"You-" The right envoy Wang's eyes widened, and he wanted to kick Feng Ziqing to death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Ziqing squeezed his eyebrows and smiled: "I don't want you, I don't want to fart any fart you want, I don't like people who stutter." As he spoke, he ran his hand into his hair and combed it back.

Although the pose is not very elegant, it is very provocative.

Because when she combed her hair, her chest happened to shrug up, it was just a very subtle movement, but the beauty of that moment was enough to shock the person in front of her.

"You're so beautiful!"

Wang Youenvoy stared at Feng Ziqing in shock, looking like he was stunned.

Feng Ziqing also met his gaze.

She just wanted to seduce him in this way, if he dared to take this opportunity to harass her, she would teach him a good lesson, - this guy named Wang You's envoy is not a good thing at first glance, this kind of person is very vindictive, if he targets Zhao Min, Feng Ziqing will not come to him for trouble.

Words have no effect on dealing with this kind of person, and the only thing that can make him remember for a long time is his fists.

Only fists can conquer people like him.

The biggest characteristic of this type of person is that he is pretentious, he thinks that Lao Tzu is the best in the world, he does not take others in his eyes in everything, and thinks that he is doing the right thing to serve the people, and what others do is crooked.

"Am I beautiful?"

Feng Ziqing also smiled teasingly.

She was already very beautiful, and with a little bit of charm, Wang You's eyes suddenly straightened. The telephoto camera almost fell to the ground, and he was not alert. He stared at Feng Ziqing so unscrupulously.

In this narrow alleyway, no one else will come here, so he can take the opportunity to rob Feng Ziqing's beauty without fear, - grandma's, it is simply a goddess-level beauty!

He felt that the bones in his body seemed to be becoming soft, especially the little brother seemed to have woken up from his sleep and was raising his head little by little. Fuck, she's trying to force me to sin! The right envoy of the king secretly cursed in his heart.

In order to hide his uncompetitive side, he turned his body to the side.

"You are indeed beautiful, I should say, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Am I a woman?"

When Feng Ziqing spoke, he smiled coquettishly again.

Wang Youenvoy was stunned for a moment, and then laughed knowingly.

"Aren't you a woman?"

"I'm a woman, but not the kind of woman you think you are."

"Really?"

In the eyes of the right envoy of the king, there was an imperceptible obscene light at this time. He wanted to be with her so much, but at the same time, he reminded himself in his heart that he must be steady, and he must not commit heinous crimes in order to be happy for a while. But the reminder is that his hand didn't touch Feng Ziqing's face angrily.

That face was very tender and beautiful, but unfortunately, just as his hand was about to touch it, he saw a fist hit him on the nose.

He instinctively wanted to get out of the way.

But before he could move his head, the fist hit him in the nose.

Strike!

After the right envoy of the king shouted an ouch, he fell to the wall like a mountain.

Fortunately, there is a wall blocking the back, otherwise it would have been miserable, and if you fell to the ground, you would have to fall dizzy.

It's a good thing that he didn't fall, but it also gave Feng Ziqing a chance to throw a second punch.

Fists raised again.

Another pounce.

The right envoy of the king snorted with a sigh.

His tears were pouring out.

He threw the camera away in pain, and threw his fist like a steel bowl into the cover.

He was a whole head taller than Feng Ziqing, and if he hit Feng Ziqing with a punch, Feng Ziqing's head would have to shrink into his stomach. That fist was too big, and I saw it whistling and slashing at Feng Ziqing, like a cannonball out of the chamber.

He is a Sanda Champion.

He once killed a small scalper with a single punch.

Feng Ziqing couldn't afford to punch him.

He had to punch her to death.

The idea was good, but the fight was somewhat, because just before his fist was about to hit the bridge of Feng Ziqing's nose, Feng Ziqing disappeared, and where she was standing just now, only a faint afterimage was left.

Where did the people go?

The astonished right envoy of the king was about to turn around and look for someone, but saw a fist suddenly slash through the space in front of him, and hit the bridge of his nose with a thud. The thud was followed by a thud, and oh my, the bridge of the nose was broken.

Blood poured out of his collapsed white nostrils and soaked the clothes on his chest.

But he still didn't hit Feng Ziqing with a single punch, and Feng Ziqing had already successfully punched him three times.

At first, he thought that even if he gave her a beating, her pink fist would not hurt. But when her fist hit him, he suddenly realized that although her fist was small, it was heavier than a punch on his body, and he estimated that her punch was enough to knock away a little pig. For such a fist, he felt that there was no big threat to him, after all, she was only that big, to be precise, she was still a little girl.

Just when he was thinking like this, Feng Ziqing punched him in the eye again.

This punch was lighter than the one she had just punched, she didn't want to punch him in the eye sockets, it would be no fun, she had to tease him a little bit, and then she would beat him up, letting him know that the consequences of fighting and despising the enemy were that she couldn't afford to hurt herself.