Luoxiu Rice Method

I, Zhang San, am absolutely a good person!
I swear by the eight generations of my ancestors!
What!? My ancestral grave just exploded!?

Zhang San, please behave yourself!

Li Xuanmin heard Zhang San's words, his face a mix of shock and bewilderment.


The master had come over, wasn't he supposed to help him?


Why did he instead make him kneel down?


The next moment, Zhang San kicked Li Xuanmin.


Of course, this kick from me, Zhang San, was definitely not because you're my future son-in-law, but purely a master's earnest teaching.


As Li Xuanmin knelt down, Zhang San lashed him with a whip.


"Do you know why these people, hearing my name, just gave up?"


Li Xuanmin was still somewhat confused, but upon hearing his master's question, he did not dare not to answer.


"Because the master is strong, his reputation far-reaching, and hearing it they dare not bully you."


Zhang San lashed Li Xuanmin with the whip again.


This whip tore through the clothes on Li Xuanmin's body.
