Feng Zilong didn't expect that these outlaws in front of him would also hate perverts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fist rained down.

The bazaar howled like a slain pig.

"Ouch......"

The howl flew through the window, through the darkness, and into the distant night.

Bazaar howls enough.

The crowd had enough of beating them up.

As a result, Bazaar collapsed to the ground and became a dead pig.

And they sat down on the ground, and became dead pigs.

A herd of dead pigs.

Not a single pig snorted, it was really like dead.

Feng Zilong looked at this and then at that, and felt extremely weird.

And Zhao Min is still drinking coffee as usual.

Blue Mountain coffee tastes so good.

Lan Qiuyi stood behind Feng Ziqing and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Feng Ziqing is also surprisingly quiet.

Zhang Sangou looked at Bazaar: "He doesn't seem to be angry." ”

A man stretched out his hand and probed in front of the bazaar's nostrils: "It's still breathing, it's not dead." ”

Zhang Sangou breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Kaishan kicked it over.

Disheveled!

Then there was a howl: "Oh my mother, my feet! ”

It was not the bazaar that was howling, it was Li Kaishan.

How could Li Kaishan, who kicked people, howl?

The sharp-eyed people had already seen that it was Feng Zilong who blocked Li Kaishan's kick for the bazaar.

In other words, Li Kaishan kicked Feng Zilong's feet.

When the two feet touch each other, it will naturally make a puffy sound.

After Peng's sound, naturally someone will howl.

The person who howled would not be Feng Zilong, then the only one left in the end would be Li Kaishan.

Li Kaishan howled and sat on the ground softly.

It's not that he's pretending, it's that he's actually bearing the impact.

The moment he touched Feng Zilong's feet, he felt that what he was touching was not muscles, nor bones, but steel.

When an egg hits a stone, it will naturally be a broken egg.

Li Kaishan touched Feng Zilong, naturally Li Kaishan was unlucky.

Li Kaishan sat on the ground with a howl, and someone saw that his calves were swollen into thighs.

One of the feet, which was originally good, was so swollen.

Swollen like a corbel.

He hugged his swollen leg in pain, and he couldn't stop humming.

Feng Zilong was still standing fine.

"Don't pretend, it's boring to pretend any longer."

It was Zhang Sangou who spoke.

Li Kaishan raised his head to look at Zhang Sangou and muttered, "It's not that you hurt, you don't know how painful this pain is!" ”

What he said was also true, if the pain was on Zhang Sangou, he wouldn't have said so.

But he didn't refute it.

In the face of absolute violence, only silence is the best choice, and all other struggles are suicide.

Li Kaishan knew that the reason why Zhang Sangou unswervingly stood on Feng Zilong's side was because Feng Zilong was now an absolutely violent existence, or to put it more bluntly, he was the truth of existence.

At least here, he is the truth.

If anyone can beat him with a fist, then who is the truth.

Because when you can only speak with your fists, if you still want to quibble, then not only have you not learned to understand current affairs, but you are stupider than a pig.

Li Kaishan has not been on the underworld of the rivers and lakes for a year or two, he has long understood the big book of the rivers and lakes, in this big book, there is no real winner, and there is no eternal loser, only a lot of interests.

Just like the reason why Zhang Sangou now wags his tail like a dog and begs for mercy in front of Feng Zilong, it is because Feng Zilong has enough violence to avoid strong enough, while he, Zhang Sangou, can only be beaten.

In a certain sense, Zhang Sangou can't be blamed for this.

Zhang Sangou is like him, if he wants to mix like a person on the one-third of an acre of land in the rivers and lakes, then he has to learn to pretend to be a dog.

People who can't pretend to be dogs will only have a dead end.