Feng Yin: Is it useful to worry about Sister ......?

Sister's body has passed, and at most she can sit on the ground like the original body and sprinkle it and touch porcelain.

But this is the skill of the original body, and she Feng Yin doesn't have such a clever means.

Rather than that, she might as well wait for them to finish fighting, and she used words to conquer those bastards.

The key problem is that her son is not her own, and Feng Yin can't get the impatience of being a mother at all.

Xu Li looked at his friend like this, and he was helpless with her, so he had to silently pull her to speed up.

Feng Yin knew that Xu Li was anxious for herself, so she didn't hold her back, and then accelerated her pace and rushed towards the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

"Don't fight, don't fight, the village chief and Li Zheng are here."

Feng Yin from a distance saw a large number of people gathered under the locust tree at the entrance of the village, and he didn't know who shouted like this.

But Feng Yin still faintly heard the sound of persuasion from the crowd, as well as the muffled sound of fists and kicks entering the flesh and the muffled snort of the person being beaten, you can imagine how crazy and fierce the fight scene was.

"Stop!"

At this time, a cold cheer came out.

Then there was a crowd of people surging to make way for others.

Along the way Feng Yin came out, he saw that the few people who were still scuffling together were all silenced by this voice.

Zhang Qiubai grabbed a man's collar with one hand, and stuck his other hand on another man's neck.

Look at that posture, I just want to fight with people endlessly.

And he himself was no better, his neck was also tied, his hair was still choked, and his legs were twisted to the side by one of the other two.

What's even worse is Zhang Xinghe, not only was he grabbed by four men like catching the boss, but he was also stepped on by a woman on his stomach.

That's how miserable it looks.

Feng Yin really didn't see this face.

When the villagers heard the noise, they quickly dispersed, for fear that they would get into trouble if they walked slowly.

Feng Yin raised her gaze from the battlefield of the two sons, followed the sound, and found two old men with gray hair walking from another road in the village.

The two look the same age, a little old man with a slightly chubby body and a ruddy face, and a height of about 1.7 meters, has a sense of immediacy of a modern grandfather next door.

The other is emaciated, with no half a pound of flesh on his body, a little hunched back, and looks less than 1.7 meters tall, and his face is wrinkled.

The former is Li Zheng Xu Ruogu of the ten villages and eight villages around Xiaoyu Village, and the distant uncle of Xu Li's family.

And the latter is Tang Hedu, the village chief of Xiaoyu Village.

It is said that Li Zheng Xu Ruogu is a few years older than the village chief Tang Hedu, but it looks as if the two of them are as old as ever.

After seeing the two important people of Xiaoyu Village clearly, his eyes turned away from them.

It just so happened that at this time, Tang Hedu and Li Zheng Xu Ruogu also saw the scene clearly.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

Tang Hedu saw that he and Brother Xu had arrived, and these boys didn't let go, their already dark faces couldn't help but sink, and there was a little more majesty in their voices.

With Tang Hedu's reprimand, Feng Yin saw his two cheap sons and the four brothers of the Zhao family getting up from the ground in embarrassment.

None of the six people are much better, and obviously the four brothers of the Zhao family are in the hands of the two brothers of the Zhang family, and they have not taken much advantage.

The only one who took advantage should be Zhao Wu's.

"What's going on?"

Tang Hedu came to a few young people with his hands behind his back, his eyes were slightly cold: "What kind of system is it to fight here in the morning?" ”