"Scented meat? But dog meat?"

Zhao Qi swallowed his saliva and looked at Yang Yu. Seeing that he had a expressionless face, his heart suddenly broke out.

Fragrant meat originally refers to dog meat.

But there is another secret meaning...

"Go in and take a look."

Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, lifted the curtain and got out of the car.

Walking straight into the fence yard, the smell of meat became more and more puffy, but he couldn't help frowning.

"Customer, please come in!"

Several big men looked at each other, especially when Yang Yu's waist was bulging, his eyes were even brighter.

Zhao Qi and Jiang both looked at each other and locked the prisoners in the tree next to them with iron chains, and then followed with caution.

"not busy!"

Prison Yang stopped in front of the door, glanced roughly, and asked:

"What kind of meat is being cooked in your pot?"

"Dog meat is gone, and the gods can't stand firmly. Isn't fragrant meat just dog meat?"

The two big men laughed and pointed at the corner of the wall.

There were bloodstains and dog skins thrown around there.

Yang Zhuo sneered:

"I heard before that those who eat rice and meat have more fragrant meat, or some call it fragrant meat, or some called it rice meat. Isn't it?"

Zhao Qi and Jiang Du's faces turned blue. When they smelled the smell of meat, they couldn't help but retching.

The other people and the Iron Sword Sect had some unknown knowledge, but when they saw the reactions of others, they all guessed what was being boiled in the pot.

They all leaned over and started to retreat immediately.

But they didn't eat anything along the way, and they couldn't vomit anything even if they retching.

Among them, there were at least several lives in their hands, but at least they were warriors who had changed their blood. No matter how hard they were, they were not as good as eating this thing.

Although I have heard of it before, I saw it with my own eyes and almost vomited out all the bitter gallbladder.

"Yo? The official is still an expert?"

The big man looked at everyone's reaction and smiled fiercely:

Before he finished speaking, a group of people came out in the tavern, with swords in his hands, and surrounded Yang Yu and others with a grim smile.

"Let's wait!"

Yang Yu sneered in his face and was about to have an attack when he heard a female voice coming from the tavern.

Immediately, a half-old Xu girl who was applying inferior blush twisted her waist and walked out. She first glanced at the prisoners outside the fence, and then at Yang Yu.

A sudden burst in my heart.

"I dare to ask the official, but his surname is Yang?"

The old Xu Mom was scolding the men indiscriminately, and then asked with a smile on her face.

"You can tell me! This is Mr. Yang! Liu Ke, a three-foot-foot-sized man in Heishan City, has heard of it? But it was my Mr. Yang who cut it into two pieces with one knife!"

Yang Yu looked at him coldly, and Zhao Qi had already responded loudly.

"Yang beheaded?!"

Everyone changed their faces. The man before was even more scared and his face turned pale and he staggered back a few steps.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

The old lady was also scared and lost her vigor and apologized repeatedly:

"Mr. Yang, don't blame me. I don't know if these fools are you. I offend you so much, I hope you can forgive me."

As he said that, without waiting for Yang Yu to respond, he punched and kicked the people beside him and cursed:

"I'm so worried about the pig, why don't you prepare wine and food for Mr. Yang quickly, good wine and good food, hurry up!"

The crowd nodded and bowed, as if they were scared.

"I'll ask you."

Yang Yu's eyes twitched slightly: "Yang beheaded, who did you call this number?"

"this…"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

"It's windy outside, let's go in and sit for a while?"

The old lady was squeezing, but when she saw Yang Yu said coldly, she looked at the big pot, and cursed the two idiots in her heart.

I can only explain with a bit of an hour:

"Master Yang, don't listen to the stupid guy's nonsense. Our shop is a serious shop. In fact, it's actually dog ​​meat..."

"Yeah?"

Yang Yu's mouth sneered, pointing at the curved black hair rolling in the broth, saying:

"How many yellow dogs, where do you get the black hair?"

“Yes, is there?”

The woman was calm and calm, her soft breasts were pressed against Yang Yu's arm, and she smiled and said:

"Maybe I had a black dog stewed before, but the pot was not washed clean? Mr. Yang, the wine and food are ready, please do you please?"

The rest of the people in the tavern also smiled, thinking that when they heard rumors about the people in front of them, their hearts were beating like a drum.

The woman's heart was getting deeper and deeper when she saw Yang Yu's movement, and her smile froze:

"Master Yang...ah!"

Bang!

The voice and screams came to an abrupt end.

The smiles on the other people's faces froze, and they looked blankly at the woman whose head was hammered into her chest, as if she was struck by lightning.

Indifferently, he withdrew his palm and let the blood tick.

"As the saying goes, don't hit people with smiley faces..."

Yang Yu's eyes were cold and his face was full of disgust:

"But you are human beings?"

The blood and energy entered the Niwan, and his five senses were much more sensitive than ordinary people. Almost as they entered the yard, they could already feel the extremely rich and bloody smell in this tavern.

"You are not Sun Erniang, and Yang is not Wu Erlang."

Yang Yu glanced coldly and his murderous aura was everywhere.

"ah!"

After being shocked, the fierce men in the tavern all screamed like crazy.

But before they could move, Yang Yu took action like lightning, and he showed no mercy. He raised his hand and knocked the two guys' chests to collapse, and then hit the elbow with a counterattack.

He shocked the person behind him to cough up blood and flew backwards.

With Yang Yu’s current martial arts, the guy who only changed his blood at best was Feng Juan Canyun.

When Zhao Qi and others came to their senses, the inside and outside of the tavern were in a mess, with casualties and bloody smells strong.

"Yang, Mr. Yang..."

Only the man who had previously smiled and introduced "scented meat" to Yang Yu to fall to the ground.

He shook like sieve bran, the yellow soup flowed all over the floor, and the snot and tears flowed:

"Give me your life, let me go, grandpa..."

He was almost scared to death and felt endless regret in his heart.

If he had known that it was such a evil star, he would not dare to provoke him anyway.

He didn't expect that the officials who are now so cruel, ten times more vicious than the rumors.

"Those refugees didn't escape..."

He pulled a piece of wine flag and wiped his palms. Yang Yu's face was dull, but he sighed in his heart.

I truly feel the difficulty of walking for ordinary people.

So what if you escape Montenegro?

Without the capital to travel around the world, even if you don’t starve to death, you will be slaughtered and sold meat, which is extremely miserable.
To be continued...