"Okay." Old Tao nodded, holding the tree with one hand and holding the gun with the other. He stood up and said to Zhao Jun: "Young man, take off the pig's thighs."

"Oh my God." Zhao Jun rolled his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Old man, you are like this, what more do you want?"

Old Tao pursed his lips and said, "I don't want it. I'm thinking I'll take these two thighs back to you."

Zhao Jun shook his head. Originally, he wanted to take it back to Ma Liang for a look, but now he has to carry the old man on his back for a while, fearing that he won't be able to hold the thigh.

But the old Tao Tou repeatedly asked Zhao Jun to unload the pig legs. Zhao Jun could only say: "Old man, my family is not short of meat. There are still two old sows buried in heavy snow jars in our yard."

"Where did you get so many wild boars in your house? What's going on?" Old Tao Tou's curiosity suddenly aroused, and he chased Zhao Jun and asked.

Zhao Jun helped him to the acceptance group and told him the story of Zhao Youcai and the four pig hunting gods along the way. The old Tao's eyes were filled with excitement after hearing this.

"Young man!" When he heard that the pig god had not been killed, Old Tao Tou suddenly stopped, grabbed Zhao Jun's hand, and said: "When will your father go to beat the pig god again? Can you let me

He took it with me."

"Let's wait until later." Zhao Jun responded casually.

"When will it be in the future?" Old Taotou continued to ask unwillingly.
Chapter completed!