Fengzi saw that the broken part of the horse's neck was as smooth as a mirror, blood gushed out, and he couldn't dodge, and his head, face, and body were splashed everywhere, and he was also frightened, jumped up and took a few steps back, pressed his beating heart, grinned reluctantly, and said in a trembling voice: "The knife technique is really ...... It's really not good, if you cut it on the head, it won't hurt your neck...... There is a big scar on the neck, and after eighteen years, the master is still ...... Still a good man. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Hou Dengjue was so angry that he had no time to think, so he rushed over and raised his hand to make two "snaps", and the two ear scrapers slapped Feng Zidu's face very loudly. Feng Zidu was beaten one after another on his face, and under the annoyance, he couldn't bear it anymore, and a burst of anger rushed straight to his head, holding his red and swollen cheeks, his eyes were wide open, and he shouted loudly: "If you have the ability, you can also cut off the master's head with a knife, and the master wants to see if he can tell you where the treasure is buried after the head moves?"

How do you know that Hou Dengjue secretly complained in pain, but Jue Shicai's palm when he slapped Feng Zidu was now in severe pain, and it seemed to be about to break, and he said: "His grandmother's, this kid is a little weird." His face was silent, he squinted at Fengzi for a long time, and said: "Yes, there are no dogs in Humen, and he is really a little courageous, and the surname Yin is not wrong, he is a character." Okay, this head on your neck will let you store it for a few more days, and if you dare to talk nonsense and nonsense in the future, Lao Tzu will unload you into eight large pieces. He shook the bloody waist knife in front of Fengzidu's eyes a few times.

Feng Zidu said: "What's the matter if you unload the nine big pieces?" Looking at the blade dripping with blood, his heart was weak after all, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he took two steps back.

Hou Dengjue snorted, raised his hand and threw away the bloody waist knife, turned around and jumped on another horse next to him, came over and lifted Fengzi and put it on the saddle, and said, "Don't worry, there will be a chance in the future." The horse was in pain, raised his head and neighed, spread his hoof, and galloped along the road ahead.