When Yu Sheng returned to the back kitchen, the screams of the old monk came from the lobby.

He opened the door curtain and looked at it, and saw that the old monk was pressed by the wealthy, and the leaves were pinched high.

"You tell me!How many adverse reactions there are!When will I be cured!" Ye Zi shook the old monk highly.

"Xiao Yezi, don't get excited, don't get excited. "The old beggar scratched the leaf with his almost blind eye, with a vague shadow.

At the same time, in a place where the old monk could not see, the old beggar kicked the old monk again and again.

It's just that his eyes are not very good, and he kicks on the table leg from time to time, and his face is hideous in pain.

"Every pill has an adverse reaction, and I don't blame it, cough cough," the old monk struggled and defended.

Ye Zigao didn't let go at all, "Don't quibble with Lao Tzu, just tell me, when will it be completely cured?"

"It will definitely be cured, if you let me go first and strangle me to death, you will definitely not be cured. The old monk coughed.

The old beggar pulled Ye Zigao's hand beside him, "Little Yezi, let go quickly", and kicked the old monk at the root of his thigh by the way.

For the rest of his life, he felt that if he kicked this kick, it would be inevitable to cut off his children and grandchildren.

"Don't worry, I strangled you to death, and our shopkeeper can resurrect you. Ye Zigao pinched him and said, "When will it be cured!"

"Ahem, wait, when you lose your hair, one, everything will be fine. The old monk reluctantly told the truth.

Ye Zigao's hand stopped, and Fu looked at him puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"When you're bald, it's also when your body heals. The old monk said.

The two of them looked at the old monk's head, "Your head is bald because of this?!" Ye Zigao suddenly said.

When the old monk nodded, Ye Zi, who had already calmed down, jumped high and grabbed the old monk again.

"Bald! I am a jade tree in the wind, graceful, heroic, you dare to make me bald, I will strangle you!" Ye Zi roared.

The rich are not so concerned, and baldness is much lighter than these unspeakable hidden.

"Stop, stop!" the old monk struggled, caught off guard, his crotch hurt, and his whole face twisted together.

Yu Sheng saw clearly that this kick was kicked by the old beggar, and he measured it with his hands first, and then kicked it hard at an angle.

Seeing him like this, Ye Zi's strength couldn't help but lighten, and at the same time he was out of breath.

Yu Sheng handed the old beggar a towel, "Wipe the sweat of Xiao Yezi, a person with a weak kidney, it is not easy to make such a big move." ”

It's okay not to say it for the rest of your life, but when you say it, Ye Gauguin is angry.

He was just about to scold, but with the strength of his hands, ready to make the old monk suffer some more, a towel came to him and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Woo", Ye Zigao glared at the old beggar, his eyes angry.

The old beggar couldn't see anything, and exclaimed, "You have other bad reactions, and you can't speak?"

Fu Nan raised his head, "You stuffed the towel in his mouth", the voice fell, "poof", a stench hit.

The old beggar hurriedly withdrew his hand and covered his mouth and nose, but accidentally got a leaf-high saliva on his face. Smoked by the stench again, although not as good as the little boy's, it didn't smell good, "Oh", the old beggar bent down, "No, I have to go out and vomit for a while." ”

With that, the old beggar turned his head and walked in the direction of the counter and the back kitchen, and bumped into a few tables without looking back.

"Your uncle, don't dirty my back kitchen", Yu Sheng hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar behind him, and threw him out.

With the ingenuity of the rest of his life, the old beggar went out of the door and flew directly over the street, to the old locust tree opposite.

The old beggar who stood still couldn't hold back any longer, squatted down and vomited.

Ye Zigao didn't feel good at this time, but he was nurtured by the little boy, and he couldn't bear it, so he didn't let go.

The old monk was pressed by him, and said with difficulty: "It's not impossible to cure baldness..."

"You still dare to talk to me!" Ye Zigao said angrily.

"No, it's not me. There is a kind of grass in your inn's medicine garden that can cure baldness, and you look at my head, there is already fine stubble. The old monk said.

The leaves are tall and stunned.

The herbs in the medicine garden are planted with grass, and if the grass is there, then this quack doctor is still needed.

For Cao'er, Ye Zigao can still be trusted, but Ye Zigao can't trust this old monk, "There is really no adverse reaction?!"

His eyes were like sharp blades, piercing the old monk's eyes.

The old monk didn't dare to make reservations, and hesitated and said, "No, there are still some adverse reactions." ”

"What's the bad reaction?!" Ye Zigao pressed him again.

"That is, it will cancel out the effect of the golden gun medicine in the room you have eaten, and restore it to its original state. The old monk said cautiously.

"Poof", the rest of his life spit out all the tea on the ground.

Ye Zigao was furious, pinched the old monk and shook it: "You mean to say that if you go around in a big circle, Lao Tzu will also suffer the sin, and in the end you won't get anything?!"

The old monk was shaken by him, and the whole person was no longer good.

Yu Sheng hurriedly stopped him, "Okay, stop in moderation, I don't care if I strangle you, you won't be able to cure your kidney deficiency when the time comes." ”

Ye Zigao let go of his hand and sat on the stool panting, beads of sweat falling down his hair.

The rest of his life "tsk" shook his head, the kidney deficit is really bad.

The old monk was also out of breath, stood up, and stroked his throat for a while before he felt comfortable.

"Old, God is fair, if you give you something, you will take away something. He said.

Ye Zigao glared at him, and the old monk hurriedly dodged a step, "My bald head is like this, how can there be nothing in the world that is not earned, don't you say?"

Fu Nan said: "Although the words are not good to hear..."

"Don't talk!" "Don't fart!" Yu Sheng and Ye Zigao shouted at him in unison.

"But it's the truth", Fu Nan said the second half of the sentence, looked at them aggrievedly for the rest of his life, and then made a "poof" sound.

"Don't fart or don't talk?" Fu Nan asked them, to show that they didn't make it clear and didn't blame themselves.

"Is there a difference?" said Ye Zigao angrily.

The old monk slapped his nose, his crotch was still a little painful, and he said angrily: "Who of you just now was so lacking in morality, beating people to hit that kind of place." ”

Seeing that everyone looked at him, Yu Sheng hurriedly waved his hand to clear up his relationship, "It's not me anyway." ”

The old monk stared straight at him, "We didn't say it was you, what are you doing?"

"Is my heart empty?" the rest of his life was inexplicable, because it was really not him.

"Shopkeeper, you have a weak heart, but you kick it well!" Ye Zigao and Fu Yan gave him a thumbs up at the same time.

They didn't see the old beggar's movements just now.

"No, it's not me. "The rest of my life was wronged.

"Yes, it's not you", Fu Yan and Ye Zigao gloated and looked at the old monk, "It's really not our shopkeeper." ”

"It's not me. "The rest of my life said again.

"We know, it's not you. "The leaves are high, they say.

"But I think you're saying it's me. Yu Sheng said he suspected they were talking about him, but there was no evidence.

The old monk avoided him from a distance for this reason

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