The monk was out of temper by Li Dazui anyway.

But what Li Dazui said was the sale of a table and a fruit, which was really a pitfall, it was a robbery.

"A fruit?"

"Li Dazui, you sell one or two fruit for a bowl of noodles. We just look at a table, but you want to collect one fruit. Isn't this an obvious robbery?"

The monk yelled unconvincedly at Li's mouth.

Li Dazui slapped the cigarette stick in his hand heavily on the noodle stall, sternly shouted: "I will ask you if you can do this business? Get Guoer if you want to do it, and hurry up if you don't do it. How far away!"

Of course, this group of monks wouldn't do such a damaging scam business, so they cast a blind eye and harsh words at Li Dazui, and then hurled away.

After the gang completely disappeared from the crowd, Li Dazui said in angrily: "Dead girl, come out!"

As soon as his voice fell, the little beggar who was hiding under Zhou Hao's table stood up with a drooping face, then walked to Li Da's mouth and showed his courtesy.

While skillfully adding broken tobacco leaves to Li Dazui's cigarette stick, she said sweetly to each other with a smile on her face: "Uncle Dazui, your business here is very prosperous today, you must be rich in money!"

"By the way, I have nothing to do today. I will be here to help you clean up the table and wash the dishes for free!"

After she said this, she turned her head to look at Zhou Hao, who had already eaten almost the noodles, and then made a gesture of raising her hand and snoring, which meant that Zhou Hao should finish eating as soon as possible, so she could clean up.

Zhou Hao understood right away, so he snorted twice and ate the last bit of noodles in the bowl.

When the little beggar saw this, his eyes brightened, and after he finished adding tobacco leaves to Li Da's mouth, he would run to Zhou Hao's table to clean up the table.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Li's mouth.

Li Dazui called the little beggar to his side, and then severely reprimanded: "Put out your hand."

The little beggar looked awkward, but Wei Nuo did not dare to stretch out his hand, and he could still look at Zhou Hao pitifully.

Zhou Hao chose to ignore it and continued to drink the noodle soup.

That Li Dazui might be a relative of the little beggar. This is someone else's family affair, and it is not his turn to interfere.

"Hand, stretch out!" Li Dazui yelled again, and his face became fierce. On the spot, the little beggar bowed his head and whimpered loudly, as if he was about to cry.

The little beggar obediently stretched out his hand, still shaking, and then looked at Li's mouth with a pair of big watery eyes.

Li Dazui pulled her hand out with one hand and said, "You don't learn well at a young age, but you want to learn to steal things. I will teach you a lesson today and break your hand!"

As he spoke, he waved the cigarette stick in his hand and hit the little beggar's delicate palms severely.

Click!

Click!

...

Li Dazui hated that iron was not made of steel, and did not save any effort, so that the little beggar's hands were bleeding.

The little beggar cried out, "Uncle Big Mouth, Xiaodi dare not, Xiaodi knows it's wrong, don't hit me."

"You're a thing that has been taught and never changed, after every time you admit your mistakes, don't you just learn badly again?"

Li Dazui swung the cigarette stick harder: "Just interrupt your hand today, so you can't learn to steal!"

After speaking, he really tried harder, the sound of the cigarette stick hitting the palm of the little beggar's hand even pierced Zhou Hao's heart, and it made the cultivators passing by all look at him.