Mo Fei's face changed, and he finally forcibly pressed the anger in his heart, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, "Don't dare." ”

is stronger than people, Rao is heart he can't wait to beat this man with a knife on his shoulder into a pig's head, and he can only be soft in his mouth.

secretly said in his heart: "When I activate the system, no matter what your origins are, if you dare to put the knife on Lao Tzu's neck, you will all be knocked down, and no one will be left." ”

From the moment this gorgeously dressed young man appeared at the door, Fang Xiucai's face showed an angry paleness, and when his eyes touched the gorgeous woman who was holding the young man, it became dim, and his originally upright body seemed to have lost his strength at this moment and went limp.

His heart was dripping blood: "You have already snatched Xiu'er, and you still refuse to let me go?"

The young man is the son of the county lord of Wuma County, and as long as he is the person of Wuma County, he knows it. In order to avoid this person's retaliation, Fang Xiucai has not come to the teahouse to tell stories for half a month.

The man in black saw that although Mo Fei's mouth was soft, his expression was unruly, and he was about to give him some color to take a look, but at this time he heard a flattering voice sound, and temporarily pressed the matter.

"When Wang Gongzi came, the little old man didn't know, damn it, really damn it. Out of the panicked crowd came an old man in a square hat, hurried up to the young man, bowed, and had a flattering smile on his face.

Gently fanning his mouth, Lao Suo turned his head and said in a voice: "Wang Gongzi is here...... The private room on the second floor is ready to go to the dragon well, and the dragon and phoenix are paved with dim sum. ”

He bowed lower, his head almost down to the ground, and made a gesture of please.

"Prince Wang, please go up to the private room on the second floor" The tone was respectful and frightened.

The prince walked past Lao Suo with his arms around the woman, looked at Fang Xiucai, whose face was like ashes, his eyes were proud and disdainful, and he kissed the woman on the face defiantly, causing the woman's face to turn crimson and resentful.

The woman's pink fist was lightly pounded on the chest, Wang Gongzi hugged the woman tighter, paused, and sneered: "What kind of storyteller did you guests invite to the teahouse, the five major Buddha masters of Buddhism fell and buried in the Buddha Ridge, and everyone in the cultivation world knows it, and what kind of Xuanshi Buddha of Huashu Academy is still boasting about here, it is really shameful." ”

Lao Suo raised his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fang Xiucai, who was pale, his face changed, and he hurriedly moved his steps to Wang Gongzi's side, and echoed in a loud voice: "What Wang Gongzi said is extremely true, if you want to talk about the head of the righteous path today, it should be the Tai Xuan Guan of the Daomen." ”

He opened his throat again and shouted: "Please Mr. Liu come to the stage and tell the story of Zhenyang Daozi for Wang Gongzi." His right hand quietly made a gesture, signaling the little two behind him to take Fang Xiucai off the field.

Wang Gongzi's indifferent gaze swept over Lao Suo: "The guest teahouse is also a little famous in Wuma County, but don't bring anyone into it, so as not to smash your own signboard." ”

"Wang Gongzi said very much, the little old man can save it. "Lao Suo's heart is in a pang, Fang Xiucai is afraid that he will not be able to do this job.

When Fang Xiucai got off the field, his body staggered.

Mo Fei rushed out of the crowd and helped Fang Xiucai, suddenly his body was shocked, and a hint of joy flashed between his eyebrows.

The overturned tables and chairs were set up again, leaving a passage in the middle that could accommodate five people in parallel.

Another storyteller, who was about 50 years old, had already taken his seat, and Wang Gongzi was still standing proudly in the middle of the passage, unable to see the meaning of going up to the second floor. When Mo Fei helped the depressed Fang Xiucai to walk cautiously past him, Fang Xiucai looked at the gorgeous woman stupidly, but a look of pain appeared on his face.

The corners of Wang Gongzi's mouth hooked up a playful smile.

"Brother Fang, what's wrong?"

Mo Fei was a little absent-minded, and suddenly felt that Fang Xiucai's feet seemed to have roots, and he couldn't pull them, and he was like the two of them who almost fainted just now, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the two of them were standing beside this domineering young man at this moment, and hurriedly pulled Fang Xiucai's sleeves, and asked in a low voice.

At this moment, the black-clothed man beside Wang Gongzi spun suddenly, and at the same time, the sound of hunting wind piercing the air sounded, and a whip swept towards the two.

Mo Fei only felt as if his body had been hit by a truck, and the moment he was hit hard, his feet left the ground and flew out in the air.

"Oops!"

With his waist in the middle of the table, his whole body seemed to be folded in half from his waist, and Mo Fei, who rose into the air, pushed the table out more than a meter, and then like a rag thrown on the ground, he fell to the ground along the edge of the table with a "snap", and couldn't help but exhale in pain.

Fang Xiucai, who was directly whipped by the whip leg, was silent, until Mo Fei pulled him up, only to find that Fang Xiucai was already full of blood.

Fang Xiucai's dull gaze was still looking at the woman, and his face became even paler, but the other party was snuggled in Wang Gongzi's arms and never looked at this side.

He seemed to have really lost his soul, his lips moved, blood flowed down his chin, dripping on his hands without realizing it, and he said in a voice that he could only hear: "Xiu'er, do you really not even have the slightest affection for me?"

"Ding, I detected that the fighting spirit of the people around the host has dropped to 0, may I ask if you have received the task of activating the other party's fighting spirit?" After three days, Mo Fei finally heard this crisp and pleasant female voice again.

This is the second time that the system prompts, and the first time is when Mo Fei is helping Fang Xiucai. However, the first hint was that the fighting spirit dropped to 20, and this time it dropped to 0.

Mo Fei summoned the system and called up the taskbar, and at this moment an illusory interface appeared between him and Fang Xiucai that only he could see, this interface was like a double-way mirror that moved with his gaze, and on this interface, two long strips appeared on Fang Xiucai's head, red marked the anger value, and the green one marked the fighting spirit value.

Fang Xiucai's fighting spirit is 0.

Mo Fei didn't impulsively take the task, if the punishment for failing the mission was death or something, then he would pit himself, he was going to understand the system first.

Mo Fei temporarily shielded the system, and only then did he realize that the stinging pain in his waist was like fire, and even the bones seemed to have become loose, and he couldn't use his strength.

"Why are you beating people for no reason!"

The sound of solitude echoed in the quiet teahouse.

Although the faces of the surrounding listeners were angry, they were more afraid, and they understood the situation very clearly, and no one echoed it.

Wang Gongzi's face twitched slightly, as if he was trying to suppress his laughter, and the three men in black rushed towards the two of them after laughing wildly, as if they had heard the funniest joke.

"You'll find out why later!"

The man in black who had put the knife on Mo Fei's shoulder before had already seen that this unruly young man was unhappy, and rushed directly towards Mo Fei.

Untouchables should have the consciousness of untouchables, even those of them who have cultivated themselves are obedient and docile as sheep in the face of the prince, a pariah actually shows such a look of neither humility nor arrogance, and he really treats himself as a character.

The fist carried a strong wind, and fell fiercely on Mo Fei's stomach, that speed Mo Fei couldn't react at all, when he saw the fist clearly, there was already a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his body fell down at the same time as the man in black's elbow fell faster, and he was hit by an elbow on the top of his head, and he fell heavily on the ground.

The man in black spat and looked at this young man like a weak chicken, and smiled coldly, "It's really a big joke, does Wang Gongzi still need a reason to beat someone?"

The crowd dispersed as if it had met a flood beast, and it seemed that they had become accustomed to such a scene, and even if they dispersed, they were orderly.

Reasoning has never been the right of the weak, and it is suddenly more vivid in this world. They have long been accustomed to being driven by their superiors, even if a few are unwilling, eat a few whips, and go to prison several times, they have become reluctant to swallow their anger, and they have been assimilated over time.

Raindrops of fists and feet fell on his body, Mo Fei held his head in his hands, and his body was tired.

The hot heart seemed to have been thrown into the ice cellar.

"Hey, how can you be stupid enough to reason with such a person. ”

The eyes buried in the chest also became cold as the heart gradually became cold, and an indescribable anger brewed in the heart, as if it was about to burst out of the chest. However, the pervasive pain in his body told him to suppress his anger.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the gold-painted folding fan in Wang Gongzi's hand was opened, and the three men in black stopped with interest. He walked to the two of them with footprints in his arms around the gorgeous woman.

"Do you want a reason, it's that as soon as my son entered the door, he heard someone farting and was in a bad mood. ”

After saying this, he glanced at the teahouse owner.

The old man wearing a square hat hurriedly led the way in front, and after the two shopkeepers and the second prince left, they hurriedly rearranged the tables and chairs that had been messed up in the fight just now, leaving only an open space where the two of them were.

No one dared to step forward to help.

When going up the stairs, the woman's gaze inadvertently swept downstairs, a trace of apology was fleeting in her eyes, and she turned her head to look at Wang Gongzi with affection.

If she had shown a hint of unbearability just now, the fate of the two would have been ten times worse than now.

Mr. Storyteller bowed upstairs and patted him in shock: "Today we will talk about a strange thing that Zhen Yangzi encountered when he opened the realm......

Freshly brewed tea was placed on the table, only this time, no one sat down.