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Chapter 291 Yang Dazhi is a Smelly King 5
Feng Yin looked at other places with a strange expression, as if he had nothing to do with me.

Yun Shu held the dagger and shook it at Yang Dazhi: "It's just right for you to faint, so I won't have to work hard to give you another kick if you don't move around. Humph, don't you want to sell Huier? I'll let you Go out without a face!"

With a wicked smile, Yun Shu began to create on Yang Dazhi's head.

Feng Yin glanced at it curiously, and suddenly felt that the back of his neck was chilly, why would he rather offend a gentleman than a villain, not at all!It should be better to offend the villain than to offend the woman!

"Uh, uh!"

Yang Dazhi finally came to his senses. He raised his eyelids tiredly, feeling pain everywhere in his body.

pain?
Yang Dazhi opened his eyes suddenly, and first touched his neck.

No blood!

He touched his whole body again, it was great, his arms and legs were all there, and there was no scar on his body at all.

"I'm alive! I'm alive! Thank God, thank God!"

Yang Dazhi kowtowed his head three times, suddenly remembered something, got up with difficulty, and ran home staggeringly.

After finally saving his life, he will never come to the city again, and never meet that old Yun Shu again, it's really scary!
However, when he was walking on the street, he always felt that everyone was staring at him. Could there be something wrong with him?
"Haha, bastard, bastard!"

Several children followed Yang Dazhi, pointing at him and laughing.

Yang Dazhi managed to escape from Yun Shu's hands with great difficulty. He was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. Now that he was scolded by some bastards, he was of course angry.

"Who are you calling a bastard? You are a bastard! You bastard, I tore your mouth!" Yang Dazhi grabbed a child who was running slowly and pinched his face, cursing: "You bastard! , bastard! Even you bully me! I'm not a bastard, I'm not a coward! I'm not afraid of anyone, not afraid of anyone!"

What he was holding was a little boy who was only three or four years old, and he was running and playing behind his brothers. He didn't know what a bastard or a tortoise, but because he was running too slowly, he fell into his hands.

"My son! My son!" A woman ran over when she heard the sound, rushed up to snatch her child, but was kicked aside by Yang Dazhi.

The woman's cry and the boy's frightened and shrill cries immediately drew away the people on the side of the road.

The men either raised sticks or greeted him with bare hands, and the women, not to be outdone, rushed forward and grabbed his clothes and pinched his neck, arms, and thighs.

Soon, Yang Dazhi was severely beaten to the ground by the crowd, holding his head like a stinky mouse that everyone shouted to beat.

After an unknown period of time, the anger of the people finally subsided, and they still spit and abused him before leaving.

The woman hugged her terrified child, and gave him a symbolic smack with the little hand holding the child, and coaxed the child to "don't be afraid, don't be afraid" and left.

But the adults left, but the children did not.

"He doesn't dare to scare us anymore, let's beat him!"

A boy yelled, and several children rushed over immediately, some were holding stones, some were holding a handful of dirt, and some were picking up stinky dog ​​feces by the side of the road, and all threw them at Yang Dazhi.

At the end, several children took off their pants and urinated on him, laughing and shouting: "Smelly bastard, stinky bastard, you are a stinky bastard!"

The children laughed and ran away. The adults looked at him like a dead dog. No one paid any attention to him, and no one came to see if he was dead.It wasn't until it was dark and there was no more noise around him that Yang Dazhi finally opened his swollen eyes with difficulty, and walked home with his tired and injured body.

He was filthy all over, and there was a pool of dog shit hanging from his shoulder.However, his head is very conspicuous, a four-legged turtle quietly lying on his shiny head, as if declaring that he is the master of this body.

(End of this chapter)