Ice King

"Exactly, exactly. Our brothers have to thank the bad guy for dying so early, if he hadn't died. We don't have a chance Ha ha

On the right, the young man's eyes were bright, and his face was full of light. He exchanged hands and happily said.

Ye Fei's face was white, and his hands trembled slightly. This is the servant who looks and is kind and flatters himself? After he died, he made up his mind slightly.

"Although Han Fei is dead, I Ye Fei is alive."

Ye Fei's frigid smile. These familiar faces become strange and ferocious.

Three people are talking and laughing, but ye Fei is cold and quiet, standing there motionless. At this time, Han Mo turned his head and looked at him. His face suddenly changed. He exclaimed, "Hanfei"

the other two were also in an uproar. They looked at each other and looked at each other in a panic.

You know, what they got was. Han Fei was killed the day before yesterday. Is this a ghost?

"Brother Ling, isn't this unfortunate ghost killed? Why are you still standing here? Are we evil? "

"You're a good living man standing here like a ghost?" Han Ling exclaimed, seeing that ye Fei in front of her was going to turn around and go, she ran up quickly, and said with shame: "ha ha! It turns out to be the third brother. Just now the second brother was joking. Please don't blame the third brother! "

Ye Fei looked at him coldly, and Hanling felt swept by his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a cold in his heart, as if he had become a poor man who was respectful to him, but his eyes showed jealousy and envy.

All of a sudden, seeing ye Fei's pale and weak figure, the flattery faded away, and the smile on his face turned into a sneer, "I almost forget that our third brother, the pride of our humble family in those years, has become a waste, tut! What a pity! It's a pity that I didn't die yesterday, ha ha! "

Cold Ling pressure in the bottom of my heart for many years all vomited out, only feel a lot of refreshing, before the unhappiness swept away, proud looking at Ye Fei. The same is the blood of the poor family. He is an orthodox son, but he is a commoner son. Why should this young boy press on himself? Now, he finally fell from the platform of genius and became a joke, a waste.

Ye Fei held back the anger in his heart and ignored Han Ling. It seems that did not listen to the words into the general, ye Fei slowly turned around, hard body step by step toward the back of the walk.

After all, Han Ling is the second son of the master, but he is just a servant. If he makes trouble, he will definitely suffer losses. What's more, his current strength has not been fully recovered. It's not the time to show them.

Seeing this waste, since he ignored himself, Han Ling's eyes showed a little fierce color. If three years ago, don't say that he had opinions in his heart. Seeing this kind of vision, Han Ling, the second young master, has to smile, but now? He's just a trash.

"What? Want to go? ha-ha! Han Fei, you don't put on a bad face in front of me. In the past, I was afraid of you, but you are nothing, just a waste. With hands, feet, muscles and veins, we all depend on women's waste. ha-ha! you 're right. I just want to despise you and laugh at you. What's the matter? You hit me? There's a kind of disdain for me like three years ago? Unfortunately, you can't do it. You're just a waste, a useless waste. "

Soon cold Ling stopped in front of Ye Fei, ferocious face opened to laugh.

The more I see ye Fei's pale and miserable face, the more happy I am.