v2 Chapter 850： Big mouth noodle stall

Give it back?

what's the situation?

Zhou Hao was stunned, not understanding what Li Dazui said.

He thought that the other party wanted the little beggar to return what he had stolen in some fighting arena, but as a result—

I saw the little beggar shaking his elbow, and then stretched out a bronze bell mercilessly and handed it to his hand.

"My bell!"

Zhou Hao's heart tightened instantly, and he checked it with the bell, but fortunately there was nothing.

It's not that he looks cautious, but that the bell belongs to Yang Ge, not his, that's why he is so nervous.

Put the bell away, he stared at the little beggar, thinking that Lao Tzu stepped on a horse to help you block the gun, and also wanted to help you out of the siege. In the end, you fell well and stabbed Lao Tzu in the back!

Li Dazui is right, you really are a jerk!

The little beggar didn't feel guilty at all. He even opened his big eyes to meet Zhou Hao's stare, and then said stubbornly and unconvincingly: "You just looked at my chest. I took your bell and evened it!"

Zhou Hao snorted, and stood aside, no longer helping her to block Li Dazui, and said to Li Dazu: "You should teach her a lesson!"

When he said that, he turned and left the noodle stall, still a little bit angry on his face.

Li Dazui looked at Zhou Hao's back, and said, "Little brother, your things are precious, so be careful!"

After Zhou Hao heard it, he looked for a rope and tied the bronze bell around his neck.

In this way, it will never be stolen by others, right?

After this incident, he was deeply impressed by the little beggar.

After Zhou Hao left, Li glared at the little beggar named Xiaodi, and said, "You are the least sensible. Go and clean the table!"

Xiaodi was not convinced, and said sternly: "Uncle Big Mouth, how precious is that kid's bell just now, why do you want me to return it!"

Li Dazui frowned, and said, "You also know that it is precious, do you know that the bell is not something ordinary people can have, if you provoke a powerful person, your big mouth can't keep you!"

"Humph!"

Xiaodi still pouted unconvincedly, and said, "Just that kid is poor, how could he be a big man!"

Boom!

Li Dazui knocked her head with a cigarette stick, and said, "You are good enough, do things quickly, you said you will help me collect the table and wash dishes at the noodle stall today!"

Xiaodi clutched his head, glared at Li Da's mouth full of anger, and said, "I've said that I'll be stupid if I hit the head! Don't hit me on the head again!"

Li opened his mouth and he immediately raised his cigarette to make a gesture.

The little flute was so frightened that she quickly slid away, and honestly cleaned the table, but when she was clearing a table near the back of the noodle stall, she slipped away from behind the noodle stall.

Before leaving, I yelled to Li Dazui: "Uncle Dazui, the table is finished, and the bowls will be washed next time!"

As she spoke, her voice faded away.

Li Dazui smoked a cigarette, and didn't mean to catch up. He just listened to Xiaodi's words, and the corner of his mouth showed a trace of helplessness and connivance like an old father.

He spit out a long puff of smoke, staring at the ground intently, and muttered to himself: "Little flute, little flute, I don’t know how much time my old body can protect you, but as long as your big mouth is there. One day, I will not allow you to be bullied by anyone!"

After speaking, his eyes became sharp, as sharp as there were countless small, deadly knives in his eyes.