Chapter 958 (1/2)

”Can you TND have a little backbone?” He Feng scolded.

”People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Those who know current affairs are heroes. Penglai Fairy Island is about to appear in the world. Do you mole ants still want to resist?” the elder suddenly changed his face, stood behind Murong, voluntarily assumed the role of a dog leg, and opened his mouth and scolded.

”I'll go!” He Feng helped his forehead. ”Do you dragon groups have such goods as you? All of them are anti bone children!”

”Presumptuous!” the elder shouted fiercely, ”I don't want to see what time it is now. I dare to be rampant here. Believe it or not, we will frustrate your bones and ashes and let you die without a place to bury!”

”People are dead, what's the point of doing this again?” He Feng said with a sneer. To tell the truth, he doesn't understand why those ancient emperors invented those cruel torture, especially those who still toss the dead. People are dead. It's meaningful for you to do this again. Can he feel the pain?

It's clearly sand carving!

”Don't talk nonsense. I'll kill you on behalf of justice and Penglai Tiandao!” the elder opened his mouth. Then he saw his eyes red, like a vicious dog, rushing towards He Feng.

”Old man, help me!” He Feng shouted loudly.

So he's going to die, but he hasn't breathed yet. If he breathes, he can't hold on. He's willing to die well, but if someone else results in him, he really can't breathe.

Misty son was frowning, like meditating, like making a choice. He Feng didn't understand what was thinking in his heart. After hearing he Feng's cry, he raised his eyebrows slightly, even if he made a choice.

I only saw the misty son, and suddenly his face showed the color of fortitude.

Then, he waved the wide robe and big sleeve of his Taoist robe with great momentum. It seemed that he was working hard. When the elder next to him saw this situation, he was timid and dared not come forward again. He could not beat the misty son. He still had to be counselled when it was time!

He Feng also thought he was saved. At least there was a misty son. The old man could live so many tens of seconds here, but what surprised him next happened.

I only saw the misty son who was just full of style, suddenly flopped and knelt down on the ground. The long sleeve waved in his hand brushed across the messy floor, but I saw misty son give a big gift of three kowtows and nine worships on the ground!

The standard is formal. It seems that he has received professional training, which is much more professional than those fake monks who kowtow. When kowtow nine times, he has a correct attitude, like praying piously and praying to the gods, and the gods in front of him have a crazy face and are looking at his Murong with contempt.

”I've heard the name of Murong family for a long time. Xiaosheng piaomizi knocked on the young master of Murong family.” after nine people knocked, piaomizi said in a hoarse voice comparable to teacher Zhao Zhongxiang. His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and his righteousness was high. It seemed that he was still upright and generous to die in the face of Zhu Di's killing your family, together with Fang Xiaoru, a family of more than 30.

However, the words are like the appearance of small eunuchs in ancient imperial palaces when they see the master. The two form a sharp contrast. Against the background, they are vaguely funny.

”Old man, I misunderstood you!” He Feng spit out a mouthful of thick sputum. The black thick sputum mixed with poison crossed a parabola from the air and happened to fall on the white and flawless Taoist robe of misty son. The poison is very corrosive and Zizi. A huge hole was corroded on the Taoist Robe made of Tianshan ice silkworm cocoon.

”Vertical son, different for plan!” the misty son snorted coldly and left this sentence coldly.