Countryside Magic Doctor

Unfortunately, he Feng, the protagonist of this book, doesn't care about acting.

His major is not right, and he doesn't rely on this thing to eat. Why care about this thing?

Looking at the misty son who still clenched his teeth and killed him, he Feng has made up his mind to give him some pain and let him know what is a fist the size of a sandbag?

Fingers were pinched to make a sound, and misty son was anxious to cry.

Because he really didn't understand what was going on.

What's going on? What bullshit fantasy? He really doesn't know?

Suddenly, misty son suddenly had a flash in his mind. Then he widened his eyes, pointed to He Feng in front of him and said, "are you looking at this good and want to occupy it?"

He Feng was slightly stunned.

His appearance, in the eyes of misty son, has become a sign of being stabbed through his heart, which is a guilty conscience.

"Well, I know what you are here and what the dreamland is. It's clear that you want to find a reason to forcibly occupy me, right?" piaomiko asked loudly with a cry.

"I'll go and TMD learn how to splash dirty water. You're still learning fast!" He Feng was just ready to use his fist. Now he rolled up his sleeves and flattened his trouser legs, ready to use both hands and feet.

They just misunderstood each other.

The misunderstanding continues to deepen.

Misty son is desperate. He just thinks that the sky is busy for me!

"I'll give you the house, OK? Let's talk straight? Don't make me tremble when I'm not in a fairyland." misty son said crazily.

It seems that he is very sensible and knows he can't beat He Feng, so he can only do so.

Unfortunately, he Feng really doesn't mean anything about his house, so his words are really useless.

He Feng's big fists and 43 size shoes left fists and footprints on misty Zi's body, beard, face and Taoist robe.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was just as misty as an expert, and it was like an old man begging.

So it's not much better than the wandering master just found.

After a fight, piaomizi didn't fight back, because he knew it was useless to fight back, and he could only suffer a greater blow.

Moreover, it seems that he Feng doesn't intend to kill himself. He just teaches himself a lesson. It hurts the most, but he doesn't cure the disease. He doesn't even use his true Qi. He can recover after he sleeps.

For their practitioners, there is no use except to feel pain!

But although there is no deterrent, but the fist hit the body, it hurts!

Almost with a desperate tone, misty son asked, "He Feng, what are you doing? If you want to beat me directly, can you just say it?"

Seeing his innocent appearance, he Feng kicked him out again and put it on his misty face.

Left a size 43 sole on it.

It looks so neat, like it's carved on it. It's a perfect work of art!

"Tell me, how did you create the illusion here?" He Feng asked again.

But how did misty son know what he was talking about?

He just felt that he Feng was deliberately looking for fault, just like playing a game called finding fault. He kept picking faults and picking bones in the egg.

I only heard him say, "what fantasy? Can you be more specific about what it is?"

"I have to ask you, what is it? You asked me, something like a dog." He Feng immediately kicked it out a little. The old man is a little ignorant. He hasn't noticed the current situation after living for so many years?

If you are exposed, you can expose it. Is it so hard to carry it?

Is it hard for him to do so?

After several kicks in a row, the misty son on the ground began to cry. Seeing his good appearance, he Feng continued to ask, "can you say it?"

"Say what? What exactly do you want me to say?" said the misty son, with some angry elements in his tone.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.

In an instant, misty son was like a shrimp, bending down and rolling on the ground, and the sound of painful wailing spread all over the courtyard.

"Be honest, can you say it now?" He Feng asked again.

"I said I said I would say anything." misty son vomited a mouthful of congestion, and then said.

"Well, I'm honest at last. If I had known this, why should I have been beaten? It's not your brain problem." He Feng nodded angrily.

Now he just feels that the misty son in front of him is a little cheap. He doesn't call jiewa for three days. He's talking about this man. Beat him yourself. He'll recruit everything.

But if he didn't fight, he would not say anything.

It's so cheap. It's like yawning!

Owe smoke!

I owe the old man a lesson!

"Come on, what's the matter, how to make it, and why do you get this?" He Feng spit on the ground.

"I say I say." misty son gasped heavily.

He Feng nodded slightly and gave him a buffer time to organize the language.

He has always been more human!

But after waiting for a long time, he Feng, who had drunk a pot of tea, couldn't wait. The teapot and the teacup were smashed on piaomizi's back.

"Shit, I think you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, don't tell me, haven't you been beaten enough or what?" He Feng asked.

"No, no, no," misty son said in horror, but it was already a little late.

He Feng kicked out several times in a row. Then he went on and asked, "can you say it now? If you don't say it, there are still many fists and flying feet waiting for you behind me."

The meaning of the threat can't be clearer.

Misty man is not a fool. He just can't slow down. Where did he offend He Feng? Do you need to be so idle and play with yourself here?

"He Feng, let's have something to say. What's good business and quantity? Don't do it easily. Well, peaceful development is the mainstream. Fists can't solve problems, but only intensify problems..."

Before Lei finished his long reading of the wheels, the sound of misty son sounded again in the air, and he Feng was a series of dozens of feet.

The wail rang through the whole courtyard. If it weren't for the boundary set by piaomizi in advance, I'm afraid someone would have called the police outside, and then reported he Feng's abuse of the old man.

"When did you learn so much bullshit? The world hasn't changed. Fist is the last word. When can you beat me? You're telling me this." He Feng said coldly.