Chapter 122 (1/2)

The man has gold under his knees, not to mention being as arrogant as his Fengqing, not to mention kneeling to the despicable Fengyi.

Abandon dignity and kneel?

Ignore Gu Zhao's life and don't kneel?

Feng Qing decided to flash in her head. Feng Qing straightened her waist and immediately bent her knees to kneel down.

Gu Zhao's mouth was flat. He waved his hand angrily. The tower flew out of his palm and hit Feng Yi's handsome face.

With a puff, the dirty blood splashed on Gu Zhao's face.

Without Feng Yi carrying Gu Zhao, Gu Zhao did a free fall.

Feng Qing's heart went up to his throat. Without thinking, his body reacted naturally. He tried his last strength to catch Gu Zhao.

Gu Zhaomei's eyes are crooked. The little guy likes this dangerous extreme sport very much.

Feng Qing gently glared at Gu Zhao, ”you can't scare your uncle anymore. Your uncle's healthy body will be damaged by you.”

Come a few more times. Feng Yi doesn't have to rack his brains to think about tricks to kill Feng Qing. Feng Qing will have a sudden heart attack and die.

Gu Zhao pedaled his calf. ”My uncle has been vomiting blood. My uncle's health is not good. I have to take bitter medicine.”

Gu Zhao pinched his small nose and wrinkled his small face. He was afraid of bitter medicine.

Feng Qing smiled, this lovely baby!

A big one, a small one, a warm one. After a while, Feng Yi, who was beyond recognition, stumbled back.

”Smelly boy, smelly boy, you ruined my face.”

Feng Yi despised everything he owned except his handsome face.

Now, the only thing he is satisfied with, the only thing he cares about, has been inadvertently destroyed by Gu Zhao.

Feng Yi was so angry that he was full of thousands of ways to kill Gu Zhao.

Gu Zhao jumped out of Feng Qing's arms and waved his small hands back and forth, focusing on Feng Yi's face.

The appearance of a dog is also a curse to keep that face.

Feng Yi screamed repeatedly, and viscous blood splashed around.

His majesty and Gu Lei hid aside and were stunned.

The tower bombarded Feng Yi's bloody smelly face for a moment. Gu Zhao's hands were sour and panting. He stopped and gasped with one hand against Feng Qing's thigh.

Feng Yi couldn't believe it. This time he was always prepared and strategized. Finally, he lost. More importantly, he lost not to Feng Qing, but to Feng Qing's son.

He can't even win Feng Qing's son, let alone defeat Feng Qing.

After more than ten years of failure, Feng Yi was greatly hit. He shouted up to the sky to express his resentment, depression, unwillingness and hatred.

”Ah, shouldn't I lose? I can't lose? Why did I lose? ”

”Heaven is not good to me. He Shengliang is born with Yu. There is Feng Qing at home. Why should there be me?”

”God, you are so cruel to me.”

”I lost to a suckling child.”

”Hehe, is there anything more ridiculous in the world? Ha ha, ha ha... Ah... ”

Feng Yi's laughter stopped suddenly.