Fang Che was also confused.

"Tell me, who is Cripple Hong Er?"

Fang Che really couldn't understand.

"Two cripples..."

Jing Xiuyun also had a headache and said: "In the final analysis, what should I say? Er Laizi has countless bad habits. He is greedy for money, stingy, loves to take advantage of small things, is slippery and greasy, jokes regardless of the occasion, and likes to take advantage of women.

, Teasing women is the greatest pleasure for him..."

"Generally speaking, Er Laizi is a very real person. He is not a bad person, but he has many problems. His character is just like... an ordinary person who does not possess the power of force, and he is a mean person among ordinary people.

Men, the state of people after they reach middle age. As far as I know, there are many ordinary people, especially middle-aged men, who have this problem."

Jing Xiuyun said: "But Er Laizi is a warrior. So he is a warrior who has all the problems of an ordinary middle-aged greasy man. Therefore, he is a little out of place. But Mr. Fang, Er Lai Zi is not a bad person. Really not.

Bad! Although I hate him to the extreme, this person can be beaten half to death at most, but he cannot be killed...that's the feeling."

Fang Che nodded speechlessly: "When I see him, I want to beat him to death, but I can't kill him... Isn't this what I do every day?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jing Xiuyun couldn't help laughing loudly.

Thinking back to how Mr. Fang beat the lame man once a day before, I suddenly realized that my description was really wonderful.

Just talking.

I saw a figure in front of me, walking hesitantly, took two steps, and sighed.

It was none other than Hong Er Laizi.

As soon as he looked up and saw Fang Che, he immediately ran over crying: "Mr. Fang...Mr. Fang is wailing..."

Fang Che frowned and grabbed his ears: "Didn't I ask you to throw away those empty wine jars? You are not allowed to pass off inferior wine as good wine? Why did you still do that?"

The second lame man's ears were twisted and he was lifted up, with his head tilted and half of his feet on the ground: "Hiss, hiss... Mr. Fang, it hurts..."

"I can't help it. They are clamoring for trouble. How can I have money? I can't touch my wife's dowry. That's not done yet..."

Cripple Hong Er cried: "Mr. Fang, I'm just a bit cheap, but I really don't have bad intentions..."

"How the hell do you know you're a bit cheap? Are you even a bit mean?"

Fang Che exerted force on his hand, and the two cripples began to wail like they were killing pigs.

"Why are you back so late? What were you doing? Did you go fooling around again?"

"No, no, no... How dare you... I'm still fooling around, I can't even get up..." The second lame man was about to cry without tears: "I want to fool around, but I can't..."

Fang Che almost laughed.

Suddenly I remembered a sentence: Asking you how sad you can be is like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel...

"Then what did you do?"

"A wandering doctor came here. It's really amazing. I have a lot of illnesses, but the medicine can cure them. Didn't I go to line up?"
Chapter completed!