Banquet of the generals in the wandering rivers and lakes

What Jing was talking about was the shortcomings of his dish, but he glanced at Lan Jing and said, "What's the matter, who is letting who wait and see now?"

Baili Xuanhu was eating shredded chicken while looking at his big apprentice.

Lan Zong was helpless by his master, so he could only say annoyedly: "I know, I know, this time I lost, let's make it!"

Baili Xuanhu smiled, and touched Lan Xun's head with his other clean hand. "Stone is the best."

Xiao San went on to say, "Since you admit defeat, you have to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Lan Xun obediently was touched by Baili Xuanhu.

Xiaosan said earnestly: "From now on, never point a sword at me. If you point at me again, I will bleed. I don't care whose disciple you are. I will stab you to death from behind with a halberd!"

Lan Zong raised his chin and said, "If you can't hold a sword, how about pointing it at you?"

"Not even a knife!"

"What about bows and arrows?"

"Bows and arrows don't work either!" Xiaosan was still very serious.

Lan Xing looked at Xiao San's slapped face with a serious look, and couldn't help laughing. "Where's the meteor hammer?"

"No!"

"Where's the mace?"

"No!"

"Where's the rope dart?"

"Damn it, you're never finished!" The little third master didn't have much patience in the first place, and he would indeed be provoked by Lan Xun.

He patted the plate of shredded chicken meat on Lan Xun's face, and Lan Xun touched the ground with her toes, and flew back far away, smiling happily.

The shredded chicken meat was about to fall to the ground, but Baili Xuanhu used some tricks, and the next moment the dish of shredded chicken meat was in Baili Xuanhu's hands.

"The quarrel is the quarrel, don't waste this plate of shredded chicken, I think it's delicious, Er, don't you think so?" Baili Xuanhu said.

"En." Ah Er replied, chewing on shredded chicken.