Everything in front of him happened too quickly, too far beyond Ze Yuhui's expectations. He never expected that Mr. Zhou and Han Bingyu would meet, and he did not expect that there would be such a deep hatred between the two, and they would fight after a disagreement.

But what surprised him was that Mr. Zhou was completely defeated by a seemingly weak woman in the fight just now, and was directly knocked away without any resistance, which greatly changed his understanding of Mr. Zhou's strength.

There is a saying in the Song Dynasty: If you lack strength, friends will help you; if you are in trouble, friends will support you. Adhering to the spirit of traditional virtues, Kunpeng, an ancient ferocious beast that is already bloodthirsty, finally couldn't help but feel the desire for battle and wanted to join the battle impatiently.

A new battle is about to break out.

"The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear", Ze Yuhui just woke up from all kinds of surprises and found that if he did not help in time (of course, the so-called action is not that he beat Han Bingyu in the past, but that he promptly grabbed Kunpeng and comforted Kunpeng's anxious heart through appropriate language expressions.), the situation may be out of control.

"Uncle Kunpeng, don't be impulsive!" When Ze Yuhui saw Kunpeng, who was gradually becoming more murderous, walked towards Han Bingyu, she rushed over and pulled him away.

"Calm down, calm down, Uncle Kunpeng... Come, slowly adjust your breathing, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale... OK, do it again." Seeing that the enthusiasm for battle in Kunpeng's eyes has not been reduced, Ze Yuhui suddenly thought of her own breathing therapy that can comfort her irritable emotions when she was beaten to the point of being beaten by Zhuang Zun, she created a breathing therapy that can comfort her irritable emotions very effectively.

As long as you don’t lag behind your thoughts, there are always more methods than difficulties. From Kunpeng’s reaction, Ze Yuhui’s method is very effective.

Finally, just as the bubbles that were only produced when he was sleeping soundly emerged from Kunpeng's nostrils, Mr. Zhou, with a dark face, came from a distance to Ze Yuhui and gently touched his forehead.

"This child doesn't have a fever either. Why did his brain suddenly break down? Or have he been too excited these days and become stupid?" Mr. Zhou muttered in a low voice.

"You are all old, why are you so young and energetic, and you can fight at any time?" Ze Yuhui pushed away the hand that Mr. Zhou put on his forehead and said dissatisfiedly.

"Ah? What happened just now?" Kunpeng, who had lost Ze Yuhui's comfort and woke up from hypnosis, asked blankly.

....

"Can you leave me some time to show off and listen to me finish my words before hitting me?" Ze Yuhui shouted at the three of them in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, yes, please start your performance now." The three of them answered surprisingly consistently, and then they went backwards and left the stage to Ze Yuhui.

"Uh, you really don't have to be that far away. The stage doesn't need to be too big, otherwise I have to speak at the top of my throat." Ze Yuhui looked at the three people who were about to disappear from her sight and shouted loudly.

"Uncle Zhou, Uncle Kunpeng..." Ze Yuhui opened her mouth, but couldn't call out the name of the woman in white.

"Han Bingyu." Mr. Zhou said when he saw this, causing Han Bingyu to roll his eyes.

"Well, Sister Bingyu, you can call me Yuhui."

The soft "sister" sounded like a gentle bomb, and the delicate body of Han Bingyu burst into pieces, and the ice wrapped around her heart instantly melted. When she saw Ze Yuhui's extremely pure and bright eyes full of sincerity, she was completely moved, and the corners of her eyes were wet.

People who have not experienced endless loneliness and despair cannot experience the great charm of true feelings. The emotion that has to be restrained is comparable to a flood and a beast once it breaks.

Since its birth in the bitter and cold, I have endured solitude for many years. Although there are creatures with limited wisdom like Daxue and Xiaoxue, they are more for seeking shelter. Now, a little boy who has hurt and is using it sweetly called her "sister", which made her fall.

"Sister Bingyu, Sister Bingyu, Sister... Why are you crying?" Ze Yuhui saw Han Bingyu who was suddenly stunned, and came to her side, shook her arm gently, and called intimately.

"Ah! It's okay, it's okay, the wind is strong, and the sand blows into my eyes." Han Bingyu was lost for a moment, knowing that he is incompetent, and explained at a loss. But he was thinking in his heart: "Oh, it's so sweet. Don't scream, don't scream, you've heard it a long time ago!"

Mr. Zhou and Kunpeng, who were standing aside, couldn't help but stare at Han Bingyu's expression of embarrassment: This is a reaction only for women in love! Could it be... the two looked at each other, and their eyes were full of surprise: Can a woman be conquered by a word of sister?

"Ah? It's all snow here, there's no sand! Otherwise, I'll give you a blow, sister." The innocent look in Ze Yuhui's eyes made Mr. Zhou and Kunpeng sigh in his heart: I'm quite good at picking up girls, boy!

When Han Bingyu was asked this, he almost nodded in agreement and said hurriedly: "No, no, no." But his body seemed to bend slightly towards Ze Yuhui.

"Okay, since that's the case, can I start?" Ze Yuhui said.

Kunpeng and Mr. Zhou looked at Han Bingyu with a smile, and the three of them nodded together and said yes.

"My parents died since childhood and were taken away by a bad person. I endured torture every day... Uh... I'm sorry, the signal is bad, and I'm running away. Let's start over."

"Yuhui, what happened during this period? Didn't she hurt your Uncle Ge and Aunt Ge?" Seeing Ze Yuhui so uncontrollable, Old Zhou couldn't help but point at Han Bingyu and asked.

"You use your middle finger to point at me again, believe it or not, I will kill you!" The previous tenderness was instantly replaced by fierce and fierceness, and Han Bingyu once again showed his nature.

When Mr. Zhou heard of Han Bingyu's intimidation, he was so scared that he hid behind Kunpeng.

"Old Mr. Zhou, can you wait until I finish speaking before speaking?" Ze Yuhui said mercilessly.

"Okay, okay, you say first..."

Next, Ze Yuhui vividly told Lao Zhou and Kunpeng what he had experienced in a vivid way.

...

After a long time of silence, the three of them looked at Ze Yuhui who stopped talking in the middle of the stage, staring at her big eyes and kicking at her small eyes.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Yuhui, are you thirsty? Come on, I'll grab a handful of snow for you, and you can eat it first to quench your thirst." Kunpeng asked when he saw that Ze Yuhui didn't speak for a long time.

"I've finished speaking. According to the process, isn't it time to ask questions? Haven't you watched TV?" Ze Yuhui asked.

The three of them shook their heads at the same time.

"No, you are so poor that you can't even afford to buy a TV!" Ze Yuhui looked at the three of them with pity as if she saw a pauper.

"You just said that Han Bingyu was forced to go to the town to check the situation, right?" Mr. Zhou asked quickly as if he was afraid that others would know that there was really no TV in his house.

"yes."

"Are you finished speaking?"

"right."

"How do you prove that Han Bingyu is forced by others?" No. 2 judge, Kunpeng, asked.

"It was my sister who told me!" Ze Yuhui replied naively.

"..." Ze Yuhui should be grateful because he had just taught Kunpeng the respiratory therapy to regulate his emotions. Otherwise, with Kunpeng's violent temper, Ze Yuhui had already flew out in a parabola.

"My sister of the No. 3 judge, is there anything to ask?" Ze Yuhui asked when she saw Han Bingyu who was laughing secretly.

"Sister thinks your performance and answers are very good! There are no questions to ask you." Han Bingyu's eyes were full of little stars.

"Since you have no questions to ask me, then I have a few questions here to ask you." Ze Yuhui pointed at Mr. Zhou and Kunpeng and said.

If it weren't for seeing Han Bingyu looking at the two of them with disdain, they might have been hurt (additional explanation: the person is Ze Yuhui).

"Brother Zhou, I just mentioned that Sister Bingyu was forced to go to the town and then captured me here. Do you know who this person is?" Ze Yuhui asked in a mysterious way.

"I don't know." Mr. Zhou responded. Mr. Zhou's heart is full of collapse now: Isn't this the question I just asked him?

"Okay, Yuhui, don't keep us from keeping us in a silence. Tell us everything you know quickly." Kunpeng, who was beside him, said with a stern face on his face.

From this chapter on, the novel style will go further and further on the road of funny and creative imagination.
Chapter completed!