Chapter 959

With a flutter, the folding fan was inserted into He Feng's chest and went deep into it for dozens of centimeters at once. His heart was stabbed and rotten. He Feng's face showed a distorted expression. He felt pain. It really hurt. His heart was broken. Can it hurt?

But to his surprise, how could he still be alive?

Darling, this one doesn't hurt. Isn't that like accepting lingchi?

Is it hard to let yourself work here all the time?

That's not good. After being hit like this, I can't resist. It's better to die than to live!

"Hey, can't you use some strength? Give me a happy?" He Feng turned his eyes and said with severe pain.

"How could this be possible? How could you not die?" Murong frowned. No matter how he couldn't think of the reason, he suddenly noticed that Yunzhu was standing next to him. He didn't know where he was.

He Feng also noticed something strange. It seems that Yunzhu is communicating with himself in his mind.

"Run, master, run, I can't last long!"

"I'll go. Yunzhu is helping himself!" He Feng said in his heart.

He wants to run, he really wants to run. Who doesn't want to run in this case? It's like 100 people beat you up. You don't run, you fool?

But the key question is how he runs, on two legs?

It seems that you can't run. It seems that you don't have anything else. I don't know. There are two villains staring at you here. Looking at the green eyes of piaomizi and the elder, you can't wait to tear yourself into pieces and give it to Murong to let them spare their lives!

"How about we discuss?" He Feng said with an ugly smile.

"You see you can't kill me now, can you? I tell you, what's going on? Do you know Nuwa? I tell you, there are some little relatives between us!" He Feng said to Murong.

"Nani?" Murong showed a puzzled expression and uttered a bird language.

"You don't know. Just now you said, you know I have Tianbu stone. Who made it? It's not Nu Wa? And I got the inheritance of Tianbu stone. Does that mean we have a relationship?" He Feng said with a smile.

"You dare to tease me!" Murong said angrily.

He kicked He Feng. He Feng only saw a visible depression in his body, which hit the wall like a sandbag, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"I see. It's the woman named Yunzhu who is helping you now, isn't it? Hum, he escaped quickly a few days ago. Today is the time for you two to die. I want to see how long you can last. I want to see how long your poisoned body can last!" Murong sneered.

"I'll go." He Feng shouted loudly.

I only saw Murong's folding fan pumping on him again and again, poking his body full of holes, and his intestines flowing out for several sections. He was about to sing cool, but he didn't die. The pain of his body was even more so, which was unimaginable.

But the result is that he Feng is not dead!

He is like a cockroach. Even if it is patted into meat pie, he can continue to live strong. He Feng has wanted to have the body of this cockroach since he was a child. He really doesn't want it at the moment. He is a hippie. He can't die after being beaten, hurt and resist. What's the meaning of living like this?

No one will save themselves!

Why is it so difficult to die early and give birth early?

I just want to die early

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are the ruminant dogs, saints are not benevolent, and the people are the ruminant dogs... Empty but unyielding, moving and growing out, continuous if existing, not diligent!

Suddenly, Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching echoed in He Feng's ears. His voice was vigorous and powerful, like someone singing. He Feng drove to the original car, but he saw piaomiko take out his mobile phone. This was his mobile phone ring tone. After killing piaomiko with his eyes, he Feng turned his head to one side.

"It's a sales call again!" misty son stretched out his finger and hung up, swearing.

Then he saw the vicious eyes He Feng reported to him, quickly stepped forward, kicked him and said, "you dare look at me like a dog!"

"Old man, 30 years east and 30 years West..." He Feng said to him.

"Just give it back to me for 30 years, Hedong? It would be nice if you could survive today!" piaomizi said, but at that moment, when his big foot kicked on his face, he Feng suddenly noticed that three words were written on the sole of piaomizi's foot, that is, on the bottom of his thousand layer boots, no, two words!

exercise patience!

The old man didn't mean to hold a letter to himself, did he? After a kick, he Feng was kicked bloody. He thought in his heart, so that he forgot a lot of the pain on his body.

But Murong vented his anger on He Feng.

He Feng is also strange. For the first time, he found himself so capable of beating. Did he accidentally ignite his talent for fighting? Born with the ability to be beaten in a boxing sandbag?

He smiled bitterly in his heart and shook his head. He would rather not have such a skill.

A few hours later, master Murong was panting, and most of his aura had been digested. Although the aura was gradually recovering, the huge volume of the secular world also made the aura recovery extremely slow, and there was no effect for at least two or three years.

Murong, who has lost all his physical strength, is sitting on the ground cross legged. His real Qi has been consumed. It's time to make a good supplement. He Feng next to him has been beaten and can't look like an adult, but he is still breathing.

"You two continue to beat him," Murong said.

He is tired of fighting by himself now, but he still doesn't want to make He Feng feel better. After all, it's very irritating. When I hit you, I'm out of breath. I'm out of breath. It's backache. As a result, he's not dead. This inevitably makes him angry. I can't wait to scold 10000 words in my heart!

After getting his order, the elder nodded hurriedly. He rolled up his sleeves and hit him heavily on He Feng's head. To be honest, it's actually very interesting to see people fight. If he can go up and hit so twice, of course, it means hitting people, not being beaten, it's more interesting.

The elder who had been beating people for several hours thought so at the moment. He had restrained himself for a long time and had already outlined in his heart how to fight in the future. With this punch, he Feng's head knocked heavily on the ground, and a big pit was knocked out on the floor. However, his head was like an iron pimple, and his stupidity was nothing.

Misty son was slowly, like a master who came out at the end of the game. He rolled up his sleeves and beat him gracefully on He Feng.