Chapter 474 (1/2)

Unfortunately, he Feng, the protagonist of this book, doesn't care about acting.

His major is not right, and he doesn't rely on this thing to eat. Why care about this thing?

Looking at the misty son who still clenched his teeth and killed him, he Feng has made up his mind to give him some pain and let him know what is a fist the size of a sandbag?

Fingers were pinched to make a sound, and misty son was anxious to cry.

Because he really didn't understand what was going on.

What's going on? What bullshit fantasy? He really doesn't know?

Suddenly, misty son suddenly had a flash in his mind. Then he widened his eyes, pointed to He Feng in front of him and said, ”are you looking at this good and want to occupy it?”

He Feng was slightly stunned.

His appearance, in the eyes of misty son, has become a sign of being stabbed through his heart, which is a guilty conscience.

”Well, I know what you are here and what the dreamland is. It's clear that you want to find a reason to forcibly occupy me, right?” piaomiko asked loudly with a cry.

”I'll go and TMD learn how to splash dirty water. You're still learning fast!” He Feng was just ready to use his fist. Now he rolled up his sleeves and flattened his trouser legs, ready to use both hands and feet.

They just misunderstood each other.

The misunderstanding continues to deepen.

Misty son is desperate. He just thinks that the sky is busy for me!

”I'll give you the house, OK? Let's talk straight? Don't make me tremble when I'm not in a fairyland.” misty son said crazily.

It seems that he is very sensible and knows he can't beat He Feng, so he can only do so.

Unfortunately, he Feng really doesn't mean anything about his house, so his words are really useless.

He Feng's big fists and 43 size shoes left fists and footprints on misty Zi's body, beard, face and Taoist robe.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was just as misty as an expert, and it was like an old man begging.

So it's not much better than the wandering master just found.

After a fight, piaomizi didn't fight back, because he knew it was useless to fight back, and he could only suffer a greater blow.

Moreover, it seems that he Feng doesn't intend to kill himself. He just teaches himself a lesson. It hurts the most, but he doesn't cure the disease. He doesn't even use his true Qi. He can recover after he sleeps.

For their practitioners, there is no use except to feel pain!

But although there is no deterrent, but the fist hit the body, it hurts!

Almost with a desperate tone, misty son asked, ”He Feng, what are you doing? If you want to beat me directly, can you just say it?”

Seeing his innocent appearance, he Feng kicked him out again and put it on his misty face.

Left a size 43 sole on it.

It looks so neat, like it's carved on it. It's a perfect work of art!

”Tell me, how did you create the illusion here?” He Feng asked again.

But how did misty son know what he was talking about?

He just felt that he Feng was deliberately looking for fault, just like playing a game called finding fault. He kept picking faults and picking bones in the egg.