"Do not!"

Zhao Sheng suddenly knew what Feng Chenglin had to do, and shouted and pushed him away

This guy is going to send himself to Huangquan!

"Mr. Feng, Mr. Ling, you can't do this... You can't kill the donkey! I..."

"What kind of donkey? Are you a donkey?" Feng Chenglin moved his hands and feet uncomfortably: "The donkey has been rubbed two times, and you have done nothing? But just take some things we know to fool us, specifically Well, don't say anything..."

He was posing and wanting to do something again, but Zhao Xing quickly retreated two tables, knocked the tables and chairs to the ground, attracting inhuman attention.

"what happened?"

"It looks like a fight!"

"Who is this?"

"Do you want to report to the official?"

The town is not big, and all the village names of the town come here.

It's rare for them to see such a lively scene. After a short while, they surrounded the door and the window.

Hearing the movement, the old shopkeeper rushed out of the back kitchen with both hands and looked at the fallen tables and chairs, feeling distressed.

"You... what are you doing? It's not easy to run my small business... Why are you still fighting?"

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu winked at Feng Chenglin.

The latter knows and waved at the door: "The surname is Zhao. The old man said it is right. It is not easy for him to set up this family... You, good me two, let's go out and discuss, don't break other people's things!"

Zhao Sheng didn't go out even if he was killed: "You...if you have anything, just say here, I...I can't go out!"

Not to mention whether he will be killed if he comes out!

Even as far as the people on Puppet Hill are, he can't go out

Last night, the movement on Puppet Mountain was so big that the people on it would definitely have to go down the mountain to inquire about the situation, or return to the divine palace to report to the **** master.

Although this is the north side of Puppet Mountain, usually few people descend from this direction.

But if unlucky enough to meet him like this, he will spend his entire life under the chase of the god.

"You won't go out?" Feng Chenglin endured the fire: "San Young Master, can I do it first, can we compensate? I have tolerated this guy for a long time..."

"You tolerate?" Ling Luoyu cast his eyes: "Fatty, did I make a mistake, or did you make a mistake? I always meant that this person is useless. Keeping it around is just a cumbersome! You insist on staying. What about him now? Confirm that I was right?"

Feng Chenglin seemed to have been slapped in the face, his face turned black, and pointed towards Zhao Sheng with hatred of iron and steel: "You, before I beat your mind to death, get out of here..."

Zhao Sheng: "...no...no..."

Lie!

Look at that look, he can get a headshot with a punch, there is no need to kill him.

"You're just here, are you?" Fengchenglin suddenly shook his hand and threw his money bag on the table: "I don't want to go out. Even if I put the coffin on today, I will collect your kid..."

The fist wind screamed, and the beast-like power raged.

At the moment before he punched, endless aura suddenly burst from Feng Chenglin's body.

Don't say it was Zhao Xing, even Ling Luoyu on his side touched the ground with his toes and slid back to avoid the aura of Fengchenglin.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the old shopkeeper who was as steady as Mount Tai.

He still looked terrified, looking distressed and helpless at the hands-on Feng Chenglin, without realizing the difference between himself and the villagers in the surrounding towns