Countryside Magic Doctor

Unconsciously, he even felt that the misty son in front of him was a little silly and lovely.

I don't know what psychology it is. Anyway, I have such an idea in my heart.

Misty son is completely desperate. He doesn't even understand what the situation is. Why is He Feng going to fight all of a sudden?

There's TMD no reason to be confused.

"I just want to know where I set up the illusion, can you say it? Don't let me guess here, how can I guess riddles?" piaomizi said loudly after spitting out a mouthful of congestion.

"Where? Isn't your whole house a fairyland? You've only built a house for a few days. It's so old and deceiving ghosts? Besides, the stone carvings in the pavilion clearly say that Wanli was 17 years old, and when did you build your house? It only started a week ago. Do you think I'll believe you? Such an obvious fairyland, you mean to deceive people?" He Feng said unhappily.

Where's piaomiko's IQ?

How can you come up with such a low-level trick to cheat people?

Is it difficult to commit Alzheimer's disease?

Do you want to treat him? Anyway, I'm also a doctor. It's a big deal to charge him more medical expenses at that time.

With a puff, the misty child was like a water jet, like a fountain. The blood gushed out fell in the air with a beautiful parabola.

Then it fell into the lake water, and the goldfish in the lake immediately rushed up and sucked the blood clean.

This is a big tonic!

"Shit, is it disgusting to vomit so much blood?" He Feng kicked on the misty son's stomach and said loudly.

After coughing several times, misty son climbed up the railing, vomited congestion downward, and then said, "He Feng, you want to apologize to me."

After that, misty son twisted his head and stared at He Feng with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"What do you mean? It's impossible to apologize. I can't apologize in my life. Besides, you deserve it. If you don't honestly explain so many things to you, what should you do?" He Feng said angrily, picking his nose excrement again.

By the way, he bounced the pulled ball onto the misty son's face.

How disgusting!

"Then let me be frank. It's not a fantasy at all. You obviously misunderstood me. This house is completely a real house. Even if it's a fantasy, where is so real? Would you use your brain to think about it?" piaomiko turned his head and asked loudly. People who are hundreds of years old are not calm at all, blushing and thick neck.

It looks like a street gangster.

"Then how did you get it so quickly? Besides, where did you steal it? The museum or something?" He Feng smiled contemptuously and said.

Now, misty son still wants to deny it. I don't know what his mind thinks. Didn't he eat enough with his fist?

He Feng suddenly felt that misty son had a potential and a potential to be a sandbag.

It is suitable to be hung on the wall as a boxer exercise. It also has its own sound effect. It feels good.

"Still TMD lying, I really don't understand what your brain circuit is?" He Feng spit and scolded, and then a burst of violent beating.

Piaoyuzi was desperate. He was beaten for telling the truth, lying and not talking. In short, he was beaten no matter what happened.

Is it difficult to make a fist? I can't live without He Feng's fist all my life?

Can't I owe him in my last life? Misty son is inevitable, and once again only ghosts and gods.

Who let him experience the last despair and disappointment in his life?

"Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight!" piaomizi quickly waved his fist, opened he Feng, and then said loudly.

"Oh, how dare you attack me when you have long skills?" He Feng said in surprise.

Then he kicked the misty son's chest, kicked him out, hit the pond, and instantly became a drowned chicken.

Misty son struggled to swim to the shore, and then said to He Feng, who was on the railing, "isn't it a house? It's not impossible for the cultivator of our realm to carry a mountain. What's the difficulty? As for this?"

"What do you mean?" He Feng immediately noticed something bad. It seemed that he had misunderstood, misty son or something.

He vaguely felt that things were bad!

Did you really make a mistake?

But I only heard the misty son who had become a drowned chicken in the pond, telling him with a runny nose and tears.

"I thought it was something that offended you. It turned out to be this thing. I don't know what to say. You really didn't eat much salt."

Misty son said, tears pouring into one side of the pond, it seems that it is very lovely.

Even he Feng is reflecting. Is he really cruel to him?

At this time, I only heard piaomizi say loudly: "although these things are not mine, they are not a fairyland. You can really feel it. Where is it false, it is clearly true."

"How can you treat the truth as false? You have no experience. You are innocent here out of thin air." misty son said.

He Feng quickly grasped the key point, that is, none of these things are fake, all real guys.

He immediately brightened his eyes, and then asked the misty son, "it's all true. Where did you get it?"

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the misty son up from the pond.

After coming up, the misty son was like a fairy, and a misty fairy fog filled his whole body.

It's actually steam.

After the water evaporated, he Feng noticed that piaomizi used Qi to recover his wounds, and his clothes became clean.

It seems that this guy pays attention to his image!

"It's not difficult for us to become one of the best bearers in the cultivation world to want something?" piaomiko said proudly.

Let alone He Feng, there is no one in the world who is not really afraid.

After all, if he Feng is the first, he is the second.

Although he was miserable in front of He Feng, it was a saying outside. Under one person and above ten thousand people, he was unrestrained to the extreme.

It's almost the kind that can wander the Jianghu and play everywhere for nothing.

"I didn't go to the dragon group two days ago, and then I came back with some specialties!" piaomizi, with a flat tone, seemed to be saying that I went to travel and bought some local specialties by the way.

But it's not like he bought it. After all, is misty son rich?

The answer is No.

So it can only be robbed. No, no, you don't need to rob his business. The people at the bottom are eager to send it up.

After understanding the reason, he Feng thought a little, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Looking at the misty son, he thought that nothing would happen again.

I did hear he Feng say with a smile