There was a kind of shrill voice in his voice, like a knife cut through an iron plate, but his knife-like shrill shout was immediately drowned out by the heavy noise of the shop, and no one heard him, let alone noticed him as such a pee.

He smiled again.

When he was laughing, he even deliberately made a very surprised look, put his hands into his mouth, and shouted: "Oh, why is there so much silver on the ground, and I don't know whose silver has fallen."

This trick really worked, as soon as his words fell, all the noise in the store disappeared at this moment, everyone stopped all sounds and movements, sat in their seats, and kept probing their brains outside, and even Mr. Strange temporarily stopped dialing the abacus, stretched out his head and looked out, but when he saw that it was Ding Dang screaming outside the door, he couldn't help frowning and continued to move the abacus beads.

He often plans to make dishes, so at a glance, he can see what Ding Dang is planning, but most of the customers in the store are outsiders, and they don't know the details of this little ghost at all, not to mention, they did find that there was a big piece of bright things in Ding Dang's hands.

It was a real piece of silver.

Ding Dang was tossing the piece of silver up and down, like a flickering match.

When they saw the silver, their eyes immediately glowed green, and they even forgot to eat the chicken wings in their hands.

Ding Dang smiled.

Being able to attract everyone's attention to the past, his purpose is already half successful, and the next thing is to see how he succeeds the other half.

He put the big piece of silver in his hand to his mouth and bit it, and then, as if he felt sorry for the owner who could not find it, he couldn't help sighing, and said, "Alas, since no one wants such a large ingot of silver, it is better to throw it away."

He said that he threw it away, but he actually threw it away.

His little hands, which were dirty and small, and even exuded a strange smell, were thrown outwards so casually, and the large ingot of silver was thrown three feet away, and then, only to hear a "click", it made a crisp sound, and collided with the sand on the ground.

And this crisp crash sounded like a small hook, hooking out the souls of all the customers in the shop, who, as if hearing someone calling, immediately put down everything in their hands, rushed out of the small shop, flew in the direction where the ingot of silver fell, and surged into a mess, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

Someone yelled, ouch, don't step on my shoes.

Somebody shouted, ah, who fucking gnawed on my toes.

Someone shouted, fuck me, who squeezed the baby out of his wife's womb.

Some people even shouted, damn, who fucking squeezed the child into my wife's belly.

All in all, the scene was a mess, and in this mess of people, the first to reach the destination was a big man with a full beard, who was so strong that he didn't take anyone into account at all, and squeezed the people around him, and then, a dozen steps away from the silver, he flew up, pounced, and hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would suddenly snatch it.

However, when he picked up the shining silver ingot, he almost lost his heel, and where was the silver, but it was just a very clean stone polished by the wind and sand, and this stone, under the cover of twilight, was emitting a bright light through the reflection of the light.

The bearded man got up angrily, his eyes almost burst into flames, and then, throwing the stone on the ground, looking everywhere for the boy who threw the "silver", looking around, only to find that at this moment, the boy was sitting on the most comfortable chair in the store, and was devouring the delicious food that had been called by someone else on the table, and had not yet had time to send it to his stomach.

In the blink of an eye, he had already gnawed off two roast chickens, three roast ducks, four steamed buns, five pancakes, and six large bowls of noodle soup, and when he had finished eating, he had drunk enough, patted his bulging belly, and then, he picked up the long shirt that others had put on the back of the chair, wiped his oily hands and mouth, wiped it, and threw the long shirt into the wooden basin soaked in rags.

The bearded man tied the hem of his clothes into his waist, and then, a harrier turned over, and landed firmly in front of Ding Dang, and with a wave of his hand, Ding Dang was lifted up like a rabbit.

The bells are jingling.

Ding Dang bared his teeth and claws, stuck out his tongue and grimaced at him, and said with a smile: Uncle Beard, are you tired of holding me like this?

The bearded beard and hair were all upturned, and almost the hat was swollen off, which is probably what people often call angry hair rushing to the crown, squeaking and screaming.

The bearded man panted as if he was pulling a bellows, not tired, but angry, and said, "Hmph, tired?" You ate my things, wiped your mouth with my long shirt, and even used a stone to pretend to be silver and played us like monkeys.

Hearing the five words "Fatal Bearded Guest", the crowd immediately surged, and they said: Could he be the legendary one-punch killing, Bearded Guest?

Disrespectful, disrespectful.

At this moment, although Ding Dang didn't know if he could take his life with one punch, he knew that the sticky, thick, and stinky saliva that squirted out of his mouth was about to kill him, and what made Ding Dang even more unbearable was the hot, stinky gas that spewed out of his mouth, which made Ding Dang wonder if this bearded uncle had to use poop to eat every day, otherwise how could his mouth be so stinky, or rather, those who died in his hands were not killed by his fists, but smoked to death by his filthy breath。

Ding Dang felt that he was almost smoked into salted fish.

Although the taste of being held up in the air is not very pleasant, although the feeling of being smoked into a salted fish makes him vomit a little, but there is still a smile on his face, a strange smile, although he laughs more kindly and friendly than Mr. Nie, if you know Ding Dang's character, you may find that the meaning contained in his smile is more terrible than that of an owl.

Have you ever seen the smile of an owl standing on a mass grave at night, if not, then you only need to look at Ding Dang's face at this moment, and you will see it.

Ding Dang fanned under his nose with his hand, and then said with a smile: Hey, this bearded uncle, do you think this is good, I ate your things, stained your clothes, and played you like monkeys, it's me who is wrong, am I okay with you?

The bearded guest's eyes widened, and he said, "What do you lose?"