"Da Ming, is this how you taught refugees?" , Nan Feng asked with a calm face and a cold tone. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the initiative to stop Wang Fubai from continuing to commit violence. At the same time, he held Wang Fubai's right arm and squeezed a pile of manure and meat into a circle.

This kind of squeezing immediately made the blood flow in the arm not flow smoothly, and the arm quickly became bruised.

Wang Fubai immediately exhaled in pain, feeling that his entire arm was unconscious. He clenched his left hand into a fist and slammed it into Nanfeng's chest.

But Nanfeng had also practiced before crossing. So at the moment when Wang Fubai made a move, his arm slipped and grabbed his wrist. In another flash, he came to his right side. Then he raised half of his arm and quickly threw it back.

Hearing a click, Wang Fubai's left arm was stuck by his right elbow. The crunch of the bones was so clear.

The cry of pain followed!

Wang Fubai's fat head and big face hurt into the color of pig liver. He was about to resist, but Nan Feng immediately increased his strength. The pain in the arm also intensified instantly.

Now, he didn't dare to move!

hurriedly threw a look for help to his peers on the side. But just one glance, his heart was cold. Because his companions were being blocked by several grim-faced refugees. One of them, who had a better relationship with him, was trampled under his feet by refugees.

When he came into contact with the eyes of his peers, he saw a deep helplessness.

I still remember when I first came in, these refugees looked quite ordinary. But at this moment, their eyes were full of coldness like a knife.

And this kind of coldness is not physical coldness, but a kind of indifference and numbness that ignores life and does not contain any feelings. forced him to dare not look directly at these people.

There was a burst of coldness in my heart, and my body couldn't help but shiver. In this perennial hot and humid South Seas, it was the first time that he felt a biting cold.

But for such a gaze, there was some déjà vu in his mind.

The rings of memory begin to turn back, searching for similar fragments. But the pain in his elbow prevented him from concentrating.

At this time, Nan Feng's cold voice sounded in his ears, and he only listened: "Get up!" ”。

He had been sitting on top of the thin woman, so that she could not move, and lay straight on her back in the yellowed puddle. The cape was scattered, and the face was obscured by sticky hair. His body was also motionless, and he couldn't see his face clearly. It's just a slight heaving of the chest, showing that this person is still alive.

The little girl knelt in the puddle. The clothes and socks on the lower body have been soaked with stagnant water. But as if she didn't notice it, she shook the woman's body vigorously with her little hands. The mouth kept shouting: "Mother! Mother! ”。

Hot teardrops also slid down the baby's fat cheeks. Washed away the stained mud, revealing a childish little face. Some of the clear tears dripped on his arm, and some fell on the woman's back. Others fell into puddles of water and rippled.

Then listen to her staccato cries, mixed with bursts of sobs and whimpering. The voice was soft, weak, brittle, and full of sadness that could not be concealed.

Nanfeng's daughter Nanxi is not much different from this little girl. Therefore, seeing this sad scene, he unconsciously thought of his daughter. The whole heart also felt as if it had been grabbed by someone, and it hurt terribly.

Wang Fubai still wanted to pretend to be tough, so he deliberately collapsed his body and put all the weight of his body on the woman. Then I heard a loud sound, and the woman who was lying on the ground let out a groan of misery. But it sounds soft, as if it is weak. The undulating chest and mouth also smoothed out a lot.

Nanfeng's face immediately sank to the point that he could drip water. With a force on his hand, Wang Fubai's arm was slammed back.

The crunch of the click immediately rang several times in a row. Wang Fubai's arm was also bent at an angle of thirty degrees. The fat on it was then squeezed to the sides, swaying, hanging from the arms. From his neck to his face, he turned red, turning from a pig's liver to a monkey's fart.

But Nan Feng didn't stop, his left arm suddenly came out, and a punch hit Wang Fubai's vest. The right arm followed up and lifted his neck.

"Ahh Wang Fubai's mouth opened wide in pain, and he was about to scream. But his throat suddenly choked as if it had been suddenly stuffed.

This is a misplaced lock throat!

It was Nanfeng who was forced to learn when he was training in that mysterious organization. At that time, in order to make them more proficient, they were also allowed to fight and kill each other.

But this trick doesn't take people's lives. But its benefits are also clear. It will make people's qi and blood surge, and in a short period of time, the whole body will be weak. If you want to do something, the other party can't resist.

Thinking that in order to master this trick, he suffered a lot. So that when he does not use force for a long time, he is still skillful. The guards who were in charge of his safety didn't expect Nanfeng's own kung fu to be good. The eyes without the slightest human emotion also produced a touch.

And Wang Fubai, who was misplaced and locked in his throat, rolled his eyes straight up, and his chest rose and fell violently. Finally, with a whoop, he spat out a large mouthful of red blood. His body also softened, and as soon as Nanfeng took advantage of the situation, he pushed Wang Fubai down.

With a pop, such a large puddle was immediately filled by Wang Fubai. Nanfeng's body was splashed with water again.

In the organization back then, the scene of training gradually blurred in my mind.

At this moment, the little girl's cry sounded in his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

He quickly walked up to the woman and lifted her up with his strong arms. Give it to one of the guards and let him take it down for treatment, and at the same time order the little girl to be properly settled. Only then did he shift his attention to Wang Fubai again.

Several refugees who acted as spectators also apparently realized that Nanfeng's identity was not ordinary. But for a while, I couldn't guess Nanfeng's identity. He stared blankly, like a few humanoid logs.

Wang Fubai, who was lying on the ground, also relieved himself. The tone was very threatening: "You-you-your grandfather's!" Know who I am? ”。 It's just that the whole body is weak, so I didn't say a few words, and my tone softened. This threat is light and ineffective.

Nan Feng sneered and replied coldly, "I don't know who you are!" But I know that you and the people behind you will be severely punished by the criminal law of the Ming Dynasty. ”。

When he spoke, his expression was like ice that would not melt for thousands of years. The tone was also extremely cold. Wang Fubai was shocked in his heart, and he was a little jealous of Nanfeng's identity.

But how scary can the identity of the people who can go to the refugee camps be? Even the royal relatives of Johor can't make much waves in the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking of this, he replied in a tougher tone: "Hehe... Here, I am the Fa! ”。

Because he was so excited, he was involved in the injury on his arm, and he gasped in pain. (To be continued.) )