Looking at Chen Feng with a natural expression, Feng Long felt that he had been provoked.
"You are so arrogant with a little strength, do you know what will happen to such a person?" Feng Long Diao's eyes stared at Chen Feng sinisterly, not caring whether he would answer.
Speak slowly, word by word: "Such people usually die miserably, with their skin peeled off by cramps, cut into pieces with thousands of knives, and their bones bruised and ashes thrown away!"
A short sentence, said insidiously and viciously.
He was also warning Chen Feng that if he didn't comply with their requirements, don't blame them for being ruthless.
"Really?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, looking unconcerned: "I really want to try it. I hate people threatening me the most."
"But it doesn't matter. The people who threatened me are all dead."
Chen Feng didn't say this to scare them or threaten them, he just told the truth.
In the ears of Feng Long and others, the meaning changed.
"Are you provoking us?"
"If you think so, then whatever." Chen Feng didn't care, whatever they thought.
"What a good show." A cold voice interrupted Feng Long's words, and the thin young man walked over slowly, shaking his folding fan.
"I didn't expect that there is something so...so...in this mysterious world." The thin young man stared at Feng Long, as if thinking of what words to use to describe him.
After thinking for a minute, he suddenly closed the folding fan and pointed it at Feng Long: "A shameless person is really rare in this world."
"It's none of your business here, don't meddle in other people's business." Feng Long stared at the thin young man, murderous intent emerging in his eyes.
If he hadn't taken care of the people behind him, Feng Long would not have allowed him to be arrogant in front of him.
"I just encountered injustice on the road." The thin young man did not care about Feng Long's threat: "This is the first time I have met such a shameless person."
"He is your brother. He covets his treasure, so he looks for an opportunity to kill this brother."
"As a result, my skills were inferior to those of others, and I was killed by others. Are you here to demand compensation?"
"This is really shameful!" The thin young man looked at Feng Long with his narrow eyes, shaking the folding fan in his hand with a graceful manner.
"Shut up!" Feng Long shouted angrily: "You have no place to speak here."
"So what if I just said it?" The thin young man stood there, his frail body as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
"It's really rare for people to rush to die." The person behind Feng Long stood up and flexed his muscles to attack the thin young man.
"Since you want to die so much, then I will help you. Don't die with just one punch. It would be too boring." The man rubbed his fist, opened his mouth, and licked his lips, as if he was enjoying a feast.
intoxicated look.
"Want to do something?" The thin young man seemed to have seen something fun, a flush appeared on his pale face, and he looked excited.
"Ahem." After coughing a few times, the thin young man pointed at them: "Since they want to die so much, help them."
"Yes, Master." The old and hoarse voice sounded, like the sound of a hacksaw cutting through iron, harsh and unpleasant.
Three people stood up behind the thin young man, as old as the bark of an old tree.
Feng Long stared at the young man, never expecting that things would develop to this point.
He originally wanted to use Zhao He's death to blackmail Chen Feng.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin showed up on the way. He didn't say anything to them at all, and even started to attack them if they disagreed.
"This little brother, this is a grudge between us and has nothing to do with you."
"How come it has nothing to do with me?" The thin young man was determined to get involved in this matter: "He is going to kill me, why can't I fight back?"
"Is it possible that you have the final say in this mysterious world? What you say is what it is?"