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Just as the thin man was about to take a step to death, the door was suddenly kicked open, and the person who came was the clerk in charge, the mistress.

The thin man immediately abandoned Wu Feng and greeted him with a smile.

"My third brother, what's wrong?"

The pot had not moved and the puff had not sounded. The third brother looked at the clean meat case and suddenly became unhappy.

"Hurry up, I'll get on the customer right away!"

The thin man nodded and pointed at Wu Feng.

"Hehe, get ready soon. I just woke this guy up."

The third brother shook his hand and slapped him.

"Who can eat this thin enough? Kill that fat person."

Holding his face, the thin man still smiled and quickly agreed.

"So well, remember to wake up first and then slaughter, otherwise the blood will not be alive and the flesh will not be tender."

"Hehe, don't worry, my third brother."

The third brother nodded, then turned around and snatched the door and walked straight to the third wooden stake on Wu Feng's right hand, where a fat man was tied.

He scattered all his anger on the fat man. The thin man swung his hand and slapped him. The fat man woke up with a scream like a pig. Wu Feng was secretly happy. Fortunately, he was awakened by water.

The fat man just woke up and saw the thin man's sinister eyes. Before he could speak, the shaky knife pierced his chest with a thud.

The white knife went into the red knife, and the thin man moved skillfully, steadily, accurately and quickly. The fat man should have died before he could feel the pain.

Pulling the fat man onto the meat table, the thin man crossed his fingers, supported his palms, twisted his neck a few times, inserted the red knife, swung the largest pig-killing knife, and began to slash wildly. His clothes, hands, and face were all splashed with blood, but his expression seemed to be very enjoyable, and he was humming a cheerful little song in his mouth.

The knife shadow swept quickly and the blood flew. After a few minutes, the lean man inserted the pig-killing knife hard on the meat table, crossed his arms to his chest, and looked at the skinned corpse as if he was appreciating art. After a while, he placed the chest skeleton on a large tray, stuffed a pile of meat into the skeleton, then pulled out a layer of sheep's skin from under the meat table, and finally found a head of sheep that was about to be air-dried and placed on the top of the skeleton. A plate of roasted lamb appeared like this.

The thin man walked to the corner of the wall and pushed open a wooden clamp door. The heat wave suddenly blew out. It turned out that there was a large oven inside, and the fiery red charcoal was gone without any smoke.

After putting the plate of roasted lamb into the oven, the thin man twisted his waist and sat aside. After seeing Wu Feng's surprised expression, he smiled.

"The meat I roasted is absolutely delicious. If you don't believe it, I'll give you one piece later. I'll guarantee that you will eat one piece and want a second piece."

Wu Feng curled his lips indifferently, but he was not in a hurry to break free from his bondage. He wanted to see what kind of way this group of people was.

After a while, the roasted lamb would be cooked. Not to mention, the taste was really sensational. If it weren't for the production of this roasted lamb, the hungry Wu Feng would really want to have a piece, a large piece.

Wu Feng was not the only one who smelled the fragrance. Soon, the door was pushed open again. Several guys walked in, talked to the lean man, took out the roasted lamb from the oven and carried it out.

"Hehe, you guy is lucky. The shopkeeper told me that you only roast one lamb today."

Wu Feng's mouth raised.

"Thank you!"

......

Three or four days passed in a blink of an eye. Although he was tied up in a large variety of flowers, he had wine and meat, which was quite good. Of course, Wu Feng understood that it was not because of the conscience of this group of people, but because he was worried that his sheep would lose weight if he was hungry.

On the fifth day, when he heard the familiar little song coming from outside the door, Wu Feng put away his breath and stopped practicing. After a while, the door was pushed open and several dazzling light columns shot in the dim room.

The thin man ignored Wu Feng and walked to the meat case by himself. He picked up a rag and wiped it carefully. After a meal, he walked to Wu Feng with his knife.

"You're the only one left! Alas, I've been chatting with me for several days, and I can't bear to roast you."

This desert is the only way to the White Tiger City, and this group of people gathered to rob the edge of the desert and opened a black shop. The so-called famous roasted lamb was just the people they picked up from the desert. This group of people had a total of twenty or thirty. The shopkeeper's surname was Duan, and they all called him Duan Butcher Duan, who was a three-star soul master, and the other guys were basically in the realm of soul guru.

Wu Feng smiled slightly. He had 'talked everything' with the thin man these days.

"I'm so thin and have no meat. Instead of eating it, let me join you, why don't you talk to the shopkeeper?"

The thin man hugged his chest with his hands and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking seriously. He grabbed the door and walked out after a while and did not come back after half a minute.

After returning, the thin man raised his knife without saying a word, and a murderous aura flashed out of Wu Feng's eyes. However, the knife did not slash on him, but just cut off the rope.

The murderous aura was quickly hidden. Wu Feng moved his wrists and then looked at the thin man and smiled slightly.

"Did the shopkeeper agree?"

The thin man threw the knife to Wu Feng, walked towards the meat case, swaying like a teacher.

"I agree. From today on, you will learn to make roast lamb with me."

Looking at his thin back, Wu Feng raised his eyebrows. He was talking casually, but he didn't expect that he would treat him well. God would do this, so he would just listen to him.

As the days passed, Wu Feng and the thin man roasted one sheep after another. At first, he was not interested and finally became serious because the seemingly cruel skin peeling requires strong wrist strength and accuracy.

Another roasted lamb was placed in place, and Wu Feng's mouth curled up. Looking at the white chest skeleton and a pile of meat inside, there was also a happy expression of appreciating art on his face.

"Yes, the flesh and blood are separated, and the slices do not stick to them."

The thin man patted Wu Feng, who was covered in blood, with a look of praise in his eyes.

During these days, Wu Feng joined forces with dead people, and the living person was still led by the thin man, so he had no worries. Hearing the thin man's praise, he turned his head and smiled slightly.

"Can you get out of the army?"

The thin man brushed his fingers across the skeleton, round and smooth, without any roughness left by the knife, but he shook his head again.

"You are a master? You think beautifully and have enough accuracy, but not enough."

After saying that, the lean man cleaned up the meat case and put a "sheep" on it again. He picked up the knife and flickered the shadows of the knife. As the blood spray flew, the bones were thick and the pieces of meat fell. When the red knife was inserted into the meat case again, only one cup of tea had passed.

"You can't touch live sheep without my consent. You practice first. Today there will be fewer customers, so I'll go out for a walk."

The door closed with a snap, and the thin man hummed a little song and walked away gradually. Wu Feng withdrew his gaze and placed the two plates of roasted lamb on the meat table, carefully observing the gap.

As his fingers brushed across the skeleton, Wu Feng's brows frowned slightly. The lean man not only had faster speeds, but also had a smoother surface of the bones. The touch seemed to be stroking mutton fat jade.

After a while, Wu Feng put two roasted lambs into the oven, then carried a dead lamb onto the meat case and picked up a knife to practice.

More than half a month later, Wu Feng's sword skills and abilities were comparable to those of the thin man, and these evil men gradually accepted him as a newcomer.

After a busy day, Wu Feng sat cross-legged as usual to prepare for practice. At this time, the thin man walked in.

"Today is the shopkeeper's birthday. Let's go out and have a drink."

Wu Feng nodded and followed the thin man to the outer hall.

The lights are decorated with wine and the meat is beautiful. Of course, the meat is serious beef and mutton. Wu Feng sat next to the thin man on the table at the end, and the other tables in front are also full of people.

"The birthday star is here."

The third brother shouted, and the noisy outer hall immediately calmed down. Wu Feng followed everyone's eyes and saw Butcher Duan walked over in a festive dress and then sat on the table in the center.

The mistress raised the wine bowl and everyone followed suit.

"I wish my elder brother a long life and a blessing in the East China Sea."

Butcher Duan laughed loudly, was very happy, and picked up the wine bowl and gave it back.

"Haha, thank you brothers for your hard work, do it!"

Everyone drank it all, and there was a grunt of strong wine in the outer hall, and Wu Feng also drank the wine bowl to the sky.

After the dishes and the five flavors and wines, everyone was in great interest and noisy. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and the wind and sand at night blew in. Wu Feng squinted his eyes and looked at it. It turned out that a few guys who went out in the morning had returned, but they were carrying two girls on their shoulders.

"Sorry, boss, my brothers are late to come back. I met two ewes on the way and were still angry. I just gave my birthday to my elder brother."

"Haha, OK, OK, carry it up first."

"Hehe, OK!"

Wu Feng had a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the two unconscious girls until the guys carried them to the second floor and sent them into Butcher Duan's room.

Wu Feng frowned slightly. He had never felt compassion for these days, whether it was live or dead, because although the faces of these sheep were not very vicious, they were definitely not good people.

It's different now. Judging from the clothes and dressing, these two girls should be one master and one servant. Although they are carried on their shoulders, their drooping drooping can still occasionally reveal their faces. Even though they are suffering from wind and sand, they still look white and fresh, just like the green teeth that have just emerged in spring.

To save people, you will have to make a fuss with these evil people. Wu Feng, who is a newcomer, does not want to make enemies for no reason, but if you don’t save them, these two girls will definitely not have a good ending and will not bear it.

Whether to save or not, Wu Feng was caught in a fierce ideological struggle. At this time, the thin man next to him patted his shoulder.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

Wu Feng put away his thoughts and shook his head slightly.

"Hehe, are you feeling excited? Don't worry, it will be our turn when the boss finishes enjoying it. This is what happened in the past."

The thin man smiled and evil fire suddenly ignited in his eyes, but what he didn't expect was that his comfort made up his mind for Wu Feng.
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