I, the King is a killer

Chef Niu rushed over and took a few bites.

The eyes lit up at once.

Yeah!

Why is it so delicious?

Is this really a self-made dish?

Is it really like what they said that they are enlightened?

But if so, what are you still doing here? Which restaurant can't go by itself?!

That night, everyone was very happy.

The cook made a good meal, his future was bright, and others were happy to eat.

Even sleeping is sweet.

The next day, they were on duty normally.

After going to the street, the soldiers divided into several routes to take over the brothers on duty the previous night and began a day's "wandering" life.

Walk through the city in a neat and uniform pace. Anyone who sees them will smile politely.

They enjoy this life.

Even once Jianghu figures like Wei sanpao also like it. When walking on the road, they always hold their heads high, as if they are kind to everything and despise everything.

At noon, the second round of patrol begins. After this trip, I can hand over it first and have a meal.

But right now.

The strong man suddenly covered his stomach.

The expression was full of doubts.

He rubbed it and felt his stomach growling.

When his colleagues saw him so concerned, they asked, "what's the matter with you?"

The people behind the team also came forward one after another, with a look of concern.

The strong man frowned, then stretched out, smiled and said, "Oh, nothing. Just now he had a sudden stomachache. He must have caught a cold last night. It doesn't matter..."

When it comes to this word.

Poof!

A loud fart, and lengthy.

Straight out.

The air wave lifted his skirt and continued to rush back.

The following people who came up because of concern, several drooping hair on their forehead were blown up directly!

They were stunned first.

Then cover your eyes for the first time.

"Oh! My eyes! "

After shouting, I realized that covering my eyes didn't seem to be the most urgent thing now.

They hurried back, covered their mouths and noses, and looked at the strong man in horror.

The strong man's face turned red.

He opened his mouth wide and hesitated for a long time.

But I felt a hot breath surging in my lower abdomen and hurried to hold it as much as I could.

"I'm really sorry, everyone. I really caught a cold in my stomach last night and didn't pay attention just now. Listen to me!"

He walked on.

And they went back.

Explain?

What can explain this?

Keep your distance.

Please don't go this way!

The strong man walked a few steps and couldn't walk any more.

Because he found that the enemy had reached the "top of the city", he was afraid that if he took another step forward, it would be difficult to resist.

But this time he learned to be smart.

There is no sound in such a thing as fart.

Ring, it's the meat clamped. It's like a handful of air wrapped in your hands. When you squeeze hard, it will make a similar sound.

So as long as enough space is left and the flow rate of gas is controlled, the sound can be avoided!

As long as there is no sound, in broad daylight, everywhere is transparent, and there is an empty place for pedestrians... As long as you don't admit it, even if others smell the smell, you can't fart, can you?

There is no proof of death.

This is the truth.

Therefore, his feet are divided equally, slightly shoulder width, and the inner eight are separated under his feet, creating an unobstructed channel to the greatest extent.

Then... Slowly control the speed of the gas.

As long as you grasp it well, things will become perfect.

However

He's still wrong.

He mistakenly felt that he had just farted, so the next thing must be a fart!

It's not.

The impact of gas and liquid on our senses is not much different.

It is precisely because of the deliberate attempt to control the flow rate that the gate is very narrow.

At this moment

Zizi sound.

Strange.

Then a heat flow filled the whole back, followed by the thigh roots, full of pieces. The warm feeling was like returning to the womb overnight and being gently wrapped by amniotic fluid.

Especially with the feeling of incomparably happy release, people can't stop.

But even trying to stop it is a little difficult.

The river bank breaks and the flood discharge is in full swing. Can it be blocked if you want to block it?

So the strong man was set on the spot like a petrifaction.

His eyes widened.

Open your mouth wide.

The heart is extremely chagrined and describes it as tragic.

More importantly, he was a healthy man. Looking at the frightened faces of his companions, he had the idea of suicide.

He can't do it now. He's so confused that he wants to stand like this all the time.

I can't.

This is the street!

People come and go.

There's no chance for him to stand until it's dry, isn't it?

People passing by frown first, then look around, then cover their nose and pass quickly.

The capital is much cleaner than before.

This is not the south city.

It's just the street floor. Every shop drips water three times and sweeps it three times every morning. It's not spotless. Anyway, it's not full of garbage.

There is something special about where he is standing now.

Because there are more and more caravans and carriages in the Cangjin Pavilion, the old roads in the capital are not very solid. Some are rolled out of deep ditches, and some are whole depressions, so Xiao Yun directly ordered the Cangjin pavilion to build roads nearby.

But where it is crushed, fill it with flat bluestone.

This one is bluestone.

Nearby shops especially like this newly paved road. Sprinkle clean water and sweep it with a dense broom. It's spotless. Even if you fall on it, you won't get dirty.

That is the ground, so that the strong man doesn't want to move at all.

Because he was worried that a move... Would flow out.

As long as it flows out, falls on the ground and becomes a piece, what does it look like?

A man who had a life friendship with a strong man rushed over immediately, bared his teeth and shouted, "Why are you still standing here? Hurry! "

The strong man whispered his worries.

The man was stunned on the spot.

He looked down at the ground and the strong man.

Then the corners of your eyes twitch.

"Are you stupid?! Now we have to think about the ground? Now your whole clothes are wet behind you! It's all seeping out! Are you still worried about the ground?! Are you worried about something superfluous? "

The strong man turned his head and looked

Isn't that it?!

He had a white eye and almost fainted.

I have no idea.

Or brothers, too interesting.

He pulled out his armor and covered him like a cloak, which skillfully blocked the situation behind him.

"Go!"

The strong man was filled with gratitude, excitement and even tears.

Then go forward immediately. As long as you come to a corner of an alley, a place where there is no one, you will be victorious.

But the moment he took a step

Poof!

The cloak fretted behind him.

White cloth yellow soup, that's called a conspicuous!

Before, clothes and trousers, there was a possibility of one in ten thousand, using "getting wet by water" to sophistry.

Now it is impossible.

The friend stared at the strong man.

Two people face each other with four eyes.

The friend stepped back three steps directly in the strong man's desperate eyes.

More sighed: "this friend can't have..."

But just as he finished sighing, his expression suddenly twitched and ferocious.

The body can't help twisting.

Abdominal pain!

An enemy broke through the door!

Is it a fart?

no way!

He can't promise!

A bet?

no way!

The friend looked up at the strong man.

Can you bet?

Example is around!

Suddenly there was another convulsion.

His eyes widened in an instant.

The heart knows it can't resist.

With a horizontal heart, he took out a hidden rib knife from his arms, took the scabbard back, and threw it directly behind him

Poof!

It's blocked!

Then he dashed to the side of the road.

He remembered there was a toilet around the corner!