Looking at Chen Feng with a natural look, Feng Long felt that he had been provoked.

"I'm so arrogant with a little strength. Do you know what the outcome of such a person is?" Feng Long stared at Chen Feng with his eyes gloomy, not caring whether he would answer.

He said it slowly word by word: "This kind of person usually dies miserably, being cut into skin by cramps and cut into pieces, and being cut into pieces with thousands of knives!"

In just one sentence, it is sinister and vicious.

He was also warning Chen Feng that if they did not follow their requirements, then don’t blame them for being ruthless.

"Is that true?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and looked dissatisfied: "I really want to try it. I hate others threatening me the most."

"But it doesn't matter, everyone who threatens me is dead."

Chen Feng didn't scare them or threaten them, but just tell the truth.

It sounded like Feng Long and others, but it changed a little.

"Are you provoking us?"

"If you think so, then whatever you want." Chen Feng didn't care at all, just what they thought.

"What a great show." A cold voice interrupted Feng Long's words, and the thin young man shook the folding fan and walked slowly over.

"I didn't expect that this mysterious world would be like this...so..." The thin young man stared at Feng Long, as if he was thinking about what words to use to describe him more appropriately.

After thinking for a minute, he suddenly closed the folding fan and pointed at Feng Long with the fan: "If a shameless person is really rare in the world."

"You are not your business here, don't meddle in other people's business." Feng Long stared at the thin young man, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

If it weren't for the people behind him, Feng Long wouldn't have let him be arrogant in front of him.

"I'm just seeing injustice." The thin young man didn't care about Feng Long's threat: "It's the first time I've met such a shameless person."

"I am your brother, who is coveting his treasure, so I find an opportunity to kill this brother."

"As a result, the skills are not as good as others. I was killed by someone. Are you here to compensate me again?"

"This is really shameless!" The thin young man looked at Feng Long with his long narrow eyes, and the folding fan in his hand was shaking, with a graceful and graceful look.

"Shut up!" Feng Long shouted angrily: "You don't have anything to say here."

"So what if I said?" The thin young man stood there, his weak body, as if a gust of wind could blow him.

"It's rare to be rushing to die." The person behind Feng Long stood up and tried to attack the thin young man.

"Since you want to die so much, I will give you my wish. Don't die with one punch. It's too boring." The man rubbed his fist, cracked his mouth, licked his lips, and looked intoxicated as if he was enjoying a big meal.

"Want to do it?" The thin young man seemed to see something fun, and a flush appeared on his pale face, looking excited.

"Cough cough." The thin young man pointed at them a few times, "Since they want to die so much, please help them."

"Yes, young master." The old and hoarse voice sounded, like the sound of a hacksaw scratching through the iron sheet, harsh and unpleasant.

The three people behind the thin young man stood up, as old as old tree bark.

Feng Long stared at the young man and never expected that things would develop to this point.

He originally wanted to use Zhao He's death to blackmail Chen Feng.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and targeted them everywhere, and even more he had to attack them if he had a disagreement.

"This little brother, this is a grudge between us and it has nothing to do with you."

"Why has nothing to do with me?" The thin young man was determined to get involved in this matter: "He is going to kill me, can't I fight back?"
Chapter completed!