The white-haired old man, feeling a little strange, had the tape from their mouths removed.

As soon as the tape was torn off, the two of them shouted urgently: "We don't know them, he beat your people, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

"Then why did they help you?" said a young man from Ishimura who had been beaten next to him.

The thugs looked dazed and shook their heads in unison: "I don't know, it's because of other reasons." ”

At this time, a young man next to him recalled for a moment, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Oh, I remembered." At that time, Agen and I were fighting, and she (Qiao Ruolan) seemed to scold Agen, and then Agen rushed up. Later, for some unknown reason, Agen was beaten, and then our three friends chased him out and were also beaten. They, like these bastards, aren't good birds. ”

With the last sentence, the young man's tone suddenly became stern, and he said fiercely.

"This man and woman are black, and the two cubs of the Shi family, Shi Wanqing's cub, are about to be scrapped. When our brothers saw it, they took them to the ancestral hall and asked the patriarch to send them down. A big man next to him who was escorting Mo Feifei and Qiao Ruolan echoed.

"So, are you two nosy?" asked the white-haired old man tentatively with his hands on his hand, although he was old, he was deaf and clear-headed.

Looking at the hot eyes of the group of people around her, Qiao Ruolan was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word. Mo Feifei could open his mouth, but he was not in a hurry to argue, he knew that this matter was getting darker and darker the more he described. Now these people are getting angry, and the more they talk, the more they are wrong.

Instead of talking to them, it is better to save more effort and see if there is any chance of getting out.

They didn't speak, and the three people kneeling on the ground were more anxious than one another, and scolded Mo Feifei and Qiao Ruolan again and again: "You two bastards, you have made things more and more serious, and you have affected us." ”

"That's it, I really didn't burn high incense when I went out, and I ran into you two bastards. ”

"Let you tmde be nosy, wait for me. ”

“.....”

These people belong to the typical wall grass, and the wind blows on both sides. It's harder to count on them to be accountable than it is to climb to the top.

Mo Feifei paused for a while, his eyes were full of sharp light, and he said: "There is no regret medicine in the world, since it has fallen into your hands, I have nothing to say, and I am willing to bear the consequences." I endured the punishment for losing money. I still say the same thing, I have a request, my friends are going to be beaten with sticks, and they all come at me. ”

After hearing this, Qiao Ruolan was moved and guilty in her heart.

What touched me was that Mo Feifei, who usually doesn't recruit much of his favorite, would actually stand up for himself at this critical time.

What I feel guilty about is that if I hadn't been willful, if I hadn't had to go to some Internet café to surf the Internet, and if I had to provoke people who shouldn't have been provoked, how could I have today's bad luck.

It's just that she doesn't have the courage to stand up and take on everything anyway.

This can't be blamed on her, Qiao Ruolan is just a little girl in her early twenties who doesn't know the world, and when she encounters this situation, she will definitely be overwhelmed, and it is reasonable to feel afraid.

"You kid, you're not bad, better than these three. The white-haired old man shook his head, and then pointed to the three people on the ground.

Judging from his tone, he thought that he would change his words and really let Mo Feifei bear the twenty sticks for Qiao Ruolan.

It's just that his next words made Mo Feifei's heart sink to the bottom all of a sudden.

However, rules are rules, and if she makes a mistake, she should be punished. However, for the sake of your righteousness, you can reduce the number of times a little more, and her twenty sticks will be changed to ten sticks. ”

"Hmph", Mo Feifei sneered and scolded: "Old immortal, who let you give face." If you have the ability to have seventy sticks, all of them greet me, if Lao Tzu frowns, you will be born. ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around them were in an uproar. This kid is really too bold, and he dares to publicly insult the eldest patriarch of the village in front of the whole clan of Shicun, which is really an ambitious leopard.

"You bastard, say it again...."A few descendants directly picked up the blade and put it on Mo Feifei's neck.

"I don't want to live anymore, do I?" someone grabbed Mo Fei's collar.

"Grandpa, this bastard insulted you so much, just kill him. ”

“。。。。 ”

The old and young of Ishimura all quit, and vowed to kill Mo Feifei directly.

It is difficult for outsiders, if they are not on the scene, to comprehend the current situation. It is also difficult to understand how in such a society under the rule of law, how can anyone dare to be so lawless, arresting people when they say they are arrested, punishing them when they say they are punished, and killing people when they say they are killed.

But in reality, this situation really exists, and some powerful villages can definitely be called local hegemons.

Where there is light, there is darkness. The brighter the place, the greater the darkness.

The white-haired old man's chest fell together, obviously angry enough. Being scolded by a person in his twenties in the ancestral hall for being old and immortal is really unprecedented.

His breathing began to quicken, and even his body began to tremble. If he was younger, he would have stepped forward to break this kid's hands and feet as a punishment.

However, he is now in his nineties, and he can no longer act according to the rules like his juniors. In addition, he can't fall in front of his juniors and lose his long posture.

He tried to calm his mind, and after a few big breaths, he said leisurely, "You want to provoke me in this way, so that you can bear the punishment for your friend, don't you?"

Mo Feifei was noncommittal, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing two deep dimples, and said quietly, "Why, you don't dare to start, for fear that seventy sticks will beat me to death?"

The white-haired old man asked loudly, "Are you really not afraid?"

Mo Feifei smiled as usual: "I'm afraid your stick is not hard enough." ”

The white-haired old man took a deep breath, and a strange look flashed through his cloudy eyes. After staring at Mo Fei for a long time, he finally said, "Okay, since you insist, then okay." Since you have to take it for her, it is not as simple as adding twenty sticks to her, you have to add fifty sticks. ”

Fifty sticks, plus fifty sticks, is a hundred rods.

In other words, Mo Fei has to bear a hundred sticks alone.

Twenty sticks can beat people to the point that their skin and flesh are open, and their flesh and blood are flying. If you have a hundred sticks, you have to beat people to death.

Qiao Ruolan, who was originally too frightened to speak, felt sour in her heart, and suddenly collapsed and cried loudly. While crying, he begged Mo Feifei: "Nasty ghost, don't do that, they will beat you to death." What am I going to do if you die? What am I going to do?"