The more he thought about it, the more angry Fu Guo became, and the more he felt guilty. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since he was a child, except for his father, he has only been beaten twice.

Once when he was in elementary school, he was robbed of money by a junior high school student, and the other time was at the go-kart club, where he was not only beaten by Xia Feng, but also insulted by him that he didn't want to remember.

"I've always bullied others, when have I ever been bullied like this!

Xia Feng, I. Exercise. Your uncle! ”

Fu Guo punched the head of the bed a few times, until he felt his fist numb, and he stopped a little tremblingly.

Tremblingly lit a cigarette, waiting for a cigarette to finish, he took out his mobile phone and called Xia Feng, thinking that as soon as the other party picked it up, he sprayed wildly, but the other party came to a preemptive strike:

"Have you paid all the hospitalization fees? My good son? ”

"I***!"

"Look at you, an unfilial son, how can you say that about your father. Have you forgotten the sadness of the "balls" at that time? ”

"Xia Feng, I'm going to kill you! Where are you now? If you're a man, tell me I'm going to kill you right now! ”

"Look at your little bit of talent, are you playing too many games? Do you think it's in the game? Come and kill me.

I thought you were just brain-dead, but now it seems that saying that you are brain-dead is simply an insult to the brain-dead IQ.

is not very old, and instead of learning how to act bravely and help his classmates, he pretends to be compared everywhere and engages in school violence.

I thought you had repented by calling me, but now that you look at it, you are really dead. ”

"Xia Feng, you just wait for me, I'll fucking kill you sooner or later, if I don't kill you, I won't be called Fu Guo, by the way, and your little slut, I'll find a bunch of people to wheel. Kill him! ”

"Doodoo ......"

Xia Feng didn't listen to Fu Guo's cruel words to him anymore, and he didn't respond to anything, because it was useless and meaningless.

What's more, there's nothing to say with a dead man.

Fu Guo was about to go crazy by Xia Feng's anger, just now he really had the urge to find Xia Feng and then stab the other party to death.

His father went out to drink, let him reflect at home, and didn't let him go anywhere.

He hated Fu Wenhao in his heart, because Fu Wenhao was very fierce, and he was used to him, but when he was not used to him, he was really beating him to death.

I remember that once, he talked to Fu Wenhao, but he said that he was smooth, and scolded directly, but he was almost beaten to death by Fu Wenhao.

So Fu Wenhao's words of warning him with a cold face were no different from the Holy Decree to him, although he wanted to go out, but he was afraid that Fu Wenhao would drink too much and come back and not see him, and he would play such a drunken madness on him, it would be bad.

After struggling at home for a while, Fu Guo still didn't dare to go out.

When his mood calmed down, he boarded the game again and began to play boringly.

Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, it came to more than 10 o'clock in the evening.

Fu Guo was immersed in the game, and he had forgotten all the previous unpleasantness.

The pale floor tiles illuminated by the light were indistinctly glowing black at this time.

The lights in the living room suddenly went out as if they were broken.

At the same time, the light in the bathroom also lost its original color after flickering very quickly.

The originally brightly lit room ended up being only Fu Guo's bedroom, and through the crack in the door, there was still a little light shining through.

The lock made a soft "click" sound, and the back door slowly opened.

The door opened wider and wider, so much so that it completely embraced the darkness in the hallway.

"Treading ......"

A series of slight footsteps, at this time, slowly sounded from the darkness, from far to near, began to become clear.

Then, a bloodless figure entered Fu Guo's house.

In his hand was a bright knife, a scimitar with a small arc, as long as a dagger, and the tip of the knife like an erected awl.

The door that had been opened was slowly closed again.

The room was not very quiet, because Fu Guo's scolding kept coming out of the bedroom:

"Mid lane, Ahshabi!

, as far as you are Shabi, are you not dead!

Why are you so pit, if you don't know how to play, you can get out, the poor ratio is the poor ratio, what is the meaning of your life......! ”

Fu Guo's scolding seemed to hurt the figure, and he saw that the figure's originally hesitant movements suddenly became firm, and then came directly to Fu Guo's bedroom door.

Standing outside the door, through the crack in the door, the figure saw Fu Guo's figure with his back to him, sitting on a chair immersed in the game.

The corners of the figure's mouth rose with a hint of cold-blooded arc, and then pushed the door open, getting closer and closer to Fu Guo's back.

"Little Cub, where are you?

Do you believe that tomorrow I will let you die at home?

Come on, come on, give me your mobile phone number, don't be cowardly, a small basket ......"

Fu Guo scolded Zhengshuang, and vented all the anger he had received from Xia Feng before through the net.

Just when he felt invincible, he suddenly felt a little cold in his neck, and not only that, but he also heard the sound of "huh" and "huh".

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a man with angry eyes and a pale face, holding a knife in his head, held high.

"Ahh

Fu Guo was so frightened that he fell directly to the ground, and the figure did not pause in the slightest because of his shouting, and the knife fell down fiercely and plunged directly into Fu Guo's head.

"Puff ......"

"Puff ......"

The light in the bedroom, like the rest of the room, gradually lost its brilliance.

But the sound of a knife cutting through flesh still lingered in the room for a long time.

Night is the time when evil habits haunt.

Xia Feng slept for an hour in the afternoon, although it wasn't too long, but he still took care of something.

glanced at the time, it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning, and Dong Jie had already slept.

Xia Feng jumped off the companion bed at this time, and then came to Dong Jie's bedside, and after standing here for about 10 seconds, he saw Xia Feng suddenly faint on the ground.

At the same time, Dong Jie, who was originally asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, and then showed a little look on her face that she had never seen before.

"Tinima's magical!"

Dong Jie touched her softness. Target. Chest. Later, there was a hint of obscenity on his face.

"It turns out that when a woman is this feeling, breasts. The former of this large. The regiment is indeed a bit heavy. ”

Dong Jie said to herself, in fact, the current Dong Jie is not the real Dong Jie, but Xia Feng.

To be precise, Xia Feng who used the exchange card on Dong Jie.

As the name suggests, a trading card is a card that can be used as an exchange, and this card can be used for two days.

As a passive exchanger, they will fall into a state of absence, as if they were in a vegetative state, and will not remember the experience afterward.

As for the identity swap of the exchange card, it was Xia Feng who thought of a way to deal with Liu Changming.