"Hey, let me tell you, you should be more relaxed when using alchemy in the future. Is your little honey badger okay?"
Qi Jun felt distressed no matter how much effort he exerted.
Ye Feng said "hmm" and then said, "I'm still asleep, I'll be fine."
Not mentioning this, he greeted Qi Jun and turned around.
As for Shen Rouer?
Ye Feng did not tease Qi Jun about Shen Rou'er.
Even though Qi Jun is famous for killing, because of his status and power, coupled with the emptiness around him, many rich ladies and even princesses want to marry him.
Yes, Qi Jun is still single.
In his own words: He has three older brothers before him, and he is not needed to continue the family line, and what he does is too dangerous. Maybe he will be killed by someone like his father at some point. Is it possible that he will be killed again? Want his son to avenge him?
Forget it, it's better not to cause trouble for future generations.
Moreover, Qi Jun was also obsessed with beauties, and felt that except for his mother, everything in the world was full of troubles.
Ye Feng quite supported his idea.
I’m so busy every day that I don’t even know when I’ll get some sleep. How can I have time to talk about love?
Even Ye Feng himself sighed when he thought of Zhang Wanrong.
Just because she didn't have time to spend time with her, she almost turned a good girl into a resentful woman. Alas, let’s go buy crystal stones.
But today, this crystal stone seemed to have no chance with him.
Before I could even walk back to the stall that was being rearranged, I suddenly heard a voice screaming in front of me: "What do you want to do?!"
Such a familiar word.
Ye Feng looked over and saw that Shen Rou'er, who had not gone far, was being stopped by a dozen Japanese people in kimonos.
There is a Japanese melon that still wants to stretch its claws.
Ye Feng didn't hesitate at all. The kimono seemed like a barrel of explosives, blowing up all his rational nerves in an instant.
As soon as he pushed Qi Jun, he said: "Hit!"
In fact, I really want to say that I will kill them, but those "Japanese melons" have iron plaques of the mission on their kimonos, so they can't be killed.
Then beat him!
The two brothers just have a tacit understanding.
As soon as Ye Feng finished typing, Qi Jun had already rushed forward and punched the Japanese melon who was reaching out hard in the face.
The opponent's short and fat body was really like a Japanese melon squirting juice, flying backwards and far away.
When the other Japanese melons saw this, they were startled, but they became excited instantly. They yelled "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [d(w/o)), and then drew out their samurai swords and slashed at Qi Jun.
When Ye Feng saw that broken knife, he became even more angry.
Learn from me, eat from me, and change my appearance to become theirs. What kind of bullshit is this? !
He ran over and shouted: "Jason, let me show you what my ancestor's sword skills are!"
The words are spoken, the autopsy knife is in hand! !
He quickly approached a Japanese melon who wanted to trick Qi Jun from behind, flashed the knife in his hand, and then quickly backed away.
The man was yelling "Wow!" before he noticed anything, he suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his left knee. Looking down, he saw that the entire kneecap of his left leg had broken off the ground at some point.
Still spinning.
"boom!"
He screamed and fell to the ground on his side. Only then did he realize that his left calf was still standing alone, with the top hanging straight...
The bones were removed!
When he was in so much pain that he was crazy and confused, he saw one of his own being kicked down by the bearded man. Before he could get up, he was approached by the black figure who attacked him.
There seemed to be something shining in the man's hand. In the blink of an eye, one of his ankles, like his calf, broke away from the battle group without any further instructions.
"Devil! Devil!"
This man is crazy. His eyes were wide open, and he watched in horror as the black image was like a demonic wind, removing his own legs or feet at an inhuman speed...removing them!
"Ahhhhhh!!"
A series of shrill howls resounded through the sky above the Sifang Pavilion.
Qi Jun was punching hard to his heart's content. He felt that these people were taking the beating very hard, but when he turned around, he found that... there was no one left standing.
? ? ?
He and Ye Feng came out without anyone. Why did all these Japanese melons lie down?
It seems that the lying position is not quite right?
Take a closer look...
Qi Jun moved his neck a little bit and looked at Ye Feng.
Was it this kid who did it? Right?
It turns out that this kid really knows how to "fix" living people! ! !
Ye Feng didn't feel relieved yet.
He twirled the autopsy knife between his fingers, half-squinted his eyes, stepped on the neck of a Japanese melon, propped an elbow on his leg, and stared down at the other person's frightened eyes.
He said coldly: "I'm telling you all: I will remove whatever you stretch out in our country's imperial territory!"
After speaking, the blade turned.
As the light flashed, in the blink of an eye, the man's left arm separated from his body in panic, and he even grasped it a few times.
Only then did the man feel the pain. He couldn't even cry for a while, and his feces and urine flowed all over his crotch.
Ye Feng retracted his legs, stood up, held the knife at his fingertips, and pointed at them.
He raised his eyes and raised his voice, saying word by word: "Here, Lord, kneel down!"
Kneel, kneel... They were all terrified and hurriedly knelt down. Even those with only one hand or one leg tried their best to maintain the kneeling position. The Japanese melons knocked their heads off the ground one by one, regardless of the severe pain. He yelled with all his strength: "Master! Master, please spare my life..."
All the surrounding foreigners who saw this scene shrank their necks.
And all the people in Daxia puffed up their chests.
At this moment, Ye Feng, under the sunlight, was more dazzling and sparkling than those lights.
I don’t know who blurted out: “Master Xiu!”
Immediately, everyone came to their senses.
Stand up, straighten your waist, clasp your hands, bow, and shout with a loud voice that shakes your chest: "Master Xiu!"
Salute to your straight spine and fearless courage! !
How long, how long, how long has it been since the dynasty... faced with foreigners, no longer beeping, no longer tactful, no longer polite and flattering, but dared to confront them head-on?
Master Xiu, you broke out the depression that we had suppressed for a long time, and expressed the inner voice that we had restrained for a long time. You deserve this honor!
Ye Feng's heart was still filled with anger.
He sternly glanced at the faces of all the foreigners, and when he saw them all shrinking like quails, he lowered his eyes, cupped his fists and made a circle around them, bowed slightly in return, and left with his feet raised.
In fact, he wanted to warn all outsiders, but the reason he aroused told him: A weak country has no diplomacy!
Want to make people obey? Want to make people surrender? Do you want to prevent people from having dirty thoughts again?
It’s useless!
You have to fight! Beat them until they learn to listen to you!
The surrounding wind has become quiet, quietly passing through the streets and alleys, brushing everyone's shoulders, as if it is taking something away, but also seems to be leaving something behind.
Ye Feng walked out of the Sifang Pavilion, turned into a small teahouse, and sat down.
Qi Jun raised his hand to pour him tea, and then looked at the tight grooves still clearly visible on his cheeks. He sighed slightly and said in a low voice: "We can't afford to fight..."
It’s not that I don’t want to fight, it’s not that I don’t dare to fight, but what should I use to fight?
We can only endure it, endure it from generation to generation, and look forward to it from generation to generation...
No one wants to be a bastard for the rest of their lives, let alone future generations who will look down on them in the history books and look down upon them.
Ye Feng lowered his eyes and relaxed his masseter muscles.
He picked up the cup of tea and poured it down, set the table, looked at Qi Jun, and said, "You are going to be in trouble with me again."
