Chapter 475 (1/2)

Unconsciously, he even felt that the misty son in front of him was a little silly and lovely.

I don't know what psychology it is. Anyway, I have such an idea in my heart.

Misty son is completely desperate. He doesn't even understand what the situation is. Why is He Feng going to fight all of a sudden?

There's TMD no reason to be confused.

”I just want to know where I set up the illusion, can you say it? Don't let me guess here, how can I guess riddles?” piaomizi said loudly after spitting out a mouthful of congestion.

”Where? Isn't your whole house a fairyland? You've only built a house for a few days. It's so old and deceiving ghosts? Besides, the stone carvings in the pavilion clearly say that Wanli was 17 years old, and when did you build your house? It only started a week ago. Do you think I'll believe you? Such an obvious fairyland, you mean to deceive people?” He Feng said unhappily.

Where's piaomiko's IQ?

How can you come up with such a low-level trick to cheat people?

Is it difficult to commit Alzheimer's disease?

Do you want to treat him? Anyway, I'm also a doctor. It's a big deal to charge him more medical expenses at that time.

With a puff, the misty child was like a water jet, like a fountain. The blood gushed out fell in the air with a beautiful parabola.

Then it fell into the lake water, and the goldfish in the lake immediately rushed up and sucked the blood clean.

This is a big tonic!

”Shit, is it disgusting to vomit so much blood?” He Feng kicked on the misty son's stomach and said loudly.

After coughing several times, misty son climbed up the railing, vomited congestion downward, and then said, ”He Feng, you want to apologize to me.”

After that, misty son twisted his head and stared at He Feng with a pair of dead fish eyes.

”What do you mean? It's impossible to apologize. I can't apologize in my life. Besides, you deserve it. If you don't honestly explain so many things to you, what should you do?” He Feng said angrily, picking his nose excrement again.

By the way, he bounced the pulled ball onto the misty son's face.

How disgusting!

”Then let me be frank. It's not a fantasy at all. You obviously misunderstood me. This house is completely a real house. Even if it's a fantasy, where is so real? Would you use your brain to think about it?” piaomiko turned his head and asked loudly. People who are hundreds of years old are not calm at all, blushing and thick neck.

It looks like a street gangster.

”Then how did you get it so quickly? Besides, where did you steal it? The museum or something?” He Feng smiled contemptuously and said.

Now, misty son still wants to deny it. I don't know what his mind thinks. Didn't he eat enough with his fist?

He Feng suddenly felt that misty son had a potential and a potential to be a sandbag.

It is suitable to be hung on the wall as a boxer exercise. It also has its own sound effect. It feels good.

”Still TMD lying, I really don't understand what your brain circuit is?” He Feng spit and scolded, and then a burst of violent beating.

Piaoyuzi was desperate. He was beaten for telling the truth, lying and not talking. In short, he was beaten no matter what happened.

Is it difficult to make a fist? I can't live without He Feng's fist all my life?

Can't I owe him in my last life? Misty son is inevitable, and once again only ghosts and gods.

Who let him experience the last despair and disappointment in his life?

”Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight!” piaomizi quickly waved his fist, opened he Feng, and then said loudly.