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The patriarch remained calm in the room for an hour.

No, he played handjob for half an hour and took a cold shower for half an hour. He tortured himself inhumanely for a total of one hour.

A man who forces himself to abstinence is miserable.

It wasn't until the sun went down, the sky was getting dark, and Dusk quietly climbed up the window that the patriarch realized that he was hungry.

It's not that he's hungry, it's that his prey is hungry.

The little guy scratched the door of his room and whispered, "Brother, my stomach is rumbling..."

The patriarch sighed: "..." I'm so annoying.

After a pause, the little fairy came again, "Really, brother, I'm hungry," Little Furong said coquettishly, "If you don't believe me, listen to it."

He pressed his little belly against the door like a mentally retarded man, thinking that the screams in his belly could reach his brother's ears through the thick door.

The patriarch ignored him.The patriarch committed suicide again.

The gray plane flew straight up to the sky, soaring and flying thousands of miles high, and it couldn't be beaten no matter how hard it was hit.

The man had no choice but to increase his hand speed to [-] mph, "Ah... ah~~~"

Beads of sweat were densely covered, and there was a force rampaging in his body. He accelerated again and used the long-lost Foshan Wuying Hand, "Ah, ah——!"

After another half an hour, the matter was properly resolved, and the patriarch finally opened the door and walked out.He exudes icy low air pressure all over his body, causing everything within a hundred meters in diameter to frost in vain.

Little Furong was a little apprehensive, not only didn't dare to stick to it, but also didn't dare to talk to her, she just silently followed behind the patriarch like a little tail.

Little Furong is afraid that the patriarch will hate him: ﹏ shuddering.jpg

The patriarch took the policy of disregard to the extreme, and didn't even pay the slightest attention to the other party, as if the little hibiscus was a transparent air, invisible and intangible.

The man changed his clothes, took only a wallet and keys, and went out.

Before leaving, the patriarch wrapped the refrigerator with iron chains for several weeks and locked it.After all, there are a lot of contraband in it... (Human remains

"Brother—!" Little Furong rushed out of the corridor, trying to stop him.

But the patriarch still left without looking back, walking away step by step, his back hidden in the silent night.

The whole night, little Furong stayed in the living room and refused to sleep, looking forward to her brother's return with teary eyes.It's not because I'm too hungry, or because the moonlight is too cold, but because I miss it.

Little Furong misses her brother very much.Missing is a kind of thing that follows like a shadow, entangled him tightly, and made him a person with a pure mind and a carefree life.

When the patriarch came back, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Late at night, very quiet.

Hearing the rustling sound of the door opening, the little Furong, who had been crying sluggishly, realized that the person she had been looking forward to had come back, so he jumped up and rushed to open the door.

The door opened, and when he was about to throw himself into the opponent's arms and cry, "Brother, don't want me", he was startled by the person in front of him.

The patriarch in front of him looks like a medieval European farmer.

On the man's left shoulder is a rice bag of onions, on his right shoulder is a sack of peppers, two big fat chickens are hanging around his neck, and a cow is on his back.

Yes, you read that right, a whole cow.

"Brother..." Little Furong had tears in her eyes, (???????????) pear blossoms with rain.jpg

The patriarch said weakly: "Don't block the door, let me go in and put down the things first, this cow is very heavy."

He had just caught the cow with his bare hands.Well, barehanded.

When he was going out, he wanted to make a delicious meal for Little Furong, so he went to the market to buy vegetables like a normal person.But when he arrived at the market, it was almost closed, but there were still onions and peppers, and the beef had already been sold out.

The patriarch felt worried: No beef, no, little Furong said she wanted to eat the beef in the recipe.So he consulted the old counselor for advice.

The old counselor was scratching his feet at home, and said to his master on the phone: "I will buy it tomorrow morning, and I will buy it tomorrow."

The patriarch said firmly: "I can't wait, I want it now."

The old counselor was speechless: "...then I don't know where to get it for you. We are not witches, and we don't know magic."

"What's the use of you," the patriarch angrily hung up the phone.

The old counselor was wronged: (??灬??)....There is no other way...

The patriarch was troubled and stubborn.He was going to get beef anyway.Because his little Furong said that he wanted to eat fried beef with onions.

The heart will not die until the Yellow River.So the patriarch drove for two hours to a cattle farm in the suburbs, planning to get a cow there and slaughter it himself.

I heard that the off-the-shelf ones are relatively fresh.very good.

But the problem came again. It was past ten o'clock when he arrived at the farm, and there was no one in the farm.Still can't buy it.

The patriarch was extremely disappointed: (ФwФ) fell!

But no, he still refused to give up, he felt that he could never go back like this, because his little Furong wanted to eat fried beef with onions.

So the patriarch must get beef.must.must!

With the will to see death as home, the patriarch tried his best to climb over the big iron gate of the farm, quietly tiptoed in small steps, and sneaked into the farm to look for cattle.

The cows in the farm were snoring to meet Zhou Gong, and no one noticed that the crisis of death was approaching.

Niu Niu: ￣o￣ZZZzzzzz...

In the deep night, the cold wind blew through the man's hair, and the patriarch's handsome face was outlined by the cold moonlight. He stood in the night, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

Hunting for opportunities is a skill that every cannibal must master.

The patriarch hid in the dark, staring at the sleeping scalper in front of him, with a greedy blue light in his eyes.

Half a moment later, the patriarch squinted: [′-ι_-｀?] The hunters were dispatched.

The martial arts movie BGM starts.

Be quick and ruthless, the man is like a fierce and bloodthirsty lion, slamming at the sleeping ox.The ferocious force and the swiftness were enough to scare the cow out of his mind.

Niu Niu who was awakened by the fright: (???????????)?...moo? ?

The man grabbed the scalper's neck with one move, and tried his best: lock the throat, cut the elbow, scissors the legs, and the moves were fatal.

Niu Niu was terrified: ...Fucking crazy!

Niu Niu resisted fiercely, shaking his limbs and head desperately, like a martyr defending her chastity, swearing to die.The herd of cattle in the farm was greatly alarmed, "mooing" one after another, noisy and shrill.

"Ah----!!!" The patriarch fought, like a charging warrior, for the person he cared about.

"Aw——!!!" The cow also fought hard, calling out the voice of a wolf, in order to survive this miserable night.

At this moment, the situation is changing, and one person and one bull are staged a fierce Spanish beast fight in the dark night. This is a contest of life and death!This is a confrontation of blood and tears!

An hour later, Niu Niu was no match for the epileptic dog, and he was so tired that he was stunned.When Niu Niu was dying, the patriarch also ran out of battery.

Patriarch: ×_× I’m out of breath...

The man was wounded, thinking to himself, I really can't hold on any longer, will the patriarch just die here?Got run over by a cow?Are you exhausted?

Despair is pervasive.

Vaguely, the face of little Furong appeared in the patriarch's mind, white and clean, harmless to humans and animals, so cute with every frown and smile.

But now, such a cute little baby, he said he was hungry.

The little baby is hungry at home... No, the patriarch must get beef!Hungry no one can starve my baby!

As a result, the patriarch rose up again as if he had been injected with thousands of milliliters of chicken blood.The patriarch broke his voice: "Ah——! Go——!"

Dust was billowing, and he wrestled with the [-]-jin scalper with bare hands for [-] rounds.The scene was very tragic at one point, scaring the rats who had poked their heads out to see the excitement back into their holes.

Two 10 minutes later.

The blood bar of the cow is exhausted: (×-×) pawn.

Patriarch: Win.

Nima, finally exhausted the scalper to death.The patriarch slumped on the feed trough at his feet, panting heavily, and he himself was exhausted.

Sure enough, he was getting old, and his fighting power was not as good as before, and he had to fight with a cow for a long time.

After dragging the booty, the patriarch is going home to feed the children.

But he didn't forget the important things.Before leaving, the patriarch planned to leave a sum of money in the farm as a purchase of the cow.

The patriarch is an upright gentleman, and has never been greedy for money or stealing.Now it is treason for him to take it for himself without asking. He took away a big yellow ox for no reason, so he must keep the money for buying the ox.

equivalent transaction.

The patriarch doesn't know how much a human cow sells for, but he thinks, after all, it is a life, and a life is very precious.

So he took off a Patek Philippe from his hand and hung it on the iron gate of the farm.

Before leaving, he also caught two chickens at the chicken farm next door.Because he remembered that Little Furong also said that he wanted to eat spicy fried chicken.

It's easier to be a chicken than a cow.It's at your fingertips.The patriarch held one in each hand, and chicken feathers fell all over the floor.

Similarly, equivalent transactions.

The patriarch doesn't know how much a human chicken sells for, but there are two lives here, so he guessed it, and counted a stack of red grandpa Mao from his wallet, and pressed it under the stone in the chicken farm.

Under the moonlight, the messy man returned home with a full load, smiling foolishly like a fat man weighing two hundred catties.

The author says:

Three hundred rounds of unarmed fighting with a bull, maybe this is Ji (beep...is love?