Dr. Li walked over to Boss Li, turned a blind eye to the knife in the hand of this hideous guy, and shouted loudly: "Friend, why do you have to make money by making money from these lustful things? Do you know you are tempting others to hell?"

Boss Li watched this gentle guy come over, and the knife in his hand was trembling violently. It was not that he suddenly saw the angel or the Holy Spirit, but that he was so angry that he had to hesitate: he really wanted to kill this bastard who messed up his money with one knife, but he saw that the other party was not a person from the Tao and did not show any thugs. The professional temperament of a gangster came from. Although he often fought to destroy people, he was when there were many people and he belonged to the side of the crowd. He usually belonged to the gangsters who were a little "little melancholy and a little literary youth". Now when one-on-three fights, it was not his style of looking at the action.

"What the hell is ** doing? What's wrong with me singing an opera? Believe it or not, I'll chop you up!" Boss Li thought for a while, and then roared forward, holding the knife in his hand high towards Dr. Li.

Elder Hou, who was behind Dr. Li, was so scared that he shouted: "Don't hurt anyone!"

However, Boss Li's posture was just ready, and before he could even produce a deterrent effect, he felt that the "boom" sound on his face seemed to have been heard.

"I have an accomplice! I'll do it!" Although it didn't hurt very much, Boss Li still turned his face and lowered his body to dodge what might happen.

The attack came indeed, and it was still overwhelming.

"They are foreign monks! They are fucking sick!"

"I'll wipe your mother! There's no more people to watch the show!"

It was as if the gangster Cowherd, who was peeping at the Weaver Girl, taking a bath and stealing clothes, was stung by a bee in excitement, crushing the bee to death and chewing it. Amidst the loud curses, the audience in the audience bent down and lowered their heads, picked up mud and stones from their feet, and smashed them to the three madmen on the stage like crazy.

The four people on the stage immediately bent down, covering their faces with panic arms, blocking the mud and stones flying overwhelmingly.

This completely indiscriminate attack made the musicians who were already holding a stool in their hands. Erhu was about to rush up and beat those bastards to death and had to squat down and hide behind the small table. Boss Li, whose head and face were thrown, was also in a panic squatted on the platform and dodged left and right. After finally taking the opportunity, he pointed at the audience below in anger and jumped to the audience and cursed: "Where are you smashing it? Just watch it and throw it!"

This jumping foot aroused a burst of laughter from everyone in the audience. Just now, only 10% of the mud flew towards Boss Li, but with this roar, there was immediately a dense mud like a swarm of bees in front of Boss Li's eyes, and he screamed and rushed towards him, "I'll wipe the fuck! These bastards!" Boss Li had to squat down desperately, and the tip of his butt was rubbing against the table, and his hands almost hugged his head.

At this time, Dr. Li used the mud to smash the empty space of the stage boss, stood up from the ground, stretched out his arms, spread his chest and turned around and shouted at the audience below: "You only love to see these obscene things. Have you ever thought about your sister, will you be happy to do such things by your daughter? Jesus said: Treat others as you want to treat others! Love others as yourself, these are our own sisters, don't use their suffering to make us happy!"

"Ba, bha" Two balls of mud flew over, one piece on Doctor Li's chest, and one piece on his face. It wasn't okay to hit the face. Doctor Li was hit so hard that he staggered back, but he ignored the huge pain on his face and yelled sternly under the stage: "You all have committed sins! You must repent!"

The official's aura shocked the audience below. The Chinese people were afraid of this tone. They learned from a young age: their fathers have scolded them like this since they were born; their parents and bosses dared to yell at them like this, so the mud and stones in their hands solidified in the air and looked at each other.

Ten seconds later, someone finally confirmed again: the person on the stage who spoke in such an adult tone was neither an adult nor a minor official, he was just a madman and a bastard.

"I'll wipe your fucking foreign sect bastard!" A young man with a naked upper body grabbed an egg-sized stone in his hand and rushed to the audience, gritting his teeth and about to hit Dr. Li on it.

But a middle-aged man behind him grabbed the wrist, which was exposed by anger, and he shouted, "Don't do anything randomly, are you trying to kill someone? This is Dr. Li from the county town!"

"Yes, that's Dr. Li." Soon many people began to say this. Many locals finally recognized who this guy was covered in mud, and there were also many outsiders around them. They were all asking what this person was doing.

"Doctor is amazing, I'll do it! A scum traitor who joined the foreign sect to deceive his teachers and destroy his ancestors!" Someone in the crowd raised his arms and shouted. Although not many people agreed with this accent from other places, it aroused a burst of sneering from the crowd.

Then another sarcastic local voice sounded in the crowd: "Doctor Li, everyone knows your tragic matter in the county. Don't you also have a prostitute? You also prostitute a daughter!"

The sound made the crowd quiet for three seconds, then burst into laughter, as if gunpowder exploded. The men put down their hands holding mud and stones, staring at Dr. Li on the stage, and the fog started to rise above their heads as if they had just watched the performance. If the people here either like prostitution, they would like to listen to such lustful and messy stories.

Dr. Li was calm and wiped the mud juice from his face and shouted, "I did something wrong! So I am a sinner! I am a sinner! But I completely repented seven or eight years ago! I confessed my sin! Jesus forgives my sin! I have never committed a similar sin since then! I have rejected my past! Aren't you the same people as me? Can I repent, can't you? As long as you repent and believe in Jesus, our loving God will forgive you! Don't do such a serious sin that will make you die again after death!"

Few people in the audience were taught a lesson, and there were whistles, sarcasm, and laughter in the audience.

But few people continued to smash Dr. Li, because when he heard such a hypocritical hypocrite say these words, he was a wonderful actor and a clown. Everyone laughed so hard that they covered their stomachs, so they were reluctant to smash him.

"Why don't you repent? Are prostitution and prostitution the ancestors the only one who is the one who is glorious?" Seeing that Dr. Li had turned the situation, Elder Hou rushed to the edge of the stage and shouted at the people who were smiling and covering their stomachs.

"Repent! What is the meaning of prostitution/prostitution..." Dr. Li walked towards the platform.

"You bastards!" The business was ruined. The boss of the troupe also stood up while taking advantage of the vanity and shook the mud all over his sleeves. He was furious and rushed towards Dr. Li like a mad cow. He suddenly pushed Dr. Li's back with both hands. Dr. Li flew out like a kite, flew out of the platform that was one person high, and fell heavily into the mud below.

"Doctor Li!" Elder Hou and Zhang Bicheng next to him shouted together, but this made the red-eyed boss turn his head and rush towards them. Zhang Bicheng turned to the front and hid Elder Hou behind him.

Looking at the tall and big foreigner in front of him, Boss Li was stunned for a moment with a big knife in his hand. He probably couldn't beat him, so he didn't dare to kill someone or a foreigner, because if something happened to a foreigner, he would usually go to the court. Even if he was not a foreigner, he would not dare to go to the court. So in anger, the boss of the troupe screamed, turned around and jumped off the stage, and strode towards Dr. Li on the ground.

If you hit someone, you have to find a soft persimmon that can't beat you. No one understands this principle.

As soon as Dr. Li fell down, the crowds of people under the table immediately flashed out, causing Dr. Li to fall to the ground firmly.

Although there was mud and water below, it was pushed off by someone and it was very difficult to fall. Dr. Li struggled to get up, and he was already covered in mud and water like mud and monkeys.

At this time, the crowd who were originally mocking Doctor Li for being embarrassed and shouted "Okay" and then took a step back, making the circle bigger, because the boss of the troupe also jumped down with murderous intent, and everyone was waiting to watch the show.

Dr. Li was getting up from the ground with difficulty. The boss of the troupe slammed on the ground. The mud under his feet splashed around his feet like flames. Then he flew forward and kicked him forward, hitting Dr. Li in the face. Dr. Li snorted and was kicked over by the air, turning over, turning into a mud on his back.

Suddenly, the crowd was like a chicken blood. Even if they were not even able to cheer, they heard a buzzing sound. It was the sound of surprise gathering together. People standing outside the circle stood on tiptoe and admired the scene of beating people. The people in the middle were shorter and wanted to sharpen their heads and squeeze forward desperately. The people behind couldn't see the tiptoe and couldn't squeeze up, so they jumped up and watched. If a Chinese who had been to New Kingsoft, Australia (Melbourne), would be shocked and thought the crowd was full of kangaroos.

At this moment, Dr. Li was covered in mud and water from head to toe, like a mud monkey. The troupe boss cursed and inserted the knife back behind him, rolled up his sleeve, reached out to grab Dr. Li's wrist, and pulled him up, pulling him on the mud. He said that Shi Chi was about to hit him hard and hit Dr. Li with a heavy punch, lying back into the mud.

"Damn your mother, the traitor! Didn't you say that you would hit one side and let the other side be beaten? Show me out!" The boss of the troupe roared with his fists.

"Okay! Kill him! You have a good man from Heyuan! Fight!" The crowd immediately burst into cheers.

Encouraged by so many people around, the troupe owner felt his blood on his head and his eyes turned red. He stared at Dr. Li on the mud and shouted: "I won't beat you all over the ground today. I will talk to you as a bastard from the foreign sect!" As he said that, he lowered his body again, grabbed Dr. Li's hand, pulled him up again, and pulled his right fist back hard, preparing to hit the garbage mouth covered in mud and water like a hammer.

However, just when the atmosphere in the field reached its highest point, the boss of the troupe reached his limit with anger, and when he stopped and was about to bombard him, he suddenly grabbed the blue veins that were jumping around with one hand.

"Who?" The troupe boss glared back with his red eyes to see who dared to stop him.

Before I could see what was in front of me, I saw a black shadow wrapped in rain and howling towards me.

With a "bang", it sounded like kicking a water tank filled with water with feet. The troupe boss screamed, hugging his head with both hands and lowering his body. Before he could recall the pain of his head as if he was stuffed with a ball of muddy gunpowder, another powerful force came from his chest. The troupe boss hugged his head and fell into the mud with his back pressing against Dr. Li's feet, who had just been knocked down by him.

"Blood?" When the black shadows in the head were filled with poisonous fog, disappearing, filling, disappearing, and the ears were still tinnitus, Boss Li of the troupe forced himself to open his eyes, forcing one of his hands to pull off the head that was about to be cracked, and reached in front of him to see: his hands were covered with blood.

Sitting in the mud, he was shocked and angry and held back the pain in his head, and he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him: his face turned yellow and his face was very wrinkled. It seemed that after years of etching, he looked like a coolie; but his slightly bulging cheeks showed that this man had a good diet and could have meat, but he still had a blessing; he had a thorn on his mouth and was wearing a robe with one hand. Although the robe did not look good, He also compared the clothes around him with holes, like rags or rags, to the ground. Under the robe was a pair of leather shoes. Although it was stained with mud, from the naked/exposed place, the leather was still shining, and it was a pair of good shoes. His hands were behind him, and he could not see what he had attacked him just now. His eyes staring at him seemed to have a majesty containing cruelty, which made the boss sitting on the mud tremble all over.

"Friend...where did you come from?" the troupe owner asked in horror. He already knew that this person must be of the same kind, and the species was very high, and it was definitely not comparable to a native dog like him.

"I'm coming from the door!" the man sneered and said proudly.
Chapter completed!