Jin Liangyu

"Why do the people at the table next to them feel so out of place? They don't seem to be good people."

"The host's sixth sense is very keen."

"Don't praise me, I'll be shy." Jin Liangyu looked around from the perspective of Zhou Erlang, and then she noticed that her grandfather, who was sitting opposite Er Lang, was giving them a few subtle winks.

Jin Liangyu felt relieved instantly. Her grandfather was a veteran of the world. How could those clowns escape from his dazzling eyes?

"Eat quickly. Let's go and have a rest after eating. We're really tired after running all day." This was my grandfather's voice.

"Ah."

"Uh-huh."

Liang Tong and Zhou Yilang were fine. They might have seen this kind of thing too often, and their expressions were as usual.

Liang Chuan was still holding it and couldn't see anything for a moment.

It's different here with Xiaolei. He's still young and his excitement is clearly visible on his face.

He had just heard the hint from me to them, and they were going to fight soon.

Hehe, it was the first time he had encountered him in a real fight with a real knife. His little heart almost jumped out.

He quietly touched the dagger hidden in his waist. Ye Xin gave it to him and asked him to put it away for self-defense.

But at this moment, he was impatient. He thought to himself: Why don't you reach out? He can't wait any longer.

Because I was so looking forward to one thing, I forgot to put the pie into my mouth halfway through the meal.

A foodie who suddenly shows disrespect for food will soon be noticed by his companions.

Zhou Erlang's arm gently touched Xiao Lei, and Xiao Lei restrained his exposed emotions and started eating.

He glanced at me secretly. If he knew what he was thinking just now, he didn't know if he would beat him.

As a bystander, Jin Liangyu was more anxious than the person involved. She didn't want any of them to get hurt.

"Xiaojiu, there are more people at the table next to us than us, and they are all adults. They are all big and round."

"It's okay host, at worst the host will teleport over."

"What can I do if I teleport there? Be a cheerleader and cheer people up?" Jin Liangyu doesn't blindly think that because of her halo as a heroine, she can be invincible.

"The host can be defeated in one step."

"Rat poison? I'm not stupid. Who would be stupid enough to wait for me to feed them rat poison?"

"This is not rat poison."

"what is that?"

"It's a new type of drug that can confuse enemies but not companions."

"Does this drug addict still have thoughts?"

"That's right. It was developed by researchers using the magnetic field of mutual dependence and mutual benefit between companions."

"Then if there are traitors or undercover agents among them, will they also be knocked down?"

"There seems to be such an example."

"This is good. I will bring some to Zhou Lang when I get the chance."

"Host, can Xiaojiu ask you a very personal question? If host feels inconvenient, you don't have to answer."

"go ahead."

"Why does the host call your husband-in-law by his first and last name?"

"To declare sovereignty and let everyone know that he is mine."

Tongzi was embarrassed.

"what happened?"

"Host, Xiaojiu is short-sighted and thinks you don't like your husband."

"Hey. I don't know what others think, but I know what I think. I love what I love before marriage, and I love what I choose after marriage."

"But..." "Yes. Our starting point was very painful. He is not what I love, and he is not what I chose. But at least he is a good person, loves his wife, loves his children, and loves his family. This is enough. Say no. If I'm confident, if I hadn't traveled through time, I might not have been able to find such a good man even if I was wearing a lantern."

At this point, Jin Liangyu clicked his lips and then continued: "One more thing is that Mr. Zhou is not bad in appearance."

The last sentence made Tongzi happy. "Host, Xiaojiu understands, you are just looking for sex."

"Did I?"

"Host, you will know when you look in the mirror."

"...You just say it is." Jin Liangyu did not deny it. She bought two bottles of One Step Pour in the mall for later use. She stopped talking and carefully followed the movements of Zhou Erlang.

"It's been so long and I haven't finished eating yet."

Jin Liangyu felt that their meal was extremely long, until she saw the soup bowl in her grandfather's hand smashed out.

Then a scream was heard, and Zhou Erlang and his eldest cousin had already brandished their knives.

Jin Liangyu couldn't see any rules or tricks, but she could tell that Zhou Erlang's swing of the sword meant just one word: fast.

Wherever the blade passed, red blood sprayed down, frightening many people and hiding away.

The scene became even more chaotic, and occasionally one could see the light in the eyes of those watching the excitement.

Jin Liangyu was worried about Zhou Lang when he heard someone shouting in non-standard Daqi dialect: "The wind is tight, pull it."

"It's not that easy to run away. Xiaotong, stop them, they are not from Daqi."

The onlookers who had just stayed away from the incident took action one after another when they heard the old hero say: They are not from Daqi.

Each one of them didn't care whether they knew kung fu or not. They didn't need to learn the technique of throwing bowls and plates. Whatever they reached out to grab, they just threw it at those few people.

A big man who was hit on the forehead by a bowl started to curse when he opened his mouth. "*#&*"

Jin Liangyu didn't understand, but someone did and shouted loudly: "They are really Tatars, beat them to death."

Once they heard that they were Tatars, more people reached out to join the fighting group.

After the plates and bowls were thrown away, there were people working on the benches, taking off shoes, and removing table legs.

The shopkeeper ran to the kitchen, and when he came out again he had a boning knife in his hand. "You bastards, I'm going to kill you beasts."

"Kill them, beat them to death."

"Captain Zheng is here."

"Quickly, give him a few more blows before Capt. Zheng and the others come in. When they come in, we won't have a chance to strike."

"Why?" Someone asked if they didn't understand.

"Zheng Captou and the Tatars have a sworn hatred. When he saw these Tatars, he just said one word: kill."

"Who among us has no hatred against the Tatars?"

"No."

"Then why bother? Just hit hard."

"Ah, why are you still biting?"

One of the brothers couldn't find anyone who could take advantage of him, so he held down one of the Tatars, opened his mouth and bit the man's back.

Tongzi was happy and asked the host in a low voice: "Is this how you humans get hemorrhoids?"

Jin Liangyu: "Your question is too profound. I don't have enough knowledge to answer you."

"Okay, I'll check again."

In the end, Grandpa and Zhou Erlang were squeezed out of the crowd. By the time Zheng Captou took the lead and ran over, the Tatars had already released more air than inhaled.

"Bring these Tartars to the north city wall and sacrifice their blood to those wronged souls."

"Yes."

From Zhou Erlang's perspective, Jin Liangyu didn't see the speaker, only saw a figure leaving in black soap clothes.