Leng Fan stood still, looking at them coldly.

Zhang Xiaolong clutched a fist-sized stone and blocked it in front of Leng Fan, about two meters away, and Hai Peng stood to Zhang Xiaolong's left. There were a few people left, and I don't know where to find a branch, holding it in their hands with a big grin, and surrounding Leng Fan. Looking at their well-trained appearance, it is estimated that they usually bully people.

Zhang Xiaolong suddenly smashed the stone at Leng Fan's head, only to see Leng Fan's eyebrows raised, leaking a slight contemptuous gesture, his head shrank down, just right to avoid the incoming stone, the stone with a buzzing sound, Peng's slammed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing Leng Fan dodging his stone, and discovering his contemptuous demeanor at this time, Zhang Xiaolong was furious, took two steps back, and hid behind the crowd with Haipeng, screaming.

After the remaining few people listened to the order, they raised the branches and greeted Leng Fan in the face, they were bound to give him a cruel lesson, they had to beat him to the peach blossoms on his face, and by the way, tell him how red the flowers were.

Leng Fan is Leng Fan after all, and the life in his dreams has given him a calm heart, a careful mind, and a wealth of combat experience.

He kicked Chen Yang away from his side, not retreating, but advancing.

The tall and thin boy opposite swept the branch in his hand and was about to slap him in the face. Leng Fan's sensitive side, his arm probed, accurately grabbed his wrist, twisted and buckled, only to see the boy screaming and dropping the branch, turning his head and jumping out of the battle circle.

At this moment, another boy attacked from behind, Leng Fan didn't look back, just stretched out his arm and grabbed the crook of the person's arm, and then fell over the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing Leng Fan so fierce, the other people paused and retreated one after another, standing beside Xiaolong, their faces a little frightened.

Leng Fan was not surprised when he saw such a situation, he had already expected this result.

Zhang Xiaolong and his gang, after all, are just some half-grown children, and they are still a group of turtles who have never seen the world.

When fighting, they often rush up, overwhelming each other with momentum, and then there is a crackling fight, even a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy can't help this style of fighting.

This is the most primitive and savage instinct of human beings, and anyone born will be, as the so-called one blow.

Leng Fan knew the truth very well, so when their momentum had not yet risen, he kicked Chen Yang away first, so that their momentum could not be consummated, and then with lightning speed, he overturned two relatively poor opponents, so that their momentum declined before they rose, and they were in chaos to achieve the goal of winning without a fight.

Zhang Xiaolong looked at Leng Fan, his eyes full of doubts.

Is this still the usual angry bag? This is the dog baby who has been beaten countless times by himself and others? Where is this little sheep, it is clearly a wolf that eats sheep. God was kidding! His joke was a bit excessive, and it wasn't funny at all, because the man in front of him was approaching him.

Leng Fan had a smile on his face and slowly walked towards Zhang Xiaolong.

"You, what are you going to do?" asked Zhang Xiaolong.

"Hehe, Brother Long, the little brother doesn't want to do anything, the little brother remembered another sentence, and the fortune teller told me. ”

Leng Fan tried his best to keep his tone gentle, and the smile on his face was even brighter, he was afraid of frightening Zhang Xiaolong, after all, they were all children, and they were still good children wearing small red bars.

"What do you think, what do you remember?" Zhang Xiaolong stammered a little.

"Hehe, be good, don't be afraid!"

Leng Fan smiled gently, touched Zhang Xiaolong's hair, and then nodded his forehead and said, "I see that your Yin Tang is black, and there is a scar between your eyebrows, there will be a bloody disaster today." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Xiaolong was stunned, didn't he meet a madman? But he also knew that this kid seemed to have really calculated a hexagram for him and told him that he was in trouble today.

looked at Leng Fan in a daze, he found that Leng Fan's smile was very strange, and suddenly he was clever and suddenly knew where his great disaster came from.

"Bang"

A fist suddenly hit the nose, and the blood flowed down like a faucet that had opened the floodgates, and then I saw a back figure drifting away, muttering something in his mouth: "That fortune teller is not a fairy?

", this, this madman, let's go!"

Zhang Xiaolong roared angrily, and then looked into the distance with a little weakness. Haipeng was not to be outdone, and said in a voice: "Hmph, call my brother one day and kill this damn dog mongrel!"

Night. The village is quiet, not like in the city, where the lights are everywhere.

The nightlife in the city is very rich. Lonely white-collar workers, always not satisfied with the rain and dew of one or two men, often go out to find a night of passion. Those pretentious sons and brothers are even more determined to die on a woman's belly.

There are none of these in the village, some are just a few oil lamps, blooming peacefully, a few dog barks, and they are unwilling to be lonely.

Leng Fan lay on the kang and secretly glanced at the father sitting on the kang, feeling a little apologetic.

This evening, when he was having dinner with his father, a group of people suddenly broke into the house, it was the parents of the children, and they angrily questioned their father why they beat their children like that.

Leng Aotian, that is, Leng Fan's father, didn't say a word from beginning to end, just silently drank the porridge in the bowl. Those old ladies thought that Leng Aotian was at a loss and didn't dare to fight back, so their language became more presumptuous.

"Leng Aotian, you tell me clearly, why did you beat my son like this, look, it's all broken, oops! Why is my son's life so miserable, when you meet such an unreasonable brute, what kind of beating him into..."

"Hmph, Leng Aotian, if you don't explain it to me clearly today, I will let my son live in your house."

"You brute, even beating children, are you still a man?"

This woman has a pair of single phoenix eyes, her eyebrows are circulating, revealing a mean attitude, she looked at the crowd and continued: "That's right, only a beast like you would marry such a daughter-in-law, hehe, okay, your daughter-in-law put a green hat on you and ran away!

"Enough!"

Leng Aotian slapped on the table with a bang, his eyes swept over the girl indifferently, and then said lightly: "I didn't beat those children, whether you believe it or not,"

Then he let out a long sigh and walked out of the house. As soon as they stepped out of the house, they saw Leng Aotian standing under the persimmon tree, staring sadly at the distance, and a long shadow dragged under him, quite a feeling of sunset and broken intestines at the end of the world.

Leng Fan felt for the first time that his father was not simple, just in the cold drink just now, he faintly felt a skill of using his aura, and there was a cold airflow, this airflow hit the hearts of others with chills, others didn't know this airflow, but he knew it, it was murderous.

Only by really killing people can he produce a murderous aura, and judging from the strength of this air current, he is almost certain that there are not a few people killed by Leng Aotian. He is definitely not simple, and it is impossible for ordinary people to have this kind of bearing.

"Go back, I didn't hurt the child. Leng Aotian continued to repeat faintly.

"Leng Aotian, even if our child was not beaten by you, it has nothing to do with you, you have to give us an explanation. A sturdy black man said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Hmph, do you want to say anything? Haha, it's ridiculous, it's okay to tell you, your children are all beaten by my family's Fan'er, do you want to bully my family's Fan'er together!" Leng Aotian's eyes didn't show any color, he looked at the man, just like looking at the persimmon tree, without a trace of emotion.

Pouted, and said with some disdain: "Hmph! Since coming here, Wu'er Leng Fan has often been bullied by your children, I have never taken care of it, and you have not stood up for my son.

"Leng, Leng Aotian, how do you want to solve it?" the black strong man asked, although Leng Aotian said a lot, but he only understood a small half.

"Let the children's affairs be solved by themselves, the children are still young, they don't understand things, and they can only distinguish right from wrong with their fists. Leng Aotian said as a matter of course, this guy is also an old fox, not a good bird, this method is not a loss for him.

"You, Leng Aotian, aren't you bullying people?" the black man trembled angrily.

"If this doesn't work, then another solution" Leng Aotian smiled, this was the first time the villagers had seen him smile.

Leng Fan also saw his smile for the first time, his smile was really warm and charming, like poison, addictive, but deadly.

"How to change?" The black strong man was stunned, and his cold and arrogant smile was not only fatal to women, but also to men.

As the saying goes, the father's debt is repaid by the son, and in the same way, the son's debt can also be repaid by the father. ”

"What do you mean?"

"That's right, that's what you think, let's do it!" Leng Aotian said lightly, then turned his back to him, looking into the distance, as if his beloved was standing there: Ling'er, our children will not be bullied, don't worry!

The black strong man stared at Leng Aotian's back, his face was cloudy, his fists were tight and loose, loose and tight, and finally sighed, as if he was a deflated ball, he left depressed, he knew Leng Aotian's ability.

Everyone looked at the black strong man who left, and then looked at Leng Aotian under the tree, and didn't know what to do for a while, at this time, Leng Aotian's voice came faintly, with a bit of resentment: "You guys don't want to leave? Do you still want to stay for dinner? It's a pity that my family has finished eating, so I won't leave you, let's go." Everyone looked at each other, and finally left helplessly.