C319 Cemetery grass triple high!

Feng Zhi's side became silent.

Before, how could anyone dare to tease Feng Zhi? But now, they had to slap her face every few minutes, the facts proved that a beautiful face was enough for these perverted people to ignore any instinct they had to sense danger!

Feng Zhi was quiet for a while, but when Long Yan was about to slap the popinjay in front of him to death, he raised his hand to stop him. Then, not only was she not angry, there was even a smile on her face.

This made the silkpants believe that he had a chance. He was about to take another step when he heard Feng Zhi's voice that sounded like the spring breeze blowing on her face.

"Feng Ming..." Feng Zhi said gently, "I have a question for you."

Feng Ming immediately became excited, "You ask!"

He looked like he was just watching the show.

Of course, the others all had similar expressions, other than Long Yan whose eyes looked like it was about to turn frosty.

Feng Zhi then continued: "The last person to tease me, how is he now?"

Feng Ming looked at the foppish brat who didn't know what he was talking about and said loudly: "I heard that person was the Young Master of some family in that city. He actually dared to scheme against you, Feng Zhi.

The more he spoke, the darker Long Yan's expression became.

"..." "Later on, it seems like you threw it into the fecal pit and drowned it. Now, the grass on the grave has probably grown to be three feet tall!" After Feng Ming finished speaking, he even intentionally laughed at the popinjay.

This was not Feng Ming spouting nonsense, but rather, it was true.

Not only did the young master have his eyes set on Feng Zhi, not only did he say that he was going to take Feng Zhi away as his concubine, in the end, his hands were tied up by Feng Zhi and he was directly thrown into a fecal pit by the side of the road.

Who would have thought that he would drown so easily?

This kind of strange death method, probably only a few Profound Martial Continent s could be found.

The silkpants, his subordinates and the young girl who was still surrounded couldn't help but fall silent upon hearing Feng Ming's words. No matter how one looked at it, the expression on her face was somewhat strange.

Throw it in the dung pit and drown?

Just imagining such a scene was enough to make these people feel so cold that they were about to puke.

The popinjay was first surprised, but then he looked at Feng Zhi and the rest with disdain, "Young master of some kind of city, is your skin going to be blown apart? Moreover, how can those small cities compare to our Clear Sky City? Do you know who the Young Master is?

Hearing this, Feng Ming became curious, he followed the silkpants man's words and asked, "Then, young master, can you tell us, who exactly are you?"

After being asked by Feng Ming, the silkpants thought that he had scared Feng Ming silly, and immediately floated up to his feet, pointing at the person he had kicked previously, "You, or you, quickly tell them who I am."

He was still immersed in the tragic story of "drowning in feces". Being called a popinjay, he immediately puffed up his chest and said with an air of arrogance: "Listen carefully, my young master is from Clear Sky City's Tang Clan … Do you know about the Tang Family? "

Feng Zhi and the others nodded their heads seriously.

Because of that, he was very satisfied with the domineering attitude, so he continued, "Since you know about the Tang Clan, then I won't bother to explain it to you. The Tang Clan is not only the master of Clear Sky City, but also the continent's number one refiner clan. "As for our Young Master, he is the neighbor of the nephew of the Tang Clan's Eldest Young Master's mother's younger brother …"

At the end of his sentence, even he had fainted.

When the foppish young lord heard this, his face turned green. He raised his foot and kicked the other half of Tang Zheng's butt before introducing himself, "Listen, young master. I'm the first cousin of the Tang Clan's Eldest Young Master. What do you think? You're scared?"

Hearing the popinjay's words, the young girl's face turned even heavier, and her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword.

As for Feng Zhi and the others, after hearing this, they nodded their heads seriously and said in unison, "Yes, we are so afraid!"

The popinjay was originally quite pleased with himself when he heard them say he was scared.

However …

Why did it seem as though he wasn't afraid of these people?

This foppish young lord must have a bad brain. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what was going on, and was reminded of the man who had been kicked around. "Young master, they're not scared at all!"

After being reminded, the silkpants suddenly realized what was going on, and fiercely glared at Feng Zhi and the others, "Good, you guys actually dared to lie to me. Men, beat them up for me! "Yeah, the men can focus on the fight, but the women should be more gentle, don't break them!"

Feng Ming and Feng Ming both shook their heads.

I've seen idiots before, but I've never seen such an idiot. How ignorant must he be?

After hearing the order, they immediately ignored the young lady who carried the sword and went over to surround Feng Zhi and the others.

Feng Zhi stood there without moving. She only grabbed Long Yan's hand and looked at the lines on it. Then, she raised her head towards Feng Ming and Feng Lin.

Feng Ming and Feng Lin understood, and immediately took two steps forward to welcome those domineering people.

Although Feng Ming and Feng Lin were at a huge disadvantage in terms of numbers, in terms of strength, they held the complete advantage.

Although there were a lot of people under the command of the silkpants, they were all useless looking people. Feng Ming and Feng Lin didn't even need ten breaths to get up there before they beat up those people who were following them up onto the ground and could only groan in pain.

The popinjay was simply dumbfounded by what he saw.

He didn't expect that the flower he'd taken a fancy to would actually be an overlord flower that could eat people?

Feng Ming stepped forward and grabbed the popinjay's collar, dragged him forward a few steps, then turned and asked Feng Zhi, "Feng Zhi, what do we do with this?"

Feng Zhi glanced at the popinjay who had a sullen expression, then lowered his head and continued to look at Long Yan's hand. It was as if there was some treasure on it.

Initially, Long Yan only wanted to punch him into meat paste because of this popinjay's rude remarks, but under Feng Zhi's consoling, her heart calmed down.

"Do you guys think that if we bury this person here, when we leave Clear Sky City, his grave will grow grass over three feet tall?" Feng Zhi asked.

As she spoke, she glanced in a direction in front of her.

Feng Zhi heard it and nodded her head, "We still have to stay in Clear Sky City for half a month. In such a long time, we have already designated enough to raise the grass on his grave by three feet!"