"Now you're satisfied, good brother!" Weng Meiling's last two words were almost gritted her teeth and spit out one by one.

"Haha, well, I'm very happy with this brother's call." A smile appeared on Ying Yiji's face, shrugged his shoulders with laughter, looked at the hateful Weng Meiling, and pointed to the leader who was kneeling on the ground and leading a group of black-clothed old boys.

"Then these people will be left to you to dispose of, and you can play as much as you want."

Weng Meiling ignored this group of people, and first said to Ying Yiji: "Before I met you, my world was black and white, and after I met you, wow, it's all black."

"Brother Sick, it's me Chen Feixiong." The black-clothed leader had his eyelids twitching, and his eyes were frightened.

It's him! It's him! Our kinky bears, little scum! ~~~~~~~It's him! It's him! That's him, no treatment, go home!!

Ying Sick looked at this guy's face and really wanted to sing a song.

This Chen Feixiong is also a faceless and skinless master, who is quite easy to take and put down, after swallowing his saliva: "The little ones are clumsy, I didn't recognize you at first, and I didn't know that this little sister-in-law was your horse, otherwise how dare you...... How dare you, just let us go. ”

Weng Meiling turned her back and smiled lightly, so bright. Weng Meiling's smile was so touching that she was dumbfounded and became uneasy.

Weng Meiling squeezed her left eye and said, 'Ha! ‘

After Ying Zhiji glanced at her, he looked back at Chen Feixiong, examined him a few times, stared at his eyes calmly, and said lightly: "She is not my horse." ”

"This, this, this...... I really don't want it, if I knew the identities of the two of you, I wouldn't dare to offend you two if I had a thousand guts. ”

"Remember, she's not my horse." Ying Yi stretched his waist and raised a faint killing smile at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly disappeared again, and said in a faint, low voice: "She is your godmother!"

The strong murderous aura, the instant release, as if the essence tightly solidified the surrounding air, as if the air would not flow anymore, time drip filter, almost not feel the flow of time.

All of them were shocked!

There was no need for any orders from Ying Zhi, the bald man led the brothers of the winning army to pounce over, and brought the guy who was beaten violently up, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, patted Chen Feixiong's face and said: "Fight the street, you dare to attack the sick brother in our ring, it's really tired, haven't you tried the taste of life is better than death!" ”

Under the scene of a group of people with blades resting on their necks. Chen Feixiong's eyes bloomed brightly, and before his pupils had time to show panic, a group of people were busy kowtowing to Weng Meiling and begging for mercy.

Weng Meiling took off her usual ghost horse elf, and looked at Ying Sick Guy gently and charmingly, his deep black eyes shone brightly, exuding a charming brilliance, especially his words in a low voice: She is your godmother!

Weng Meiling instantly felt like she was being beaten by the hanging.

This guy's eyes flashed with pain, but he kowtowed hard again: "Godmother, godmother, godmother, godmother, you will spare your godson's life."

"Hmph, don't call me my godmother to call me old, it's okay to let you go." Weng Meiling glared at her viciously, these big eyes were even more fierce than the bald head.

Chen Feixiong, who was in ecstasy, immediately said: "Thank you, godmother, thank you, godfather."

"Thank you, thank you uncle, thank you family, thank you ancestors for eighteen generations." Weng Meiling was panicked and anxious, gritted her teeth and said: "In the Northeast, there is a sport called rolling calves."

"Okay, let's get out, get out right away." Although Weng Meiling's words were not embarrassed, Chen Feixiong and the others stood up on their knees as if they had been pardoned.

I'm trying to slip away.

The smart and clever Weng Meiling's eyes rolled around, "Can't! It's beautiful to think about. ”

Ying Yiji smiled softly and watched what she did. The people around her were also stupidly waiting for her hair to fall.

"Then, godmother, what do you say?"

At this time, Weng Meiling leaned over and whispered a few words next to Chen Feixiong's ear.

Then he stepped back and stood beside him with the little pig in his arms again.

After a while, I saw Chen Feixiong and they returned to their original place.

"Frog, frog, croak, croak, ......!"

"Quack ......" (to be continued......