mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 1391 The Hand of the Wind God
The black tiger led the way, four people on the left of Brother Mao, four people on the right, surrounded by eight people, walked in the direction of Xiao Feng.

Just looking at this battle, those who don't know think it is a big star.

Among the onlookers, a woman took out her mobile phone and held it in front of her, as if she was taking pictures.

As a result, as soon as he took out his mobile phone, Brother Mao's subordinates blocked the lens and threatened: "It's better not to take pictures, because someone will smash your mobile phone."

The woman froze for a moment, then took a step back, obediently put the phone into her bag.

Not long after, the black tiger paused, stretched out his finger to Xiao Feng, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Brother Cat, this is the kid!"

Although foreign aid was invited, Black Tiger's hatred for Xiao Feng did not diminish at all, and even deepened a lot.

The reason is also very simple. Through the previous conversation, it is not difficult to hear that Brother Mao will pay an admission fee for his visit this time.

And this appearance fee is naturally a lot of money.

With this amount of money, it is enough for his black tiger to do a dozen times... Cough, he has done a lot of serious things.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the money was spent unjustly, and the black tiger couldn't help moving, trying to get back the loss from Xiao Feng.

At this moment, Xiao Feng watched with great interest Brother Mao who was walking all the way, and said with a smile: "I don't know what happened these days, all cats and dogs come out to pretend to be people."

"How dare you fucking call me Brother Mao?" Heihu scolded angrily, with a smile in his eyes.

Just now, he was worried that Xiao Feng would directly confess his love, which would cause Brother Mao to have a bad fit.

But I didn't expect that when he fell asleep, he would send a pillow, and this kid would walk into a trap by himself.

Until this time, Brother Mao was willing to look at Xiao Feng.

And the moment he saw Xiao Feng, Brother Mao suddenly trembled, as if he was concentrating on something, but someone patted his shoulder from behind.

"Clap!"

The pipe in his mouth fell to the ground.

Brother Mao didn't realize it, he just stared blankly at Xiao Feng.

One of his subordinates walked out, hurriedly picked up the pipe, held it in both hands, and brought it to Brother Mao's mouth respectfully.

"Go away!" Brother Mao pushed his subordinates away, looking like two beams of searchlights, scanning Xiao Feng up and down.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, wondering what's wrong with this grandson?
At the next moment, Brother Mao took three steps forward and said excitedly, "Are you... Brother Huang?"

yellow……

The corners of Xiao Feng's mouth twitched twice, and he asked back: "The yellow you mentioned is the yellow of Mao Pian'er?"

"Drink house ang yellow, grass head yellow."

"You got the wrong person."

"I will not admit my mistake!"

Xiao Feng said impatiently: "I'll say it again, you've got the wrong person."

"No!" Brother Mao said with great certainty, "You are Brother Huang!"

Behind him, all his subordinates, as well as the black tiger, stared wide-eyed, not knowing what was going on.

How could this still be a kiss?

Xiao Feng couldn't help wondering if he had encountered a mental illness.

However, just as he was about to make a move and end the matter neatly, he saw Brother Mao in front of him, looking at him like a fan seeing an idol.

It was so hot, so pleasantly surprised, it didn't look like it was faked at all!

"That's right, it's definitely right." Brother Mao muttered to himself: "The voice, tone, expression, and even small movements are exactly the same, you must be Yanhuang!"

After speaking, he knelt on the ground on one knee.

Xiao Feng's face turned dark, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

"Brother Huang" in this guy's mouth, is this Brother Huang?

"you know me?"

"I know you!" Brother Mao nodded repeatedly, "Brother Huang, do you still remember when you fought Heihu in the ring?"

arena...

black tiger...

Xiao Feng suddenly looked surprised: "Are you from Han Lengyue?"

"That's right!" Brother Mao nodded heavily: "To be honest, Brother Huang's demeanor at that time, I still..."

"Wait a minute!" Xiao Feng stopped and said, "Don't call me Brother Huang, I sound awkward."

"Then I call you?"

"Just call me Xiao Feng."

"That's impossible!" Brother Mao said unwillingly, "I'll just call you Fengshen!"

Wind... Fengshen?
Xiao Feng rubbed the center of his brows, and said with a headache, "You should call me Brother Feng."

"Okay, okay!" Brother Mao agreed, with a look of honor on his face.

After a while, Brother Mao said again: "Brother Feng, speaking of it, we are also destined, the last time I saw you, you were in the arena with Heihu.

I saw you this time because of the black tiger.

A black tiger, a black tiger..."

Having said that, Brother Mao kept kneeling on one knee, turned his head, and glared at the black tiger.

The black tiger sat down on the ground, and the cold sweat soaked the back of his clothes in an instant.

Brother Mao continued: "Brother Feng, I came here this time to collect money. I have nothing to do with the black tiger. You can deal with him as you want, just say a word, and I will take care of the rest!"

To be honest, he also feels guilty now.

If because of my previous behavior, the "idol" in front of me would click me, or tell my boss...

Thinking of this, Brother Mao also knelt down on the other leg, looked up at Xiao Feng, and said: "Brother Feng, you have a lot of adults, so don't tell the boss about this, otherwise, I will just..."

"Get up and talk first." Xiao Feng said with a slightly dissatisfied tone, he was really not used to someone kneeling and talking to him.

Brother Mao didn't have the slightest intention of getting up, and insisted: "If you don't agree, I won't get up."

Xiao Feng's eyes changed, this guy actually dared to threaten him?

Forget it, because the other party is barely a fan of him, so I don't care so much.

"I won't tell Han Lengyue." Xiao Feng muffled: "Can I get up now?"

"That... wait a moment, take a moment." Brother Mao took out his mobile phone, handed it to a subordinate behind him, and said, "Record a video for me."

The subordinates froze for a moment, nodded quickly in agreement, stepped back a certain distance, and found the best shooting angle, while ensuring that both Xiao Feng and Brother Mao were in the shot.

At this time, Brother Mao took courage, grabbed Xiao Feng's hand, put it in front of his eyes, and said with a little shortness of breath: "This hand, the murderer's hand, Yanhuang's hand, Fengshen's hand..."

As he said that, he looked up at Xiao Feng whose expression was extremely ugly: "Fengshen, can I kiss the back of your hand?"

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them suddenly: "Get lost!"

He can believe that the other party really worships him.

But this almost perverted way of "chasing stars"...

Sorry, unacceptable!

Brother Mao quickly let go of Xiao Feng's hand, his expression full of regret.

"I'll count to three, if you don't get up, then you won't be able to get up again for the rest of your life." Xiao Feng said sharply.

He could see that when dealing with "fans", he couldn't give a good face, otherwise he would only make the other party kick his nose in the face.

"Brother Feng, please forgive me, I'll get up now, get up now." Brother Mao stood up hurriedly with his hands on the ground, patted the dirt on his knees, and asked, "This black tiger, what do you want to do with him?"

As soon as the words fell, the black tiger scrambled towards him, alternated his hands, slapped his face repeatedly, and kept repeating: "I'm wrong, I'm damned!"

Xiao Feng didn't have much compassion in his heart, such a person is not worthy of pity.

It's just that I feel a little bit emotional. When I come out to play around, I have to pay it back sooner or later. How come there are always people who don't understand such a simple truth?

If you think about leaving a way out before doing something, it probably won't be like this, right?
In order to save face, he went back and forth and jumped repeatedly, but in the end he lost even more face than before.

What is the trouble here?
(End of this chapter)