Chapter 11: It Hurts My Hand

"Shooting your sister! Didn't you see that Young Master Ben was busy?"

Wen Feng turned his head angrily.

"boom!"

The next second, the beer bottle in the man's hand smashed directly on Wen Feng's forehead!

"Ow! Ow..."

The wine bottle was shattered, Wen Feng's head was bleeding instantly, screaming, the alcohol irritated the wound, and the pain caused gold stars in his eyes and trembling all over.

"Master!"

Seeing this, the bodyguard could only give up attacking Chen Xiaobei and ran over to protect Wen Feng.

"Who are you? Why did you hit me..." Wen Feng looked bewildered.

He didn't even know the guy with dyed red hair in front of him, and he was fired for no reason. What a day!

"who I am?"

The red-haired man said arrogantly: "The three nearby streets are all covered by my turkey! You don't even know who I am, you dare to touch my benefactor here! Purely courting death!"

"benefactor?"

Wen Feng and the bodyguard were stunned at the same time, and looked at Chen Xiaobei dumbfounded.

"Hello, chick." Chen Xiaobei grinned.

"Hello, Master Chen! I was just about to go to you to thank you!"

Turkey ran to Chen Xiaobei and said with a smile on his face: "My wife went home early this morning and has already forgiven me! This is all your credit! From today onwards, you are my benefactor!"

With an unfathomable expression on his face, Chen Xiaobei said, "Grow good causes and gain good fruits. I helped you before, so you will help me now."

"Yes, yes! The master is right!" Turkey nodded again and again, for Chen Xiaobei, he had reached the point of superstition.

Even if Chen Xiaobei said farts were fragrant, Turkey would nod and say yes!

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wen Feng's heart suddenly had thousands of grass and mud horses whizzing past.

In his opinion, Chen Xiaobei can definitely be eaten today.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaobei had already calculated everything to death, and deliberately led him here to be beaten.

"Master, let's go... There are dozens of gangsters around you all staring at this? You have a distinguished status, and if there is a trouble, the consequences will be unimaginable..." The bodyguard whispered to persuade.

"This..." Wen Feng was very unwilling, but he didn't have the courage to risk his own safety, so he could only grit his teeth: "Let's go!"

"Let's go? You seem to have forgotten something, right?" At this moment, Chen Xiaobei spoke.

"You... what do you want?" Wen Feng's heart trembled, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

"I said, today, I will hit you!" Chen Xiaobei's face was solemn, and his tone was unquestionable.

"Don't deceive people too much!" Wen Feng was furious.

After all, he is the eldest young master of the Wen family. Today, being beaten by Wen Tianyuan has made him furious. It is absolutely impossible for Chen Xiaobei to beat him.

"Am I deceiving people too much?"

Chen Xiaobei said coldly: "If there was no turkey here, I would have been beaten to death by you now, who is deceiving people too much?"

"This..." Wen Feng was speechless, and roared in anger: "I am the eldest son of the Wen family! I absolutely cannot let you hit me! Absolutely!"

"Clap clap."

The turkey clapped his hands lightly.

Immediately, dense figures emerged from the surroundings.

At first glance, there are at least forty or fifty people, and everyone is holding a machete and steel pipe in their hands, and they are aggressive, like a wolf like a tiger!

Just like in the movie Young Dangerous Boys, the surroundings were filled with water in a few seconds.

"Lying on the grass..."

Wen Feng was immediately taken aback.

This scene had an extremely strong impact on his heart, making him tremble with fear, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

The bodyguard was also completely cowardly.

Under normal circumstances, he can be one to ten. But at this moment, there are dozens of outlaws with weapons around! Even if he borrowed ten lives, it would not be enough to die!

"You'd better do as Master Chen said! Otherwise, you will be at your own risk!" Turkey's eyes turned cold and threatened.

Don't look at him as well-behaved as a house cat in front of Chen Xiaobei, but when faced with others, he is like a vicious tiger!

"Come here!" Chen Xiaobei raised his hand, and Chao Wenfeng hooked his finger.

"Master...Come over, otherwise we will both die horribly..." The bodyguard was so frightened that instead of protecting Wen Feng, he pushed Wen Feng from behind.

"..." Wen Feng's expression was distorted, and he was extremely depressed, but with the current situation, he had no other choice but to walk in front of Chen Xiaobei obediently.

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Chen Xiaobei raised his hand and a big-eared scratcher slapped it.

"Ow..."

Wen Feng screamed miserably and fell to the ground with a buttocks. A red slap print appeared on his cheeks, and his forehead was still bleeding. He was extremely embarrassed.

"I'm so thick-skinned, my hand hurts..." Chen Xiaobei shook his hand and complained angrily.

Wen Feng's tears came down... Lao Tzu's face was swollen, can your hand not hurt?

How much hatred? How much resentment? Can it be so powerful?

In Wen Feng's heart, he greeted all eighteen generations of Chen Xiaobei's ancestors a hundred times! A hundred times!

But he didn't dare to show the slightest anger on his face, for fear that he would annoy Chen Xiaobei and be dealt with severely.

"Okay, you two can get out." Chen Xiaobei said indifferently.

Wen Feng and the bodyguard fled the scene with their tails between their tails, if they were granted amnesty.

Subsequently.

Chen Xiaobei wrote down Turkey's phone number and left Xicheng.

Sitting in the taxi, Chen Xiaobei immediately contacted the second senior brother.

This guy should be quite free, so he replied in seconds: Brother, what is the matter with me?

Since the last time he and Chen Xiaobei exchanged the marriage talisman, the second senior brother recognized Chen Xiaobei as a friend, which saved a lot of polite words.

Chen Xiaobei: That's right, I just recently accepted a mortal as a disciple. I would like to ask if there is a way to quickly improve his strength?

Marshal Tianpeng: Cultivation is a long process. If you want to improve your strength in a short time, unless you can get Laojun's fortune-telling elixir.

Chen Xiaobei: What should we do then?

Marshal Tianpeng: If I remember correctly, the primary fortune-telling elixir seems to be one hundred thousand merits of the Three Realms.

"I'll make a big weed!"

Chen Xiaobei's hands trembled, and he almost didn't hold the phone steady.

Saving one person is equal to 1 point of merit in the Three Realms, and 100,000 merits in the Three Realms will save 100,000 people! What an international joke?

Chen Xiaobei: Is there any other way? In fact, my requirements are not high, as long as I am not bullied among mortals.

Marshal Tianpeng: As long as the power of mortals? That's easy, you go and ask the King of Hell to 'borrow'.

Chen Xiaobei: Uh...I'm not familiar with Lord Yama, so I don't know if he will lend me...

Marshal Tianpeng: Of course he can't lend it to you for nothing, but that guy is an old foodie, as long as you tempt him with delicious food, there's absolutely no problem.

Old foodie?

Chen Xiaobei was immediately stupid.

It's unimaginable, even with a big brain hole, that Lord Yama, who controls the underworld and controls all ghosts, actually has the attributes of a foodie?

Chen Xiaobei calmed down for a moment, and then found the avatar of Lord Yama from the group members.

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