saying that, he really tried harder. The sound of the cigarette pole hitting the little beggar's palm even pierced Zhou Hao's heart, and the monks who passed by looked at him one after another.