Wang Shuai was surprised that Liu Yi was able to survive. It was really surprising. When he took action that day, he knew that Liu Yi would have to be seriously injured if he didn't die, and it was impossible for him to recover in a short period of time.

But today, Liu Yiu appeared in the market again. He was still selling his little cabbage, and he still looked like he deserved a beating.

For some reason, Wang Shuai was very disliked by Liu Yi. There was no reason. When he saw him, he felt bored and couldn't help but want to beat him up.

Wang Shuai was swaying his tall body and walked towards the stall where Liu Yi was. He saw that Liu Yi's expression had not changed, even if it was a little angry or frightened. This was very abnormal. In the past, Liu Yi would glar at him or clench his fists.

But today, Liu Yiu seemed to have no concern about his arrival and was still selling his white swear to others with a smile.

"Aunt! Look at my white squid, no rotten leaves or mud, and the real thing is real. Three pounds a penny, cheap and clean. How much do you want? I will weigh you, and it will only be more or less, and I will not take advantage of you." Liu Yi's little mouth was very smooth, and he fooled the aunt in front of him into a daze. He even paid for his white squid, saving even the important step of bargaining.

Liu Yi smiled and collected money, weighed vegetables, and was harmonious. Using modern distribution methods to deal in ancient times was really unfavorable. From the morning to now, he had sold more than 100 kilograms of white glutinous rice, and he probably would be able to go home soon.

Suddenly, the crowd that had been surrounding Liu Yi's stall somehow began to disperse and hide away, as if avoiding the plague. Then a tall figure walked towards Liu Yi from a distance.

"Liu Yi, the transaction is done well!" Wang Shuai hugged his arms again and looked at Liu Yi with his eyes slanted.

"Ship Wang?" Liu Yi narrowed his eyes. One of his purposes today was for him.

If you want to live a good life here, it will not work without solving the fat man in front of you.

"Old rule, one hundred quotations! Take it!" Wang Shuai reached out to Liu Yi's face and looked at Liu Yi provocatively. In the past, Liu Yi would have risen to resist at this time. It was ten times the taxes of others, and Liu Yi could not afford them. He liked to see Liu Yi's angry eyes and the look of turning over and rising up, so that he would feel satisfied when fighting.

"One hundred quotas, right? I'll give it to you!" Liu Yiu stuffed the wallet that had been prepared long ago into Wang Shuai's hand.

"Uh?!" Wang Shuai looked at the purse in his hand unexpectedly. Why was it? Was it because he was afraid of being beaten last time?

Wang Shuai's mood changed from the joy just now to disappointment. He had already prepared his fists, but Liu Yi gave him a cloth bag, making him unable to start. He still didn't hit him. Wang Shuai flipped his eyes and hesitated. Soon he turned his eyes to the white suck in Liu Yi's basket.

"I'll weigh you three pounds per cent, I'll weigh you how much." After collecting the receipt issued by Wang Shuai, Liu Yi sneered in his heart. Wang Shuai was not surprised at all, and he could imagine what was going to happen below.

But before that, he still has to do his duty as the common people.

"There is no green or yellow, there is more white, less green, garbage!" A white sponge flew out of Wang Shuai's hand and landed on the ground behind him.

"Too small! Trash!" Another one flew out.

"Too big! Trash!"

"Too soft! Trash!"

"Too hard! Trash!"

...

In a short while, all the dozen white sponges left in the basket were thrown into the open space behind him by Wang Shuai. From beginning to end, Liu Yi did not react in extreme extremes, but just stood there with a smile, watching Wang Shuai throwing his white sponges one by one.

"Pick it up? There are thirteen cents in total. If you want so much of the three cents behind, just make up for ten cents! Thank you!" Liu Yiuan reached out to Wang Shuai, his posture exactly the same as when Wang Shuai asked him for tax money before.

"Money?" Wang Shuai slapped Liu's hand and pulled it away, staring at him and said viciously: "You just want money if you don't know if you will die of food?! If I don't catch you, it's a great favor."

After saying that, a single ear seed was about to greet Liu Yi's face. He used to greet Liu Yi's like this.

However, this time, it was destined to be an accident. Wang Shuai's slap was ten centimeters away from Liu's face, and Wang Shuai's hand stopped. Of course, this was not his voluntary, because one hand grabbed his wrist and grabbed him tightly like an iron hoop.

Wang Shuai was shocked. When did Liu Yi have such great strength?

Liu Yi looked at Wang Shuai coldly, with pity in his eyes. He said softly in Wang Shuai's ear: "I'm waiting for this moment!"

A heavy punch hit Wang Shuai's chest, and Wang Shuai flew straight out like this.

Jeet Kune Do's Cun Fist.

This is the only martial art that Liu Yi practiced during his lifetime. Although it was only half a fire, less than one hundred thousand of Mr. Bruce Lee's, it was not something that Wang Shuai had no foundation to resist. I only know that during his lifetime, Liu Yi killed a cow with one punch.

Liu Yi was very cautious in his actions, and he injured his lungs with one punch. After Wang Shuai landed on the ground, he lay on the ground and spitted a mouthful of black blood, and his whole face turned pale. He couldn't die, but he was not happy to live. The lung meridians were the most difficult to treat, and Wang Shuai's life was over. A sneer appeared on Liu Yi's face.

He picked up the basket and picked up the white sponges that Wang Shuai had thrown to the ground one by one. Then Liu Yi stood beside Wang Shuai, quietly waiting for the arrival of the official officer.

"Yi, why are you so reckless!" A very kind-looking middle-aged man separated from the crowd. It was Yang Bofang, who rescued Liu Yi last time. Yang Bofang looked at Wang Shuai lying on the ground, winked at Liu Yi, and signaled Liu Yi to run away quickly.

Liu Yiuan knew it and smiled at Yang Bofang, saying, "Uncle Yang, don't worry, it's okay. He can't die."

"Oh?" Yang Bofang looked at Liu Yiyi in confusion. Why is this kid not in a hurry at all? Don't he know the consequences of doing so, or is he still have something to do?
Chapter completed!