"Tell me about you, why don't you know your long memory? Or is it that the master didn't start yesterday and wasn't ruthless enough?" he said, Feng Mo dyed into a state of thought, and then nodded thoughtfully, and continued: "Indeed, it was too light to start yesterday, so it shouldn't be seen that you are a weak chicken, slowing down nearly ten percent of your strength." ”

The man's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but tremble when he pointed to the arm dyed by wind and ink, saying that he was a weak chicken, so he slowed down nearly ten percent of his strength? Isn't that equivalent to cleaning himself up without any force? This is simply a great shame!

If at the beginning, this man was looking for trouble with wind and ink dyeing, because his brother-in-law gave him words to listen to, the meaning could not be more obvious, it was nothing more than wanting to find an opportunity to start and help him take revenge, and even if he didn't think about marrying his sister in the past, it was for himself, he had to be brave and volunteer, although until now he didn't think that there was anything to worry about and threaten, but no one wanted to come to anyone who had nothing to do to wade into troubled waters, and the life was very moist and comfortable, no way, his brother-in-law couldn't afford to provoke him, although Feng Mo Dye was a prince, but he had no real power, plus this trouble was originally caused by her, so since it was so, he simply took his anger directly on her. The plan was good, who would have thought that he would hit a nail? This made the resentment in his heart a little stronger.

If you just wanted to vent your dissatisfaction and find a punching bag before, then now, you really want to clean up the wind and ink, fight for yourself, and get back a game with the anger!

"Who gave you the courage to dare to commit a crime and speak at the prince? Is your brother-in-law Hubu Shangshu? Unfortunately, he doesn't dare, but you are not afraid of death." Feng Mo squinted his demon eyes dangerously, what kind of thing is this man, he dared to point at her and talk, if she didn't break a few of his bones today, she wouldn't be surnamed Feng!

My brother-in-law bowed to you because of the coming-of-age ceremony. It's different now, I see what else you can do with me as a powerless waste bale?" Looking at her weak body, and then at the people around her, don't you know how to complete the abuse? As for Qing Muli beside Feng Mo Ran, the man felt that although he was not a person. But compared to the wind and ink, Fengming's King Mu is not facing himself, and he will definitely not meddle in his affairs, isn't the result obvious enough?

The reason why this man is so confident and so bold is not because he has a backer, not only the Hubu Shangshu, his hardest backstage should be regarded as Fengrenzong......

After all, the person who wants the wind and ink to die the most is Feng Renzong. Isn't it? If the man really solves the problem of Feng Ink Dyeing, except for Feng Renzong's troubles, then I believe that after the matter is completed, Feng Renzong, who is the happiest, will be willing to take care of the aftermath for himself, and if he helps Feng Renzong such a great favor, maybe in the future, his own benefits will be indispensable!

"......" Feng Mo Dye didn't say anything more. The expression on his face suddenly became a little colder, and the surrounding air dropped in temperature uncontrollably, and the aura dyed by wind and ink also changed instantly. It seemed to exude a dark aura at any time, and its body, also invisibly, released a terrifying coercion, she took a few steps forward, but the man had a great calamity. Even the illusion that the sky was about to fall made his uncontrollable legs weak, and he took several steps back, retreating behind the strong men he brought, but for some reason, even so, it still made it difficult for him to feel half a sense of security......

There are few people in this world, under the deterrence of wind and ink, and still remain indifferent, it is obvious that these majestic men in front of them are not in that ranks, but, after all, as a martial artist, they have their own dignity, causing them to grit their teeth and suppress the fear in their hearts, stiffen their bodies, and only then did they suppress not retreating for half a minute, but both on their faces and bodies, they have long been covered with cold sweat, with the passage of time, the pressure of wind and ink dyeing has not decreased, these men desperately hold on, but in an instant they also broke the defense, and succumbed to the powerful aura of wind and ink, although they did not retreat, but their legs were weak, and the top of their heads seemed to be pressed against a boulder, her body lost control and knelt down directly for her......

These people are like this, not to mention, it is the prefect who does not know martial arts, the man has already collapsed to the ground in a river of sweat under the powerful suppression, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes are full of disbelief......

Even if he was killed, he would never have imagined that a waste prince dyed by wind and ink could have such dangerous and terrifying eyes, as if Shura was looking at a group of corpses, it was really, terrifying......

"Hmph, this prince is not powerful, one or two of you, do you all treat Lao Tzu as a soft persimmon?" Feng Mo dyed demon eyes narrowed dangerously, her tone was cold, revealing a strong aura of death, she had no expression on her face, and her eyes were cold and terrifying, and as soon as she noticed the change in Feng Mo Dye at the moment, Rao was Qing Mu Li, and couldn't help frowning......

Something's wrong, that's so wrong! Wind ink dyeing isn't a waste straw bale at all, this is a crazy person!

Realizing that he seemed to be a little too wrong, the man reacted calmly and couldn't care about any image, so he directly trembled and crawled to the feet of the wind and ink, kowtowed and confessed......

He regretted it, regretted provoking Feng Mozhi, she was simply a madman! She was like killing a god, such a penetrating expression, that chilling evil aura, not ordinary people can pretend to be, it must have really experienced something, I don't know how many people's blood can be produced, the coercion and murderous aura that makes people fear from the bottom of their bones......

Blame himself for being stupid for a while, and blame the wind and ink dye for hiding it too well, there is no half of the flaw, in this critical moment of crisis, the man's head instantly thought of a lot, he has a kind of intuition, he seems to have completely ignited the wind and ink dye, even if he is constantly kowtowing and begging for mercy now, it is useless......

Feng Mo Dye was not moved, or rather, the man's kowtow begging for mercy, not only did not have any effect, but also caused the opposite effect, because of his proximity, which made Feng Mo Dye feel really disgusting, I have to say that the man's intuition is right, the person who provoked the wind and ink dye, there is no one who can get out of the whole body, let alone the fuse, the person who is completely ignited...... (To be continued.) )