bullyxtreme Chapter 622 Is this right, child? (17)
Chapter 622 Is this right, child? (17)
Pork was stewing in a big pot, bubbling away, while Xiong Bufan and the fool stood guard to one side.
Hao Xinghua wiped away her tears while tending the fire. Her face was covered in bruises and obvious handprints, clearly the marks of Xiong Bufan's blows.
Xiong Bufan looked at the drooling fool and said calmly, "Don't eat anything given to you by strangers in the future."
The fool didn't understand, "Why? Is it because you want to eat?"
I'll save the food for you.
Xiong Bufan clenched her fist and then relaxed it. She was teaching a mentally challenged person to prevent them from being kidnapped. Why couldn't the mentally challenged person understand?
Xiong Bufan slapped the fool on the shoulder, "Eat, eat, eat! All you do all day is eat. I'm just worried you'll get tricked."
The fool rubbed his shoulder. Xiong Bufan was good in every way, except that hitting people hurt a bit. "Oh, I don't want to eat it. I'll bring it back for you to eat."
Xiong Bufan fell silent upon hearing this; this fool still didn't understand.
But hitting the idiot wouldn't help, so Xiong Bufan could only stay away, afraid of being infected by the idiot's stupidity.
Kongkong, seeing someone who even Xiong Bufan found frustrating for the first time, couldn't help but laugh, "Hahahaha, Bufan, why don't you just not teach him?"
Anyway, the mission is to protect him, not to turn him into the smartest person in the world.
Besides, even if he were kidnapped, you could rescue him.
Xiong Bufan scratched his head, thinking that Kongkong's words made sense, and stopped worrying about it.
The fool leaned closer to Xiong Bufan again, "Are you angry?"
"No, I'm not going to get angry."
Fool: "Oh, my mother said it's not good to call yourself 'Laozi' (old man)."
Xiong Bufan: ......
"Staying here with an idiot will drive me crazy sooner or later," Xiong Bufan thought angrily as he walked out again.
Upon emerging, they discovered a large crowd gathered outside, including people from their own village and neighboring villages, all carrying torches.
If Xiong Bufan had come out a little later, they would probably have called him out, or thrown the torch into the thatched hut.
As soon as Xiong Bufan came out, the men covered their crotches and the women covered their lips, fearing that Xiong Bufan would make a move. But when they thought about how many people there were, and that some of them had hunting rifles, they became bolder. "We are not afraid of you."
"Yes, we are not afraid of you."
"Come at me if you dare."
......
Xiong Bufan mimicked their mannerisms and said jokingly, "I'm not afraid of you guys, yo yo yo."
This was undoubtedly a provocation in the eyes of those people, and the impatient one immediately raised his hunting rifle and fired.
After traversing interstellar space, Xiong Bufan was no longer afraid of guns. He even pulled out a transparent protective shield from his spatial storage and held it in front of him.
In interstellar space, this shield can even stop an atomic bomb, let alone a tiny bullet.
As Zhao Dashan watched the bullet fall to the ground without touching Xiong Bufan, he suddenly remembered the monster stories his grandmother had told him when he was a child. This little madman was even more powerful than the monsters in the stories.
Zhao Dashan threw his hunting rifle aside and ran while shouting in despair, "Huang Daxian has come down from the mountain! Help!"
With a gloomy face, Xiong Bufan threw the protective shield at Zhao Dashan. Why do these ignorant people all call her Huang Daxian? She is clearly a brown bear, a brown bear that is about to become a god.
Heaven's will not accept anything that surpasses the technological level of this world, so the protective shield quickly disappeared, but it still knocked Zhao Dashan down.
Xiong Bufan is now reluctant to take out the good things he made in interstellar space, because they will dissipate once they are taken out. Although he has made a lot, it is still painful to discard them.
With the first one running away, the others looked at each other, threw their torches and hunting rifles on the ground, and began to flee in panic, crying out, "Help! Help! Huang Daxian is coming down the mountain!"
Xiong Bufan snorted coldly, chased after him, kicked the slowest runner over, and then stomped on him.
A scream pierced the sky; one of the men from the neighboring village had become a member of the eunuch village.
Kongkong said she couldn't bear to watch. Xiong Bufan seemed to love the feeling of that kick that caused the liquid to burst. But didn't she find it dirty?
Xiong Bufan is having a great time right now, and she's grateful to the villagers; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to find something so interesting.
Within a short time, most of the men from the neighboring village were lying on the ground, clutching their groins and groaning in pain.
The men in the village who had stopped bleeding had their wounds reopen, and yellowish-red discharge was flowing down their trouser legs. They looked so pitiful, but fearing a beating, they were helped home by their wives or children.
Xiong Bufan: "The villagers of Banchazi Village don't have anything good. They don't allow others to have what they don't have. Please thank the village chief for me, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to meet so many targets."
"Bring more people next time, I'll treat your injuries then."
Zhao Zhongxiang, the village chief of Banchazi Village, who was over sixty years old, staggered when he heard this. This little madman was going to ruin them and make the people in the neighboring villages treat them like stinking dog excrement.
When the people from the neighboring village heard Xiong Bufan's words, they forgot about their wailing and glared angrily at the villagers of Banchazi Village. These people were in cahoots with the little madman; this guy was too immoral.
The people in this village are all immoral; I curse them so that their children will be born without buttocks.
Zhao Zhongxiang turned back to explain, "We are not with her; this is slander."
Xiong Bufan: "Thank you, Village Chief."
Wang Xiande, the village chief of the neighboring village, was about to believe Zhao Zhongxiang's words, after all, they had worked together for so long and knew each other quite well. But when he heard Xiong Bufan speak, he cursed Zhao Zhongxiang, "You black-hearted bastard, you rotten-hearted bastard, may your grandson be born without an anus."
Xiong Bufan: "You can't possibly have any grandchildren."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiande rolled his eyes and fainted.
If you lose your manhood, how can you have grandchildren and great-grandchildren?
Hao Xinghua listened to the commotion outside but didn't dare to go out. She also stopped the idiot, fearing that they would categorize her and the idiot into the same group as the little madman.
After dealing with these people, Xiong Bufan strolled back leisurely. The pork was probably cooked by then, just in time for dinner.
When Zhao Zhongxiang saw Xiong Bufan return to the house, he quickly told people to take the people from the neighboring village to the barefoot doctor Zhao Daneng for treatment. Losing one's manhood is a big deal, but losing one's life is an even bigger deal.
Moreover, if someone dies, the people from the neighboring villages won't let him off the hook either.
Xiong Bufan scooped a large piece of pork out of the pot and sat at the doorway, eating and watching the commotion. The fool sat cautiously to the side, gnawing on a pig's tail, and said to Xiong Bufan, "Xiong Bufan, I didn't steal any food just now."
My mother made me help her tend the fire.
"Oh, it's okay, I don't blame you."
"Thank you."
Looking at the fool, Xiong Bufan suddenly remembered the original owner's memories and said, "If anyone hits you in the future, throw a stone at them. If you can't beat them, call me."
"Just shout, and I'll show up to avenge you."
The fool looked at Xiong Bufan and said seriously, "Nobody hit me."
"Oh."
Outside, people were busy with their own affairs. Xiong Bufan and the fool were holding bowls and chatting casually, creating a scene of tranquility.