villain king

Chapter 209 This Pig Runs So Fast!

Marriage is something that cannot be delayed.

Now Boss Wan doesn't dare to murmur in the bed at night, for fear that the gun will go off.

It's really easy to take it off if you drag it down.

Wan Qian thinks that getting married is not in a hurry, but engagement still has to be put on the agenda.

After all, Ji Yun should breathe a sigh of relief.

If there is no flowering at home, don’t bear fruit outside one day.

Hearing that Boss Wan was relieved, the happiest person was undoubtedly Old Jitou.

The three generations of the old Ji's family were single-handed, and Ji Yun was almost eliminated.

"I'm going to kill a pig to celebrate."

The joy of the old Jitou was beyond words, "Our family respects the traditions, and we don't engage in the vain things of foreigners. The purpose is to eat and drink well."

"Can you butcher a pig?"

Ji Yun's mother was full of question marks, and asked again: "Does our family have pigs?"

"Look for a farmhouse in the suburbs, and just put some money in it. I've been looking at it for a long time."

"You really want to come out?" Ji Yun's mother rolled her eyes, "Our daughter-in-law is a celebrity, so how can this engagement banquet be held so that people can laugh at it?"

"I didn't even say it was an engagement banquet."

Thinking of this, the old Jitou was immediately discouraged.

Wan Qian covered her mouth and chuckled, looked at old Ji Tou, and then at Ji Yun, these two people were carved out of the same mold.

The co-author is usually serious, but the problem of intermittent stupidity is random.

"I think it's pretty good." Wan Qian squinted her eyes, showing a look of great interest.

Looking at her mother-in-law's questioning eyes, she added: "I haven't seen a pig slaughtering banquet, so I want to see what it looks like."

Hearing this, the old Jitou suddenly became energetic, "You are the only one who is stubborn, and young people like them are rare."

"Bah! If you mess up this matter, I'll hang you up and kill you."

"I think we should wait a little longer?"

Holding a sharp knife in his hand, the old Jitou hesitated for a moment as he looked at the [-]-jin sow that was hanging up and struggling.

"You're planning to starve it to death, aren't you?" Yun's mother crossed her arms, with a look of disgust on her face: "Can you kill it to your heart's content? After hanging for more than an hour, the pig's brain will be congested."

"It's easier to kill when it's full of blood." Old Jitou pretended to be calm.

"Liu Che, you always have a pig-killing banquet in your place. You should have experience, why don't you come here."

Liu Che looked at the old couple with a look of embarrassment on his face, "I just enjoy eating, I haven't tried it before."

When Ji Yun and the others stuffed himself into the house, he was embarrassed for a while. He really didn't kill him.

"Don't look at me, ma'am, I didn't kill you before." Seeing Ji Yun's mother's gaze cast on him, Qiao Shan quickly waved his hands and said, "I didn't take this course when I was in school."

"Wait a little longer, don't embarrass the two children, let me do some ideological work for it."

After all, old Jitou is a man of culture, he pondered for a while and began to recite Su Shi's "Poem on Pork".

"Wash the pot quietly, with less water, the firewood can not afford to smoke."

When he heard him recite the poem, the pig struggled even more violently.

Maybe it also felt humiliated.
There are many farmhouses in the suburbs, but due to the special identities of Ji Yun and Wan Qian, they still found places with acquaintances.

Teacher Yu's compound is very suitable, the venue is large and the entrance is far away.

Besides, he is more experienced in eating, so he took most of the work of the whole pig feast.

A large table was set up in the courtyard, besides Ji Yun and Wan Qian, there were also his familiar friends sitting around.

Huang Bo and his wife, Ning Hao and his wife, who had just finished filming in No Man's Land, and Wen Dong, who was taking a break from his busy schedule.

If it was Ji Yun who killed the pig in the inner hall, they would have shouted that they were hungry long ago, but it was old Ji Tou who should be digging inside to sharpen their knives, so they couldn't open their mouths no matter what.

"Xiao Yun can be regarded as breaking through the clouds and mist to see the blue sky."

Yu Qian looked at Ji Yun and Wan Qian with a kind smile. "When you first came backstage, I felt that the two of you had a husband and wife look, so I really talked about it."

"I'm over the top." Wan Qian showed shyness, but Ji Yun was full of complacency.

"Cut! The toad will eat the meat of the swan."

Seeing Ji Yun's complacent look, Ning Hao couldn't help but want to hurt him.

The way to praise a man is very simple. If he has children, he will praise his children for being smart; if he has no children, praise his wife for being beautiful and virtuous.

If there is no object
What's the point of boasting? How happy is the old bachelor who hurts him every day.

"It's all a table of toads, don't make fun of anyone." Ji Yun retorted.

"The old man can't help killing pigs."

A group of people chatted and laughed happily, but it had to be that Uncle Yu was concerned about business.

"It should be fine. Besides, there are two people from the Northeast helping out. If it doesn't help, Qiao Shan can strangle it to death."

Old Jitou is Confucius who is capable of writing and martial arts with a knife. If he can wield his belt when Ji Yun was a child by [-]% or [-]%, he can make Yu Qian's zoo littered with corpses.

"I'm thinking that we usually put the pig down when killing pigs here. If he hangs it up like this, he won't be able to splatter blood when he stabs it in."

Yu Qian couldn't help worrying.

Old Jitou hesitated for a while in the inner hall, but still gave up this job that was far from his profession.

"How about the two of us come."

Seeing that old Jitou started to call back souls after reading the pork-eating poem, Liu Che suddenly lost his composure.

Master, don't read it.

Just a pig, why do you expect it to experience 5000 years of cultural influence before it dies?

"OK then!"

As if being pardoned, the old Ji handed the knife to Liu Che's hand, and then walked around the garden with his wife.

Seeing the old couple leave, Liu Che and Qiao Shan suddenly muttered.

"Are you coming?" Liu Che held out the steel knife that was shining coldly with some embarrassment.

"Forget it, you should do it." Qiao Shan looked at the struggling sow with a look of resentment in his eyes.

"That's right, why are you in such a rush?"

Liu Che started to gesticulate with the pig with a knife in his mouth after some nonsensical words came out of his mouth.

"Where should I stab?"

"I heard it was stabbed in the neck? In other places, it was stabbed in the main artery."

so troublesome?

Liu Che's classic single thread, the two things of shooting and aiming cannot be done at the same time.

Simply close your eyes and move your heart, and move the knife forward, with a voice in your mouth: "I'll fuck you!"

The people outside the house have not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Don't worry, our old man never does anything he is not sure of"

Or it could be said that Ji Yun knew his father well, and he really didn't do anything he wasn't sure about.

As soon as Ji Yun finished speaking, everyone heard a sharp hiss in the inner hall.

There was silence at the dinner table for a moment.

As soon as everyone picked up their ears, they heard another heavy "plop", the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

"Fuck!"

Uncle Qian's thoughts turned, and he immediately thought of what happened in the house.

As soon as he stood up, he felt a white shadow rushing out with a bang.

"Stop it!"

As soon as everyone turned around, they saw two "blood men" shouting at the door.

(End of this chapter)