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Two small stones hit the joints of Xiao Li's arms, the joints hurt, and Xiao Li broke out two pig-killing sounds.

This time he couldn't even think of hugging his arms, and he endured the pain, Xiao Li looked around pitifully, and the passers-by around him hurriedly walked past him, and no one glanced in his direction.

After observing for a long time, Xiao Li did not find the culprit who secretly plotted against him.

Liu Feiyang was hitting two small stones, and he was already chasing in the opposite direction.

If you don't chase it again, this guy Devilfoot Seven will run away.

"Jingjing, are you hungry?"

Devilfoot Seven stopped at a stall selling steamed buns.

"Brother, I'm not hungry! Let's go back. ”

Jingjing shook her head.

's pale face adds a bit of intellectual beauty to him.

Liu Feiyang broadcast this scene firmly.

At this time, he didn't even have the time to open the mythical live broadcast to take a look.

"Boss, bring me two buns."

Seven ways of ghost feet.

He handed over the only dozen copper plates on his body.

"Brother, I'm not hungry." Jingjing is stubborn.

Devilfoot Seven took the wrapped bun handed over by the boss, held it in his hand, and walked towards their home with his sister in his arms.

Outside the city.

About five kilometers from the city, a dilapidated mountain temple.

Ghost Foot Seven carried his sister Jingjing into the mountain temple, and Liu Feiyang walked out from behind the big tree where he was hiding.

Looking at the dilapidated mountain temple, there are two vermilion gates, and a huge stone tripod is placed in front of the gate.

At this moment, the stone tripod has broken in many places, and it will not be long before it will completely crack and end its life.

Liu Feiyang thought about it, looked up at the sky, according to Beijing time, it should be around ten o'clock in the morning.

If you don't go back, it is estimated that the lunch at noon will be in the soup.

When you return to Baozhilin, it is inevitable that you will be ridiculed.

Unwilling to glance at the dilapidated mountain temple again, Liu Feiyang finally made up his mind in his heart.

To hell with the shit lunch!

No matter how big it is, it's not as important as the things right now.

Making a decision in his heart, Liu Feiyang quietly leaned towards the mountain temple.

Before it was close to the mountain temple, it was about a hundred meters away from the mountain temple, and the heads of people were shaking all around, and more than a dozen gang disciples wearing green clothes and holding cold knives in their hands completely surrounded the mountain temple from the inside out.

"Huh! What's going on? ”

Liu Feiyang was stunned in his heart, who did Ghost Foot Seven provoke? This seems to be too much of a problem, right?

"Damn, the anchor is big, what are you making trouble about? Is this going to be a costume drama? This background is chosen, you must like it! ”

The mythical live broadcast system suddenly jumped, Liu Feiyang opened the mythical live broadcast system and saw that it was the guy who was sassy/bag in the night Thirteen Jiro.

"You guy, what about pulling fans for me? What about them? You shouldn't tell me that you drank too much in the morning and forgot about it, right? ”

Liu Feiyang complained.

"How is that possible? The conscience of heaven and earth, the anchor is big, I have been doing my best to attract fans for you! Even if you don't believe me, believe in my discipline! ”

Thirteen times in one night.

"Humph! Seeing is believing, hearing is false, I want me to believe you, unless you bring fans in now, otherwise, I can think that you are fooling me. ”

Liu Feiyang said.

"Okay, the anchor is big, you wait a minute, I'll call them online."

While talking, Jujujiro sat in a luxurious sports car one night, took out his mobile phone and began dialing one by one.

hung up the phone, thirteen times a night, and said: "The anchor is big, they will be there soon, you can rest assured." ”

Liu Feiyang sent a smile to the past.

"Damn, the anchor is big, won't it? What kind of garbage platform are you? I couldn't find it, so I went and sent them the link to the live channel. ”

As he spoke, he held his notebook and sent the links to his buddies one by one.

Three minutes later.

The number of people in the mythical live broadcast room finally stopped at twenty people.

"The anchor is big, I've already brought it to you, I didn't lie to you!"

Thirteen times in one night.

"You still have a bit of a professional conscience." Liu Feiyang replied angrily.

"Damn, where is this? This/force/real picture, this mountain temple, which background is this? ”

"What are those guys in green clothes and holding cold knives doing in front of you? Could it be that he is preparing for a robbery? ”

"Look, they're going to act, see what they want!"

……

The tourists who came in later complained.

"The anchor is big, quickly close the distance and take a close-up of them."

Thirteen Jiro typed quickly in one night.

Liu Feiyang was not ambiguous, and quietly touched forward for more than ten meters.

"The people inside listen to the labor and management, and those who know each other get out of the house quickly! Otherwise, the labor and management will bring people to break in and make you look good! ”

A middle-aged man in a luxurious golden robe with a big belly shouted at the mountain temple.

"Get out! Don't force me to do it. ”

A roar of thunder came from the mountain temple, and then a huge square table flew out of the mountain temple.

Bang!

The huge square table smashed on the stone tripod and directly knocked the stone tripod down.

"If you're not afraid of death, just come here!"

The cold and unforgiving voice came from the mountain temple again.

"Humph! Stinky boy, do you think that labor and management will be scared like this? Do you think that a brother who dares to injure labor and management will be able to count it in this way? Labor and management sue you, in this city of Guangzhou, offend my Qinggang, and there is no place for you in the world. ”

The pot-bellied man snorted coldly.

Not in the slightest bit intimidated by Devil's Foot Seven's exposed hand.

The mountain temple quieted down, and after waiting for a while, the pot-bellied man finally got a little impatient to wait, his face sank, and he shouted, "Give it to me!" The man killed and fed the dog, and the woman caught and washed it and cleaned her at night. ”

"Hey, hey!"

Yigan's little brother Yin smiled and held the cold knife and approached the mountain temple.

"Look for death!"

A cold snort came from the mountain temple, and a cold figure walked out of the mountain temple.

"Kill him for labor!"

The pot-bellied man waved his hand, and the younger brother under his hand fiercely held the cold knife and rushed towards Ghost Foot Seven.

"Humph!"

Ghost Foot Seven snorted coldly, his body flashed, lightning quickly, and the whole person had already rushed up.

He didn't use any weapons, he relied on his feet directly, and his legs were everywhere, one foot was faster than one kick, one foot was stronger than the other, and the little brother of the Green Gang who rushed up around him, in front of the Ghost Foot Seven, no one could survive the two convergence.

It's not that the Green Gang is not powerful, as an underworld force that has dominated the Guangzhou City for decades, the power of the Green Gang is beyond imagination.

The reason why these people are not beaten is not to blame the Green Gang, they are only the lowest level of the Green Gang.

Bumper ......

"Ah......h

One by one, the members of the Green Gang were lying on the ground with their hands or chests hugging their chests, wailing vigorously!