I’m picking up treasure chests in the zombie world

Chapter Eighty-Eight

Shimoku Shi was soft

“Master, Qingqing, let me master go!” Forced by Master’s coercion, Jia Le had to go and ask the two for mercy.

Who knows, Qingqing’s brows furrowed deeper, and he refused: “No, who called him so bad?” I’m going to shoot him into the sky!” ”

After that, Qingqing took out a monkey made of thin bamboo poles from the cross-body cloth bag, fixed it on the chair, and directly put the rag doll on it, letting it hold the monkey tightly.

Senior Uncle Shimoku also made the same action, looking at the fire fold lit in Qingqing’s hand, he was sweating profusely but still holding on and not admitting defeat.

Jiale was about to be mad by this old urchin, persuading this side is not, persuading that side is not listening, he had to look at Zhang Ye for help, who knows, Zhang Ye spread his hands, saying that he couldn’t help.

It’s not that Zhang Ye wants to see his uncle being rectified with his own eyes, but in terms of his current identity, it is better to watch from the sidelines, after all, the uncle did not open his mouth to let himself help, this behavior shows that he does not want to admit defeat to the master, and wants to continue fighting.

Since Senior Uncle Shimoku wants to play, what kind of hand does that Zhang Ye still intervene, maybe he will really go over to help, and he will be criticized by Uncle Shimoku afterwards for being amorous.

Zhang Ye glanced at the four-eyed senior uncle who was rolling on the ground at the moment, and couldn’t help but think that if the ninth uncle was here, he would definitely scold the four-eyed senior uncle for splitting his head and covering his face, they are all elderly people, and they still like to mess around so much, and they bring their apprentices with them, it’s not like words!

“Are you kidding my master?” Qingqing took a red cannon and came to the front of Shimu Junior Uncle and shook it.

“So what?” Uncle Shimoku’s face was red here, swollen there, but it was still a dead duck with a hard mouth, and he just didn’t admit defeat.

Nonsense, this is about the face of his four goals, if he admits defeat now, how can he raise his head in front of this smelly monk in the future?

“Good!” Qingqing saw that this long man bullied people and looked righteous, and immediately anger rose from his heart, broke open the mouth of Senior Uncle Shimoku, and stuffed the cannon into it, “I’ll let you pull out my master’s teeth!” ”

“Eh, Master, Qingqing!”

Jiale is anxious, this is a cannon fight, if it is lit, let alone the master’s teeth, even the mouth must bloom!

The master pulled Jiale, who was about to rush forward, and cast a slightly reassuring look, this cannon battle was done by Qingqing himself, the power is very small, and the explosion is at most numb, and he just wants to make Shimoku first submit and admit defeat. , will not be engaged in bloodshed and injury!

“Do you apologize?” Qingqing had already set the fire fold on fire, approached the fuse of the artillery battle, and lit it.

Senior Uncle Shimoku was gagged, and he could only make a splendorous sound, and he couldn’t hear it clearly, but judging from his angry expression, I was afraid that he didn’t want to apologize.

Qingqing also did not ink with him, and immediately lit the fuse of the artillery battle, only to see that the fuse quickly burned out, igniting the artillery battle.

“Bang!!”

After the sound, Zhang Ye looked at Senior Uncle Simu again, there was nothing wrong with the person, that is, his mouth was all blackened with gunpowder, and a trace of smoke came out.

The master walked up to Senior Uncle Shimoku and asked, “Shimoku, is today’s matter okay?” ”

“Bah!” Uncle Shimoku spat out the fragments of the cannon battle in his mouth, and replied viciously: “You dream! ”

When the master heard this, he stopped talking nonsense, turned his head to Qingqing and said, “Shoot him to the sky!” ”

“Hey!” Seeing this, Senior Uncle Shimoku immediately regretted it, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still left his face and said softly: “Forget it, it’s leveled, it’s leveled!” ”

“Okay, it’s leveled!” After achieving his goal, the master no longer embarrassed Shimoku, and he showed a satisfied smile.

“Qingqing, let’s go back.”

Senior Uncle Shimoku still maintained the form of holding the pillar at the moment, but there was nothing in his arms, and seeing that the two were leaving, he quickly shouted: “Hey, monk, don’t you help me solve it?” ”

When the master who turned to leave heard this, he stopped, looked at Jiale and said with a smile: “Jiale, make a cylinder lamp oil for your master to drink, and after drinking the spell, it will be solved, and drink it all in one breath!” ”

After speaking, the master and Qingqing left without looking back.

When Zhang Ye heard the master’s words before leaving, he immediately shook his head with a smile, this master is really black-bellied, and he didn’t forget to pit the four-eyed uncle before leaving!

This spell is indeed to drink lamp oil to solve, but it is not to drink a tank, in fact, drinking a sip is enough to unlock, but the four-eyed uncle and Jiale in the movie do not know, and really drink the large cylinder of oil, causing the four-eye uncle to have diarrhea all day later.

Now that Zhang Ye is here, it is naturally impossible to watch his uncle suffer such a great sin.

Under the urging of Senior Uncle Simu, Jiale actually walked in with a large tank of oil, and Zhang Ye’s forehead twitched when he saw it, he quickly walked over and stopped Jiale from preparing to fill oil with Senior Uncle Simu, “Senior brother, drink so much oil, Uncle Junior will run thin!” ”

“Huh? Channeling? What do you mean? Jiale was stunned, not understanding what Zhang Ye meant.

“It’s diarrhea!” Zhang Ye took a small teacup from the table, and then scooped out a mouthful of oil from the large cylinder of oil, put it in the hands of Senior Uncle Shimoku, and said, “One sip is enough.” ”

Senior Uncle Shimoku looked at the teacup handed over by Zhang Ye in his hand and wondered, “How do you know?” ”

“Eh…” Zhang Ye, who asked this question, was stunned, and then he blurted out, “Master taught, and there have been villagers who have been treated like this before. ”

“Oh.” Senior Uncle Shimoku nodded with a clear expression, did not hesitate to drink the oil in the teacup again, and then the spell on his body was really solved.

The four-eyed uncle who stood up from the ground reacted violently, and the monk told them that they needed to drink a cylinder of oil to untie him, did he want to fix him?

“Stinky monk! I’m at odds with you! Uncle Shimoku made another account for the master in his heart, and then he went back to the room.

This farce is finally over, in Zhang Ye’s opinion, the relationship between the master and the four-eyed uncle is really elusive, separate, neither of the two can bear the other, get together, joke is the kind of life, maybe this is called the friendship of life!

“Senior brother, what do you eat in the morning?” After tossing for a while, Zhang Ye felt hunger coming, and subconsciously asked the skilled Jiale.

Jiale just put the jar of lamp oil back in its original place, heard Zhang Ye’s words, thought for a moment, and said: “Master estimates that he can’t eat because of anger, let’s boil two bowls of fish fillet porridge and drink.” ”

Later, Zhang Ye and Jiale came to the kitchen, he still sat on the edge of the stove and watched the fire as always, Jiale was busy with various materials.

“Senior brother, I heard Master say, you already have a wife?” Jiale skillfully sliced the fish, and his eyes looked at Zhang Ye curiously.

Zhang Ye was stunned when he heard this, and said with a smile: “If you are not married, where is your wife?” ”

“Oh, that’s two loves!” Jiale is now at the beginning of his relationship, and he is very curious about the love between men and women, and he immediately asked Zhang Ye: “What kind of person is my younger brother and sister?” ”