Boss Lin had a smile on his face, no matter what, he had won again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No matter how strong you can help me, even if you are in a state of mind for decades, you can't help but feel a little proud.

Walking a few steps slowly, squatting down half a meter away from Mu Shi, looking at the face that was deformed because of anger, Boss Lin felt a burst of happiness in his heart, and then looked at the full resentment gaze, and became more and more comfortable.

"Your father looked at me like this back then, yes, it's the expression he has now, ouch, it's really like it!" The smile on Boss Lin's face became thicker and thicker.

The last strength in his body is gone, and he can't do it with his fingers, and he looks at each other with angry eyes, and Mu Shi can't do it now.

Ma Feixiong and Zhuo Wenxuan had long wanted to go up, but they were stopped by Liu Zihong, and now they finally understood, both of them practiced Fuhu Fist, and they both understood that Mushi had reached a new level.

The footsteps were not light or heavy, and it sounded a little messy, and then the white robe appeared in front of Boss Lin, and when he raised his head, there were three young people who were less than twenty years old.

I couldn't help but feel a little funny in my heart, with a hint of vigilance in my heart, I stood up with a smile on my face, and looked at the clothes of the three people: "I don't know what the sons have to say!"

"We're here with Mu Shi!" Liu Zihong said with a smile, pointing to Mu Shi on the ground by the way.

Squatting down, he no longer had any expression from Boss Lin, he shook his hand in front of Mu Shi's eyes, and watched the expression on his face soften, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiuyang True Qi poured into Mu Shi's body, repairing the meridians he had destroyed, lest it take too long and something would go wrong.

The person in front of him is very strong, Ma Feixiong feels very obviously, maybe he has surpassed the division level, and it is possible to reach the general level, and there is a great possibility, but he is still not the slightest fear.

Just ten days ago, his True Yuan Power finally filled the Seventh Mansion, and now that he was already a martial artist of the Eighth Mansion, the Tempest Fast Sword had been cultivated for several months, so it was really time to take it out and try its power.

Zhuo Wenxuan was not afraid, even if he was not an opponent, it was not a reason for him to retreat, and he rose to the challenge.

The anti-dump party looked at each other like this, and Boss Lin didn't care too much, he looked down on him a lot over the years, but he was still the king and hegemon here, and many people's graves had grown grass.

Time passed quickly, Mu Shi finally felt that he had regained some strength in his body, and he was barely struggling to do it, and Chen Yingxue had also calmed down, helped his father up from the ground, and was pulled by his mother to prevent her from coming to see Mu Shi.

Boss Lin himself didn't speak, it didn't mean that the others didn't speak, and the brothers behind him were naturally annoyed when they saw a few young people standing calmly in front of the boss.

"Thinking that you are young and ignorant, get out of here, otherwise our eldest brother will be soft-hearted, and those of us who are subordinates will have to maintain face for his old man!"

The other Black Wolf Gangs also gathered, and hundreds of people stood together, but they were also a little powerful, but most of them were ordinary people, and for Liu Zihong and the others, there was no pressure at all.

"Feixiong, I feel that it should indeed be governed, even if it is a poor person, he is also a citizen of the empire, how can he let such a small bully be oppressed!" Liu Zihong stood up, looked back at Ma Feixiong and said.

"That's true, I didn't know it before, it's like this!" Ma Feixiong sighed.

"If it weren't for knowing Mushi, it is estimated that I would not be able to set foot here in my life, it is really unbelievable!" Zhuo Wenxuan also had a relative, and when he talked about Mushi, he had a little more respect.

The three of them chatted as if no one was around, and they didn't pay attention to the hundreds of people not far from them at all, in fact, in Liu Zihong's opinion, the vast majority of them were basically dead.

If you can't see it, then you don't think it happened, and since it happened in front of you, if you don't see it, you can't say it in conscience.

The character of the friends around him is also reliable, at least so far, Liu Zihong has not found out that they have any vices.

As for bullying men and women and running rampant on the streets, Zhuo Wenxuan was the target of bullying before, as for Ma Feixiong, the family style of the broken army Hou is quite good, if he had some messy things, it is estimated that he would have broken his leg by Ma Hou Ye a long time ago.

Things gather by like, people by groups, at this time it is very obvious, just like ordinary neighbors choose to stand on the side to watch the excitement, Liu Zihong and they stand together, opposite Boss Lin and the Black Wolf Gang.

Not far away, Chen Yingxue was helping Mu Shi to bandage her wounds, and her mother was helping her father deal with it, leaning behind Liu Zihong and the three of them, because it seemed that only these three people might be able to give them protection.

However, Chen De came back to his senses and saw the tragic situation of Mu Shi: "Old thief, what ability do you have to come to your grandfather, what kind of ability is it to do it to the child, let you cut it with a thousand knives, if you frown, you are not a good man!"

Here, Boss Lin frowned, and a middle-aged man beside him immediately strode over: "If you dare to speak again, it's not as simple as dying, don't say that your girl is really smart!"

Chen De opened his mouth, his eyes showed a resentful gaze, and his Adam's apple kept sliding up and down, and finally no sound came out.

"This is like a word, maybe it will make you die happily, as for your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, maybe someone will burn you a piece of paper after you die, telling you about their ending!" The middle-aged man looked at Chen De condescendingly, with a playful smile, but the coldness rippling at the corners of his mouth let people know that he was not joking.

The eighth master, nicknamed Peeling, likes to tie his enemies to the pillars, and then peel off the skins alive, make them into various things, and put them outside his yard.

Looking back at his wife, an ordinary peasant woman, she didn't even shake her hands, and her eyes were very calm, which made people feel cold in their hearts, as if they were no longer a living person.

Liu Zihong's face was gloomy, he didn't know the identity of this man, but as long as he stood opposite, he didn't have the slightest good feeling: "Who is that, you stay away from them!"

"What if I didn!" the middle-aged man didn't look annoyed, and even had a smile on his face.

However, as soon as the voice fell, a figure appeared in front of him, and then slapped him in the face hard, directly knocking him to the ground: "If you are far away, stay away, then there is so much nonsense!" Liu Zihong patted his hands and said.

"Junior, I don't think it's good for you to do this!" Boss Lin turned around, didn't even look at the eighth master on the ground, and said directly to Liu Zihong.

"I think it's good!" Liu Zihong's face returned to normal, and the slap just now made him vent his anger in his heart a little, and he became calm again.

"It seems that you are going to stand up for them?" Boss Lin's voice also became stern, and the black wolf gang behind him had already rolled up their sleeves, and the horse chopping knife appeared in their hands, gesturing at Liu Zihong.

"You just saw it, I thought you knew?" Liu Zihong asked with a surprised face.