Seeing the opportunity, FyrenZhang immediately gripped the hilt of the blade with both hands and pulled it outward with all his might.
Puh-!
Blood almost sprayed out, a stream of blood directly bared FyrenZhang's face.
"Senior brother really has plenty of blood! Senior brother admires you!"
OttoLong clutched his thigh and said with difficulty, "Bastard calf! You stabbed my artery!"
FyrenZhang said, "That's why there's more blood! Sifu held back for a while, it was only a couple hours drive from the downtown hospital. But the car is on the side of the mountain, Eldest Brother, can you walk to the mountainside by yourself?"
"FyrenZhang! You big brother!"
Flora was furious to the core.
Shouting, "Scumbag, I'll kill you!"
The short blade had already reached FyrenZhang's head before it was stopped by Sherry's long sword.
Flora was furious, "Sherry! What are you doing again? Can't you see that he stabbed the Young Lord?"
Sherry said, "Right and wrong, with Herbert old-timer around, you and I don't have to argue."
"You ... are mad at me!"
Herbert laughed loudly.
"Good good good! Not bad not bad not bad!"
OttoLong lay on the ground, covering his thighs, blood continuously flowing out from the place where his hands couldn't cover, "Master! Shifu is cheating, this round should be counted as his loss!"
FyrenZhang said, "How did I lose? How accurate was my stab? How much blood is there? Just tell me!"
OttoLong rolled all over the ground and roared, "It's my leg! My leg! The blood is mine too!"
FyrenZhang said, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, senior brother, you don't think I'd stab my own thigh, do you? Where in heaven is there such a fool?"
"Of course I stabbed myself! I'm all about stabbing myself!"
"Yeah, I stabbed you too, we both stabbed the same person, fair and square!"
Herbert nailed OttoLong's acupoints and put a little mysterious ointment on the wound.
Very magically, the bleeding stopped.
OttoLong barely stood up with Flora's help.
Herbert said, "I declare this round, FyrenZhang wins."
OttoLong was shocked, "On what grounds Master? It's clearly him who committed a foul?"
"Foul? No!"
OttoLong: "Even if it was bravery, I was braver than him, at least I stabbed myself! He didn't even stab himself!"
Herbert looks at OttoLong: "Who said this game is about courage? It's a match of wits, to see who's smart enough to get through!"
OttoLong's eyes widened, "So you're asking us to tell you the story of cutting the flesh?"
Herbert's eyes also widened, "Otto, can you hear bravery in this story? Do you hear and feel that these two are brave?"
"I ..." OttoLong couldn't speak.
"Then you ... than what should have been said in advance!"
Herbert looked at FyrenZhang: "Does it still need to be said?"
FyrenZhang shook his head, "Anyway, as soon as I heard you say it, Master, I knew that this game was a match for Wisdom, not for Bravery. Those two douchebags just don't have anything to do with the word 'courage'."
OttoLong was so angry that he was on the verge of crying.
It wasn't pain, it was aggravation!
Never let anyone fool around like that.
"Then you're gesticulating there for half a day, not daring to do it!?"
FyrenZhang was on the verge of crying as well:
"Elder brother!" FyrenZhang made a sad face: "What I want to stab is your leg! It's the leg of your Jianghu heroism, chivalry and tenderness! Do you think it's that easy for me to endure stabbing it?"
FyrenZhang pounds his chest, "I have to cheer myself up hard to get up the courage!"
OttoLong roars angrily, "You don't put up with you stabbing me in the aorta! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?"
FyrenZhang dabbed a bit of saliva in the corner of his eye, "Senior! It was you who shouted to me, a knife in, not even the root, a little blade don't stay outside ah!"
"You ... me ..."
"Without your encouragement and refueling, senior brother, I really can't go down, senior brother, you really are a high class person!"
Flora was half dead with anger: "FyrenZhang, I've never seen such an insidious and cunning, honey-mouthed villain like you! You are simply not a gentleman!"
FyrenZhang laughed, "Flora is really a good kid, scolding people can only be 'not a gentleman', haha."
Sherry walked over to FyrenZhang and said with concern, "Are you alright Fyren?"
Flora's face went into a grimace, "What could be wrong with him! He stabbed someone's thigh!"
FyrenZhang covered his heart, "It's just that he stabbed senior brother, and this heart of mine, it's vaguely aching."
Sherry nodded, "I can understand your inner struggle, conflict, pain and self-blame."
Flora gritted her teeth, "Which eye did you see him blaming himself!?"
"He cried." Sherry pointed to the corner of FyrenZhang's eye.
"That's spit! Spittle! He spit on himself in front of us!"
Sherry stomped her foot, "He just couldn't cry, so he used spittle instead! Why can't you understand Fyren's pain?"
OttoLong had been treated by Herbert and the bleeding had stopped by now.
He supported Flora, "No need to say more, next game!"
"Uh-huh." Herbert said, "Two lovers, who knows, in the twenty-four filial piety, the allusion to tasting dung and worrying?"
OttoLong narrowed his eyes: old thing, what are you doing!
FyrenZhang was also moving around in his mind:
[Holy shit, it's getting more and more exciting at a time ah].
Flora secretly said to OttoLong: "Young master, in the second round, we can only win, we can't lose."
"I understand." OttoLong sighed, "Two out of three, the first round was won by him Rai, the second round is his match point, if I lose again, there will be no third round. This round, I'm bound to win!"
FyrenZhang said, "Master, I know this story."
"In ancient times, there was a man named qinlou who became a county magistrate. After less than ten days in office, he felt panicky and sweaty, foreseeing that something must have happened at home, so he hurriedly resigned and returned home."
"When I returned home, it turned out that my father had been seriously ill for two days."
OttoLong took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and continued the story:
"The doctor told him that if he wanted to know the fortune of his condition, he only had to taste the feces, and if it was bitter, it meant that he was fine."
"But when qinlou tasted his father's feces, he found that it tasted sweet, and became worried inwardly. At night, he knelt down to worship the Big Dipper and prayed that he could die instead of his father."
FyrenZhang continued:
"A few days later, qinlou's father still died of illness. qinlou buried his father and kept mourning for three years."
After that, he sighed: "Truly a great filial son!"
Herbert also sighed: "Yes, people qinlou, because of worrying about his father's illness, willingly tasted dung, can you guys do that?"
FyrenZhang immediately said, "Of course I can! Once a teacher, always a father, you are the same as my father, to talk about filial piety, my disciple will never be ambiguous!"
OttoLong thought for a moment, "Master, this time we're comparing 'filial piety', right? Not ... than wisdom, courage and so on, right? Don't I cool a meal, turn around you two say I'm a doudoune moncler, not with this kind of fun."
Herbert said, "What is this called words? Twenty-four filial piety, twenty-four filial piety, this time the competition is filial piety. I'll just look at you two, hey, who has this filial piety."
Herbert casually pulled out a pile of shit from behind his back, "Nah! This is the result of what I did yesterday, you ... who's first?"
FyrenZhang immediately said, "I'll go first!"
And then glanced triumphantly at OttoLong.
OttoLong clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "I'll go first!"
I can't lose!
The upper four doors ... are related to my martial arts luck in this life!
And Herbert Lao Deng was right, the ups and downs of a few rounds have caused my strength to slip greatly, and if I miss another opportunity, I'm afraid that I'll be stuck in the middle four gates for the rest of my life, as a mediocre martial artist.
This result, I absolutely cannot accept!
Han Xin can suffer the humiliation of the crotch, I ... I must also have the spirit of a strong man before I can do it.
At present, the only thing that can make me stabilize my upper four gate cultivation is this eccentric master.
This level is the most important one in my life, I must break through!
As long as I pass this hurdle, down the road, with my talent and cultivation, I won't lose to anyone!
FyrenZhang said, "Elder brother, you were first in the last round, so it should be my turn in this round, right?"
OttoLong said, "Don't mention the last game to me, I'm still angry! I bled more in the last game, I'll go first!"
FyrenZhang laughed: "Senior brother is going to have a tonic?"
OttoLong blushed, "Don't you dare!"
Herbert said, "Alright, don't argue. Fyren won the last game, this game's first hand should be given to Otto, Otto, go for it, Master is optimistic about you!"
"Yes!"
The determination is made and the opportunity is there, but ...
This thing ... it ... has difficulty ah!
Although OttoLong has fallen into a cesspool and is considered to have had experience, this kind of thing ...
OttoLong looked at the pile of shit, and said Master You do not love me, you have to love me can not whole so much.
FyrenZhang followed OttoLong's example just now and started cheering from the sidelines.
"Eat it, no one will grab it from you this time, ouch, what are you looking at? Master's shit, for Master's sake, say what you have to try."
"Aigoo, this anxious person ah! Don't be hesitant, don't just watch! Close your eyes, cross your heart, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak.
"Are you unfilial to your master? Other qinlou are not as slow as you are! You have to learn from the ancient great filial son ah? Or do you dislike Master's old man?"
"Just tell me, do you want to use chopsticks or a spoon?"
OttoLong's eyes turned red and glared at FyrenZhang, "You shut up!"
Then ... began.
OttoLong was disgusted at first, then went into a frenzy.
Crying and thinking at the same time:
Up to four doors!
My ambition! My grandeur of domination! My great future of King's Landing!
To the dream! For the future!
What's this humiliation?
If you are a man, you must be able to take what you can get and let go of what you can't. You can't be a man until you've eaten bitter shit!
This game must be won, to leave FyrenZhang and the old man speechless!
OttoLong finished his operation, his face full of tears, "It's okay!?"
Looking up, everyone went to throw up.
OttoLong clasped his fists and arched his hands, kneeling on one knee, "Master, the apprentice has tasted it, Master's body, no harm done!"
Herbert holds onto a big rock and keeps puking.
FyrenZhang vomited, turned back and said, "Senior brother you ... people are tasting feces worry, not eating feces worry, you taste a mouthful of it on the line, you are given to build no ... my God! ... too disgusting ... vomit wow ..."
Herbert turned back: "Filial piety and courage both need brains! Why are you eating like a mad dog? I'm testing your filial piety, not your eating capacity ah big brother ... vomit wow ..."
OttoLong stood up at once: "And you guys didn't say so earlier!?"
Turning back, he said angrily, "Flora! You don't stop me!?"
Flora cried, "I did, and when I stopped you, you told me to get lost and that I would interrupt your chi ... vomit wow ..."
Sherry also said, "Fyren, let's admit defeat, this game is too disgusting."
FyrenZhang nodded: "Concede and concede, big brother is livestock, can't compare, there's no way to compare this ... vomit wow ..."
OttoLong cried and yelled, "I'll fight you guys! Ah--!"