Chapter 177

What the?

Lin Feng's eyes were full of anger, and his temples were dancing wildly.

"What are you? You're also qualified to talk to me, get out of here! ”

In his eyes, Hua Wu is just an ordinary woman, just a little more beautiful, if it is usual, he still has the heart to hook up and play around, now his wife and son are lying in the coffin, where is he still in the mood?

He jerked the coffin board.

But it doesn't move.

Because if he is nailed with a nail, how can he be capable?

"What about the security guards, the security guards, all of them came to help, why are they all dead? What do you people eat? Lin Feng was furious, and his saliva squirted.

However, a few security guards, you look at me, I look at you, but none of them dared to help.

They had already been taught a lesson by the Flower Dance before.

In the face of this woman who is smoky and flattering, but can torture people to the point of doubting life, they feel fear in their hearts.

Compared with a job with a salary of thousands of dollars, life is naturally more important.

Lin Feng jumped like thunder: "What's the matter? Are you deaf, or wood? ”

A security guard said, "Mr. Lin, I'm ...... I quit my job, I can't do this job, anyway, I just got paid, and I don't want the salary for the next few days, goodbye! ”

After speaking, he ran out of the Lin family directly and disappeared.

What the?

Lin Feng was dumbfounded, he couldn't accept it.

But then, all the security guards resigned, and like the first security guard, they didn't want the rest of their wages and left directly.

"This, the ...... who stepped on the horse" Lin Feng was about to vomit blood, he couldn't figure it out, was he afraid of Lin Yan?

At this time, Jin Shuiping gave the bald head a look.

The bald head pouted, but still nodded.

Just now, he had already looked at the situation, Lin Yan, Hua Wu, and Wang Fang, among the three of them, he only saw that Wang Fang was a martial artist who had entered the ranks, but his strength was very low, and he could handle it with one hand; As for Lin Yan and Hua Wu, they don't seem to have any internal strength at all, so they don't have to worry about it.

With so many people, the Lin family went up and down, making trouble and making chickens and dogs restless.

Therefore, his impression of the Lin family is even worse.

What's more, he has slept with Jin Shuiping now, and treats her as his own woman, Lin Feng is equivalent to a rival in love, so he is naturally unhappy.

He walked up and said, "Nuo Da is a Lin family, and there is not even a person who can handle it, all of them are waste, and they can't hold their heads up when they are bullied by a few women, get out of the way!" ”

The bald head pushed Lin Feng away.

Then he looked at the flower dance on the other side of the coffin, his eyes were full of surprise.

With a wicked smile, he said, "I have a crush on you, and I'll come with me later." ”

Lin Yan glanced at his bald head lightly, his eyes were as indifferent as looking at a dead man.

And Hua Wu giggled: "But I don't like you, you're too ugly." ”

"You ......"

The bald head was furious, grabbed the coffin board with both hands, and the internal strength of the late Yellow level suddenly exerted.

"Up!"

"Bo Bo", there was a burst of explosion, the nails on the edge of the coffin were pulled out one after another, and seeing that the coffin board was about to be lifted, the Lin family was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and smile.

As a result, at this moment, Hua Wu slapped her palm on the coffin lid.

"Boom-"

The lid of the coffin slammed and fell again.

"Ahh

A loud scream.

But it was the bald fingers that were caught in the coffin board.

What made him most painful and horrified was that he was a dignified late-stage martial artist, at such a time, with all his strength, he couldn't even pull his fingers out.

The more I pumped, the more painful it became, and the flesh was blurred.

It's horrible.

The woman in front of her, who seems to be powerless, is actually a master of internal strength, and she can crush herself.

"Ah, let go, let go, who the hell are you?"