Hei San drank a mouthful of wine and smiled. "Senior Martial Brother Liu, you should be more lenient. You have already used your connections to remove him from his position as the Miscellaneous Chores Supervisor and took away all his spirit stones and silver. Every three days you beat him up, every two days you beat him up. This guy has suffered enough. That's why he came here to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. Why do you have to beat him up now? If you beat him to death, it will be troublesome … "
"Hehe, even if I beat him to death, I won't be able to vent my anger. That's why I left him alive to play with slowly …"
Liu Feng smiled coldly. "That kid is dead. It's a pity he didn't die by my hands. I can only vent my anger on this fat pig. Who told you that he doesn't know how to make friends? Hmph, Yu Sanliang, Junior Martial Brother Yu, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Now, you can crawl around this little bamboo house like a turtle. Every time you crawl, you will curse 'Fang Xing is a little bastard'. After you crawl a hundred times, I will let you go. How about that? "
"I … I'll crawl … I'll crawl …"
The fat Taoist's face trembled. He had the urge to smash the wine jar in his hand into Liu Feng's face. However, he put down the jar in the end and walked down the bamboo house dejectedly. He knelt on the ground like a real big turtle and slowly crawled up. One step, two steps … The little building was not big. He quickly crawled one round. However, the fat Taoist opened his mouth but did not make a sound …
There was a strange impulse in his heart …
It was as if he was remembering the time he drank with Fang Xing and the way Fang Xing stuffed spirit stones into his hands …
This feeling was very strange. It made the fat Taoist shout 'Fang Xing is a little bastard' two seconds too late!
"Damn it, what are you standing there for? Shout! "
Liu Feng cursed angrily and threw a wine jar at the fat Daoist's head.
"Pa …"
The wine jar fell but did not hit the fat Taoist's head. Instead, it was caught by a small hand.
"I told you to shout, so shout. Senior Martial Brother Pig, if you can suffer less, don't just call me a bastard, you can call me eighteen generations of ancestors …"
A voice rang out. The fat Taoist seemed to have been electrocuted as he turned his head away while trembling.
He saw a smiling kid standing beside him. His clothes were tattered, but he was obviously a living person. He held the wine jar in his hand and shook it. Seeing that there was not much wine left, he threw it aside.
"Why are you so stupid?"
Little Brat grumbled, "It's just scolding me a little, it's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh. You'll suffer less, so what are you hesitating for?"
The fat Daoist stared blankly for a moment before his tears suddenly flowed down. He cried, "It's all because of you, you little bastard. You've caused me to end up like this. I want to scold you more than anyone else. A hundred times isn't enough, I want to scold you a thousand times!"
As he spoke, he opened his arms, wanting to hug Fang Xing.
Fang Xing looked at his dirty clothes and frowned in disgust. He kicked him away and scolded, "Disgusting, get lost!"
The fat Daoist was kicked to the ground. Tears streamed down his face, but there was no longer any despair in his eyes.
During this period of time, he had been bullied and suppressed. The fat Daoist was really disheartened and was close to despair. However, when he was at his most desperate, he suddenly saw this nonchalant little face. A strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart …
This little devil actually came back?
He actually came back alive?
He was clearly just a little kid. Why did he suddenly feel like he saw a big backer?
At this moment, the smile on Fang Xing's face had completely disappeared. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he looked up the bamboo building.
Liu Feng and Hei San, who were upstairs, were both stunned. They rubbed their eyes a few times before they could confirm that the person in front of them was the real Fang Xing and not a ghost that had come back to seek revenge. The shock in their hearts was indescribable. Liu Feng was stunned for a moment before he jumped up and shouted, "Little bastard, you're not dead? Where's Senior Hou Qing? Why would he let you go? "
Fang Xing clasped his hands behind his back and slowly walked up the bamboo building. He lightly said, "Hou Qing is waiting for you somewhere!"
Liu Feng's expression softened. He immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Senior Hou wants to see me? Where is he? "
Fang Xing raised his head and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. He softly said, "He's in hell. You'll be going there soon!"
Liu Feng was stunned for a moment, then an expression of disbelief appeared on his face as he angrily shouted, "Nonsense! With Senior Brother Hou Qing's ability and the help of Third Senior Brother Liu and the others, how could he have lost his life?"
Fang Xing said indifferently, "It's not just Hou Qing. Liu San, Qian Tong, and Zhao Zhi are all dead. Completely and utterly dead!" As he spoke, he pointed at his nose and said softly, "I'm the only one who came back alive because I'm a vengeful person. When I think about the few of you bastards still alive in the Dao Sect, I don't want to die, so I came back to send you to hell …"
He was young, his stature was small, and his face was somewhat immature. But he spoke so slowly and coldly. Liu Feng and Hei San's backs involuntarily exuded a layer of cold sweat. Their entire bodies were wrapped up in a creepy feeling.
"Ha, ha ha …"
Liu Feng deliberately laughed, diluting the haze in his heart. He deliberately raised the fierceness in his heart and grinned, "Little bastard, it's fine if you come back alive, but you immediately come here to seek death. I'll help you …"
As he said this, he did not wait for Fang Xing to go up the stairs. He roared and smashed his fist down from above.
At this time, he was still doubtful about Hou Qing's death. Seeing Fang Xing's murderous aura, he decided to make the first move to gain the upper hand. He would take him down and interrogate him later. Although his injuries had not completely healed, he had recovered about seventy percent of his strength. Last time he was defeated by Fang Xing, it was because Fang Xing had launched a sneak attack. So this time, he was very confident.
With a punch, the wind from the fist broke through the air, like a fierce tiger coming down the mountain, adding to its power.
The fat Taoist, who was standing below the bamboo building and looking up, saw this scene. He immediately stopped crying and looked up with concern.
As for Fang Xing, he suddenly narrowed his eyes at this moment, coldly looking at Liu Feng's ferocious punch. Without saying a single word, he suddenly took a step forward, tightly clenched his small fist, and directly smashed it towards Liu Feng's fist.
"Bang …"
When the two fists collided, Liu Feng's face already showed an expression of victory.
He was most afraid of this kid's nimble movement technique and extremely treacherous saber technique, yet he never imagined that Chen Xi would actually go head-on against his fist. This was simply courting death. Not considering the addition of his cultivation, merely relying on his physical strength wasn't something that Chen Xi could resist.
However, very soon, his expression changed greatly. When the two fists collided, he suddenly felt a huge force colliding towards him, as if a thousand-pound boulder fell from the top of a mountain and smashed into his fist. "Crack crack crack", in just an instant, his arm broke into several pieces. The broken bones violently rubbed against each other, and in an instant, the intense pain was like a sharp needle piercing into his brain.
"Ah …"
Liu Feng staggered backwards. He opened his mouth to scream, but Fang Xing did not wait for him to scream. His figure was like a leopard cat, chasing after him. With a "peng" sound, Fang Xing broke Liu Feng's nose with a punch, and also smashed his scream back into his throat. Then, he jumped up and kicked with both legs. With a few "pa pa" sounds, several of Liu Feng's ribs were broken, and he lay on the ground facing the sky.
After a full two breaths, Liu Feng finally caught his breath. His eyes were full of fear, and he opened his mouth to scream.
However, he still did not scream, because Fang Xing had already raised his foot and stepped on his neck, and suddenly, he could not breathe.
"In the past, I have killed at least a dozen trash like you in Jianghu, and you dare to plot against me?"
Fang Xing said coldly, took a jar of wine from the table, opened the mud seal, and coldly poured it on Liu Feng's head.
"No … … don't … …"
Liu Feng was originally injured, and he urgently needed to gasp for breath. But his neck was stepped on by Fang Xing, and breathing was extremely difficult. Then, he was poured with wine, and the pain in his chest made him almost suffocate. A lot of wine was choked into his chest. Just now, he felt that the wine was mellow and delicious, but now it was like poison, making him almost crazy, almost fainting … …
"Junior Brother Fang, is this too much?"
Black Three, who had been sitting on the side, suddenly said coldly, looking at Fang Xing with unkind eyes.
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