This is all a mockery and a warning.

Those who mock the other side's life and death dare to do it.

Warn them to be careful of their lives.

Feng Chenglin pretended to be handsome and tossed his hair: "But, don't worry, I know how serious I am when I start, and that guy will kill more than half his life at best, and he will not die!"

Turning his head and looking at Luming, he laughed a little bit of a dogleg: "After all, we are still in front of Mr. Luming. No matter what we do, we are going to give people a little face after all!"

This was telling Lu Ming that he was merciful, and it was all because he was here to give him face.

It was also implying that Lu Ming, the other party didn't give him face at all.

The two opposites, one positive and one negative, are obviously different at this time.

How can a person such a shrewd Lu Ming not know what Feng Chenglin said secretly.

From the bottom of his heart, he naturally has a lot of opinions on these people of the Mohist school.

He was still sitting here, but a little dog minion from the Mo family went past him and did something to his guests.

This obviously doesn't take him seriously! !

As the saying goes, hitting a dog depends on the owner.

Since the people of the Mo Family didn't put him in their eyes, when Feng Chenglin started to fight back against that guy, he didn't stop him at all.

Fight, fight, whoever has the ability to fight!

The guy who was beaten came back, his head was covered with a layer of dust, his head and face were gray, and he was quite embarrassed.

Looking at him, the fire in the heart of the man with the hat is even bigger: "Useless things! If you can hit it, do it, if you can't hit it, just give it to me honestly, squat with your tail between your heads, don't be ashamed. Look now!"

The guy who was beaten was beaten, lost face, and was slammed in front of outsiders by his own master. He even felt that his face was dull. He gritted his teeth and said: "This guy is unreasonable and just shoots. The killer move, his subordinates were not prepared for a while before they were successfully attacked by him."

Feng Chenglin immediately gave him a roll of eyes: "Look at what you are saying, why I don't like to listen so much. If you can't keep your skills, you can't keep your skills. Don't you admit that you are ashamed? With so many excuses, why are you not convinced? It doesn't matter, if you are not convinced, let's go out and fight again until you are satisfied!"

His remarks were tantamount to completely pushing the other party to the fire and roasting them, without roasting him being tender on the inside and not letting him off the stage.

Sure enough, the guy's face was even more ugly: "Master, I..."

Seeing this, he seemed to be asking his master for instructions, but in fact, his careful thoughts of asking for help were completely seen by his master.

As for the man in the hat with his master and servant, he naturally saw what he meant, and immediately lowered his face: "Where is this, how can you allow you clowns like the beam jumper to be wild here?"

In a simple sentence, the meaning of adding two people to fight was dismissed.

His subordinates gave a sigh of relief: Fortunately, there is no need to fight again.

But Feng Chenglin can't listen anymore: Why do some people here say that I don't like to listen to them so much?! You don't have to sing double reeds in one harmony. Don't make excuses for yourself!"

Lu Ming lowered his head and picked out a corner of his mouth. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling. There was no words: "I don't care, you are free..."