Bagasse splashes everywhere.

Ning Hu only felt a buzzing sound in his head, fortunately, it was sugar cane, if it was replaced with a wooden stick, his head would probably have been opened.

Lin Quqi was startled, and hurriedly snatched the remaining half of the sugarcane from Qin Feng's hand: "Brother Qin, what are you doing here? No matter how you say that this is also a little marquis, how can you say that you will fight? And ......"

Lin Quqi glanced at the civil and military officials stationed in the field, as well as Emperor Liang in the distance, fortunately, everyone's attention was not on the wall, otherwise this time it would definitely cause trouble.

When it was too late, Lin Quqi took away all the things around him that might become weapons.

Qin Feng ignored the panicked Lin Quqi, and under Ning Hu's angry gaze, he took off a shoe and copied it casually: "Come, I'll listen to you if you call again, I can't cure you?" ”

Ning Hu's face was red and white, and his eyes were full of boundless anger, eager to devour Qin Feng alive: "You have the ability to untie the rope!"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Feng had already picked up the soles of his shoes and pumped them up.

Syllable!

It doesn't hurt much, and it's extremely insulting.

Ning Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and his back molars made a "creaking" oozing sound, as long as he broke free from the rope, he had the confidence to let Qin Feng die on the spot in an instant.

Feeling the murderous intent in Ning Hu's eyes, Qin Feng was not only not afraid, but his face was full of evil smiles: "They have all been reduced to prisoners, and they still bare their teeth? I will let you bare your teeth! Young Master Ben specializes in treating all kinds of disobedience!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Qin Feng slapped Ning Hu's head one after another, although the power was not great, but it couldn't stand the frequency fast, and it didn't take long for Ning Hu to be dizzy.

Just when Qin Feng was about to tame the irascible little tiger in one go, the sole of his shoe was taken away by Lin Quqi and thrown directly down the wall.

There was no way, Qin Feng had no choice but to pick up another shoe, but he heard Lin Quqi dragging and crying, begging bitterly: "Brother Qin, no...... No, ancestor, you should have received the supernatural powers! If this is seen by the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, things will be a big problem. ”

Qin Feng was worried about scaring Lin Quqi out, so he had to pout and withdraw his hand, sat back on the rattan chair, looked at Ning Hu, who was extremely angry, and sneered: "If Lin Quqi hadn't stopped him, the soles of his shoes would have been enough for you." ”

"In terms of personal bravery, among the children of Kyoto, no one can beat you. As the son of the Marquis of Yong'an, you have been familiar with military books since you were a child, and you are familiar with military strategies, and even the saints have high hopes for you, otherwise you will lose so many people at King Ji's birthday banquet, how can the saints allow you to participate in the cleansing ceremony?"

"You're so powerful, why did you become a prisoner?"

Facing Qin Feng's almost mean questioning, Ning Hu wanted to die in humiliation, gritted his teeth and said: "Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers!

As Qin Feng expected, this kid is a hard bone, even if his eyes are red in humiliation, as if he can cry at any time, but he just doesn't accept it.

Originally, Qin Feng planned to directly use the soles of his shoes to convince him.

However, Lin Quqi was guarding the side, so he had to change his eyes, squinted his eyes and said: "The big axe used by Xu Mo has been specially reduced in weight, and it will not be fatal if it is smashed on the body." The gourd hammer used by your kid has seriously injured several city patrol guards, not to mention going to Beidi, I'm afraid even the city patrol division has lost its errand. ”

Hearing this, Ning Hu frowned, and his voice was no longer as crazy as before, but it was a little colder: "So, you were communiquing your personal vendetta just now?