Super Red Packet

Chapter 12 Magical Skills Scared Big Brother
Brother Bancuntou folded his hands in front of his chest, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully at Meng Xiaoben and the three of them. His eyes like hawks swept over the faces of the three of them, making people shudder.

"Give me an explanation." The elder brother's voice was not high, but it contained an extremely terrifying sense of threat.

Meng Xiaoben looked up at Bancuntou, spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be innocent.

"It's him!" The thin man pointed at Zhan Pengju, "Look, the toothpick bucket is in his hand, it's the toothpick he threw."

Brother Bancuntou nodded, his eyes fell on Zhan Pengju, and he smiled inexplicably. Suddenly, he looked back at the pot of soup on the table and said softly: "It seems that someone has drunk this pot of soup."

As soon as the words fell, the thin man immediately understood what the elder brother meant, turned around hurriedly, stretched out the pot of soup from the adjacent table, and with a "dang" sound, he stood in front of Zhan Pengju, reached out to pick up the pepper bottle, and put it in his hands. Sprinkle a bottle of peppercorns all into the soup.

"Boy, drink it. Listen clearly, there is a drop of soup left, and I need your hand!" The thin man pointed at the soup basin and shouted to Zhan Peng.

The atmosphere became extremely tense.

In front of Jiang Qiongzi, of course Zhan Pengju had to save face, tilted his head, and pretended to be calm: "Do you know who I am? Don't regret if you offend me."

"Offended my elder brother, whoever you love! Drink!" The thin man grabbed Zhan Pengju, took out a dagger with his other hand, and pressed it on Zhan Pengju's wrist, "Do you want soup? Or do you want a hand?"

The dagger was sharp, pressed against the wrist, bloodshot slowly oozing from the edge.

Zhan Pengju was quite stiff just now, but when he saw blood, he immediately softened, beads of sweat slowly dripped from his cheeks, and he looked at the big basin with his eyes.

It looks like he's ready to drink soup.

However, this pot is too big, not to mention that one person can't finish it, even if you bring a pig, you may not be able to finish it.

"What are you going to do? Take the knife away," Jiang Qiongzi stood up abruptly, reaching out to grab the thin man's hand, "You dare to hurt him, I'll fight with your lives!"

Hey, this is not the hero saving the beauty, it's too bad, the beauty saving the hero.

Meng Xiaoben always wanted to have fun, but tried his best to hold back.

"Little girl, you have a personality!" The skinny man turned to Jiang Qiongzi's tall chest with a pair of treacherous eyes, and stopped motionless on the peak.

Jiang Qiongzi raised her hand and slapped the skinny man hard on the face: "I told you to watch! Have you ever seen your mother get stabbed?"

The thin man was hit hard, his teeth cracked, he covered his face and rubbed it, and in a blink of an eye, he was happy: "Big brother, little brother has an idea."

"Let the fart go."

The thin man pointed at Zhan Pengju: "Let this kid go, play with this bitch!"

Banbutou smiled slightly.

The thin man put the dagger on Zhan Pengju's neck: "Boy, get out of here obediently, your girlfriend will borrow my elder brother to play!"

When Zhan Peng heard it, he nodded hurriedly as if he had received an amnesty order.

The thin man let go and took the knife away from Zhan Pengju's neck.

Zhan Pengju stood up hastily, not daring to look directly at Jiang Qiongzi, but whispered, "Then, I'll take a step first."

Under Jiang Qiongzi's amazed eyes, Zhan Pengju hurriedly fled the restaurant and ran out the gate.

Meng Xiaoben really wanted to clap his hands and applaud: Hahahaha, Zhan Pengju, Zhan Pengju, in this world, you are still alive.However, in Jiang Qiongzi's heart, you are already dead!
Okay, you're dead, I'm here to take over!

Meng Xiaoben couldn't help but be overjoyed.Zhan Pengju's play is over, and now I, Meng Xiaoben, will perform.

Meng Xiaoben stood up slowly, and said to his eldest brother: "Let her go, everything will be covered by me!"

Bancuntou was amazed, with admiration in his eyes: Hey, this kid has a bit of backbone!

"Wrap it on you? How do you wrap it?" The elder brother looked Meng Xiaoben up and down, trying to find something amazing about him, but he couldn't see anything special about him.

"You want my classmate to drink this pot of soup, right? Then, I will drink it for my classmate!" Meng Xiaoben said very seriously.

"You, have you drunk?" The thin man didn't trust Meng Xiaoben, "Can you drink it?"

Meng Xiaoben stretched out his hand, and like an electric shock, he opened the thin man's hand from Jiang Qiongzi's arm. "Don't touch my classmate."

This time, it seemed to be an understatement, but the thin man was hit hard, hugged his arms, squatted on the ground and screamed.

The eldest brother tilted his head and looked at Meng Xiaoben again: This kid seems to have a bit of kung fu, just a little bit, and the skinny man can't stand it.

Meng Xiaoben looked directly at his eldest brother without flinching.

"You, can you really drink it?" The eldest brother pointed to the soup basin.

"Do not believe?"

"I am a person who doesn't like others to boast in front of me!"

Meng Xiaoben glanced at the soup bowl with a smile: "I don't like other people's distrustful eyes either."

"Really drink?" The eldest brother emphasized again.

"I solemnly promise: If I have a sip of soup left today, you will chop off my hand." Meng Xiaoben said, put his wrist flat on the table, and made a downward cutting movement.

The eldest brother frowned: "What did you say? Today? You mean to drink for a day? Don't play tricks with me. What I want is to drink it up in one go, not in a day."

Meng Xiaoben was amused: "Brother, this is not a place to play tricks, is it? I'm talking about drinking it all in one go."

"Okay, there is something! Drink it." The eldest brother nodded.

Meng Xiaoben reached out and moved the soup bowl in front of him, took a deep breath, and was about to drink, when he stopped suddenly, stretched out his finger, and tried it in the soup: "Brother, I have a request."

"Speak, speak quickly."

"The soup is a bit hot, can you drink it after blowing it cold?"

"Yes." The eldest brother folded his arms and nodded with a monkey-looking expression.

Meng Xiaoben changed his body to face the thin man, secretly lucky.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... ten seconds.

Meng Xiaoben pursed his lips, and the real energy in his chest was flying, and suddenly it spewed out from his mouth.

An invisible infuriating energy, accompanied by air currents, went straight to the soup bowl.

I saw a deep groove cut by the airflow on the surface of the soup, just like a battleship cut through the sea, forming a trough.The crests on both sides of this trough rise higher and higher, higher than the edge of the basin.

It was too late to say it, but it was fast at that time, I saw two crests suddenly rolled inward in the air, and the two peaks collided to form a new and higher crest.

Everyone couldn't help but let out a "shh".

The zhenqi in Meng Xiaoben's mouth suddenly strengthened, and the crest was driven by the aura, suddenly turned into a water column, and went forward like an arrow.

The thin man was staring blankly with his eyes wide open, how could he be prepared!

The water jet squeaked, like a water snake, it hit the skinny man's face, and dispersed, forming a spray.

The thin man was hit by the water jet, fell backwards on his back, and fell heavily on his ass!His face was covered with soup, his neck and chest were all dripping, and he suddenly became a drowned chicken.

Meng Xiaoben held back his breath, and slowly swallowed back to his dantian.He stretched out his hand to pick up the soup pot, brought it in front of the eldest brother, and said with a little regret: "Brother, I'm sorry, I blew too hard, and the soup flew away. Or, let the kitchen bring another pot?"

Everyone gathered around and looked down: the soup basin was clean, not even a drop of water!

No one spoke, and the six people stared at the soup pot, like chickens seeing a snake, and their feet couldn't help but back, back, and back...

I really did not expect that there is such a magical skill in the world!

With this effort, not to mention the six of us, sixty of us, I am afraid that we are no match for this kid.

Seeing that they were taken aback, Meng Xiaoben breathed a sigh of relief: The next play is easy to perform.

Meng Xiaoben was not a rascal, he was reasonable.Today's incident, logically speaking, is really not to blame Bancuntou and the others, after all, it was Zhan Pengju who threw the toothpick into the soup.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoben smiled, and cupped his hands at his eldest brother, "Brother, I'm sorry, it was my classmate who threw toothpicks around and disturbed your interest."

The group of people were all immersed in panic, they didn't react at all, they were all dumbfounded, their eyes were focused on the soup basin.

(End of this chapter)