Trumpet!

A slap in the face of a man. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man flew up and slammed his head into the wall with a thud.

Ouch!

The man snorted and collapsed to the ground.

But Feng Ziqing was still fine, standing in front of Zhang Yawu.

Zhang Yawu looked at her: "Who was the old lady who slapped just now?" She didn't see who the slap hit just now, she just said that it was a slap that knocked Feng Ziqing away, but when she saw that Feng Ziqing was still in front of her eyes, she was a little panicked. This kind of thing that hit Zhang San but hit Li Si is the first time it has happened to her, and this kind of thing can only happen once, otherwise in the end, she won't even know how she died.

"Mother-in-law, why are you beating me!"

Li Fulai collapsed on the ground, his whole face swollen like a swollen pig urine bag.

Zhang Yawu looked at Li Fulai lying on the ground in a daze, and didn't understand it for a long time, obviously she hit Feng Ziqing, but the slap hit Li Fulai in the face, could it be that that little slut will make magic not work? In the past, others were afraid of her, but now she is afraid of others, what a great irony!

"Y-How did you dodge my slap?"

Zhang Yawu's face showed an expression of sudden seeing the dead come to life.

To be honest, over the years, she has beaten a lot of people, but there is really no one like Feng Ziqing who can avoid her slap. Feng Ziqing is one, and he is the first. Faced with this first one, she suddenly felt a terrifying sense of loss in her heart.

"You didn't hit me in the first place!"

Feng Ziqing still had a flower-like smile on his face.

In the world, there is no smile that can surpass her laughter.

Zhang Yawu also had to admit that the smile on the face of the girl in front of her was really good-looking. But no matter how beautiful it looks, it seems a bit of an eyesore to her, because she let her dodge her slap just now.

She was the first person in all these years to dodge her slap.

Rise from where you fall.

Zhang Yawu used to think this way, and she did so, so she had not suffered defeat for so many years, and no one who had been struck by her had escaped her palm.

Feng Ziqing can't either.

She had to be slapped in the face.

Only one slap knocked her down, and then two more kicks, was worthy of the slap she had just dodged.

Beat.

Must fight.

If you can't hit it, you won't stop.

She had to be hit.

Gotta beat her up.

can't hit her, can't hit her, and vow not to let her go.

Beat!

The mission of the hit.

When this series of thoughts surged from Zhang Yawu's mind, her big hand, which could cover the sky, slapped Feng Ziqing's face door with another snort.

As long as this slap confirmed her face, then she would have blood from her nose and mouth plus three front teeth dropping.

Trumpet!

It's another slick in the face.

This slap hit another person.

But this person is none other than her husband Li Fulai.

Isn't Li Fulai lying on the ground?

He was indeed lying on the ground, but when Zhang Yawu slapped out, Li Fulai suddenly stood up from the ground like a ghost, and just right to block the big slap for Feng Ziqing.

Feng Ziqing stood behind Li Fulai.

Li Fulai stood with his head held high, looking like a general who had been defeated many times.

Just now, only one side of the face was swollen, but now it's okay, both sides are swollen, symmetrical, and it doesn't look ugly, but both eyes are hidden behind the bright swollen face, and there is only a gap left to see the world outside.

When you look at people in the cracks of the door, you tend to look at them flat.

Looking at people in swollen eyes will also flatten people.

At this time, Li Fulai saw that his wife seemed to have become flattened, narrow, like a board, a coffin board.

"Wife, you seem to have become slimmer. ”

When Li Fu said this, he immediately regretted it. He didn't know why he said such a sentence, he had never said such a thing in front of Zhang Yawu before, he felt that this sentence was particularly ugly, as if he deliberately mocked Zhang Yawu for losing the battle just now.

"Miao, your mother B!"

When Zhang Yawu heard Li Fulai's nondescript words, he was so angry that he jumped like thunder, and then rewarded him with a beautiful hook, which knocked him into the air and fell to the ground like a dead pig, with only the air coming out of his nostrils and almost no breath entering.

"Wife, what I said is true!"

"It's really your mother!" Zhang Yawu heard that he dared to talk back, and stepped on him twice, so he was a little relieved, "You said that the old lady is slim, where is the old lady slim?"

"You're as slim as a coffin board!"

"Li Fulai, okay, you actually dare to scold the old lady in front of outsiders, okay, the old lady doesn't kill you today, it's the kind of money!" Zhang Yawu scolded, grabbed Li Fulai from the ground, slapped him dozens of times, and then threw him to the ground again, his eyes turned to Feng Ziqing again, and said coldly: "Are you satisfied now?" The implication is that my husband is not angry, I taught him a lesson, you should be satisfied, you are satisfied, you should have a good fight with me, right?