"I am God, a god who is more divine than the God of Dreams." Ye Feng's eyes were like flowers, as if he was really a mysterious person in that world.

"God? I think you're insane, right? Brother Qiang, I can't say that the old man is still in their hands, and we have no way back. Xiao Huangmao said, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was aimed at Ye Feng's head.

Zhang Ziqiang's face panicked, and he quickly turned around and shouted: "Hammer, don't!" Don't hurt Yaoyao. He thought that Huang Mao wanted to do something to Meng Yao, but when he saw that the direction of Huang Mao's muzzle was the young man who was not ashamed, his expression moved slightly, and he didn't persuade again.

"I said I was a god, a god more than the god of dreams. You can't kill me, I don't believe you can shoot it. Ye Feng still had a smile on his face, as if the gun in Huang Mao's hand was fake, even if the trigger was pressed, it would only spew out a stream of water, or a stream of flame, and it would not kill anyone at all.

Huang Mao's eyes narrowed, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense. He glanced at Zhang Ziqiang beside him, and saw that he had no intention of stopping it, so his heart suddenly became murderous, and the fingers holding the gun slowly pressed down.

Where did the silly fork come from? is blind with a good face, why was she favored by the eldest lady Meng Yao? I want to grab a woman with my boss, let's go in the next life!

Meng Yao had already guessed his next move when she saw Huang Mao's expression, her small mouth opened slightly, wanting to remind, but her throat squirmed, but she didn't say anything.

"Xiaoqiang, you dare to kill someone in my dream house? First ask me if the old woman would like to. The old lady was already a character buried in the loess to the root of her neck, and when she saw Huang Mao about to shoot Ye Feng, she was so angry in her heart that she actually forgot to be afraid, and rushed over and punched and kicked Zhang Ziqiang.

Zhang Ziqiang's aggrieved snot and tears came, and he wanted to defend himself: Grandma, it was the yellow-haired hammer who wanted to shoot and hurt people, what did you mean by your old man beating me? Look at it, take a closer look, my little white and red face has been scratched by you.

Huang Mao thought that Ye Feng would die if he pressed his finger, but the gunshot he was expecting did not go off, but instead he saw a shocking and frightened picture.

The white light flashed in the arms of the man who smiled like a dog's tail flower, and a three-foot sword flew out with a "whoosh". Before he could press his fingers, he had fallen and chopped them off along with his gun-holding hand.

Blood splattered!

Even, the fallen arm instinctively opened because of the pain.

Huang Mao, dumbfounded. He never dreamed that he would be able to see such a magical scene in his life. It's a pity that the sword cut off his own arm. This ~ is it lucky? Or is it misfortune?

Lingxi saw the blood, but did not rush back to the sheath. It hovered vigilantly around Ye Feng's body, like a faithful, reliable, and never-betraying bodyguard.

Meng Yao was stunned!

Zhang Ziqiang was stunned!

The old lady's eyes lit up, and she thought: The granddaughter's vision is still good, and this Ye Feng is not as simple as it seems on the surface!

Ye Feng gently patted Meng Yao's little hand and asked, "Are you sleepy?" It's already late at night, so I'll leave it to myself. Why don't you help grandma back to her room to rest? ”

"Good!" Meng Yao replied mechanically, and then said with a worried face: "That... I don't know if my dad's soul has left, I'm afraid ......"

"Afraid of what? He's your father, will he hurt you? ”

The old lady looked at Ye Feng thoughtfully, but said to Meng Yao: "I'll leave it to Xiao Ye here!" Let's go, go upstairs and rest. People are old and sleepy, and their body bones can't stand the toss. If you feel sorry for me, take a moment to settle your affairs as soon as possible, and I will die, which can be regarded as a clear sight. ”

"Grandma, you're still very young, don't say such things!" Ye Feng stood up, made an inviting gesture to the old lady, and then motioned for the Spirit Rhino Sword to follow over to protect him, and then walked back to the sofa and sat down.

Meng Yao's face turned red, she didn't know how to pick up her grandmother's words, she glanced at Ye Feng resentfully, stood up with a reluctant face, and helped her faltering grandmother to walk upstairs.

Seeing that the sword followed Meng Yao and the old lady upstairs, Huang Mao actually pretended to be in pain and bent down. While Ye Feng was not paying attention, he picked up the pistol on the ground with his left hand like lightning, and once again aimed the muzzle of the gun at Ye Feng's head.

laughed and said, "You didn't have a trick this time, did you?" The sword is not there, I see how you can block the bullets in this shot. ”

"Silly boy!" Ye Feng's face was full of disdain, and he smiled: "Shall we make a bet?" ”

"Bet?" Huang Mao looked puzzled, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Ye Feng's gourd, so he pretended to be curious and asked, "What are you betting on?" It depends on whether you hammer me or not. ”

"Bet you won't hit me with your left hand!" Ye Feng said with a serious face: "If you shoot, this muzzle will definitely be aimed at your own body." ”

"Whew!" Xiao Huangmao spat on the ground disapprerovitously, endured the pain in the wound on his right arm and said, "I forgot to tell you that my left hand has also practiced shooting." As he spoke, the index finger of his left hand, which was holding the gun, also pressed down quickly.

"Bang!"

The gun went off, but Huang Mao lowered his head in disbelief.

Hurt! It hurts to drill the heart! He didn't know when there was a little hole in his chest that was gurgling and bleeding. And the muzzle of the gun he held in his left hand was aimed in the same direction as where he was injured.

"Hammer, you..." Zhang Ziqiang looked at Huang Mao in surprise, and then looked at Ye Feng who was casual, feeling cute. It's not..., it's that I feel like I'm dreaming. What the hell is this hammer doing? Is this playing self-harm?

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! Huang Mao looked excited, and his left hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly. He was very serious this time, and when he was sure that the direction of his muzzle was Ye Feng's head, he frowned and pressed the trigger fiercely.

"Bang!"

The gun went off! Huang Mao felt it carefully, and found that he didn't have any extra wounds, so he laughed happily.

Ye Feng also smiled, then pointed to Zhang's mother, who was unconscious on the ground, and said, "Congratulations, you hit." It's a pity that this shot was a little off and didn't hit her vital point. ”

"Huh? What do you mean? Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked at Ye Feng as if asking. Following the direction of Ye Feng's finger, Huang Mao saw that there was a small hole in the thigh of Zhang's mother, who had fainted on the ground, and it was still bleeding outward, and it was a red fountain.

That's not right! I've practiced shooting with my left hand, so why didn't I hit today? Huang Mao doesn't believe in evil, he has to hit Ye Feng's head. So, he once again aimed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at Ye Feng.

"Bang!"

The gun went off! A man's wail followed.

Hey? No, doesn't it sound like that guy? It's very similar to Brother Qiang's voice. Huang Mao looked at it, and sure enough, there was a blood hole in Zhang Ziqiang's thigh. … Maybe? … It seems like? … Seemingly? … Or is it? Is it the result of the shot he shot just now?

No! No way!

Huang Mao didn't believe it. Then, he once again aimed the muzzle of the gun at Ye Feng's head.

This time, the smile on Ye Feng's face disappeared, and he said in a cold tone: "Repeat and repeat, not again and again, right?" Even if it's two wins out of three, I've already won. You~ are you really going to shoot? Aren't you afraid that this shot will hit you in the head? ”

Huang Mao's expression froze, and it was obvious that he was also afraid.

I'm afraid that this shot won't hit the guy in front of me, but I'm not afraid that this shot will really turn out for myself. He raised the muzzle of the gun again and aimed it at Ye Feng's head, but he turned his face away, looked at Zhang Ziqiang with affection, and said, "Brother Qiang, take care!" In the afterlife, we are brothers. ”

Zhang Ziqiang's throat squirmed, raised his head, and looked at Huang Mao, but he couldn't say anything. That's fine, that's free, isn't it?

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth twitched, revealing a bright smile, looking at Huang Mao, who was reluctant to move, and said, "You're not bad, but you're a little stupid." You don't even want to shoot me three times, what's the matter? Figured it out so quickly? Ready to hug my thighs? ”