Son-in-law From Dark World

If you don't know each other's gender, Qin Feng can definitely enjoy it. But when he knows that he is a man, he suddenly loses interest. He always feels close to him. As soon as the chrysanthemum is tight, he instinctively moves to the side and moves, until he bumps into the Taoist priest.

It's better to be an old Taoist. Although he is sour and stinky, he is comfortable.

"That's right. If you're afraid, stay away from me. I'll tell you, boss Qin does all kinds of evil. He's specialized in shooting people's list killers. If he doesn't do it for a day, he'll itch. If he's free for two days, he'll take the initiative to catch some killers and have fun with them!"

With Qin Feng at his side, the old Taoist priest was very arrogant and said a lot of words.

When Song Zhe hears the sound, he smiles gently, which makes him more charming. He looks like a shy little girl who wants to kiss him.

The key is that the other party doesn't even have a laryngeal knot. Qin Feng feels more and more that if this guy has been operated on, he always has an impulse to help him to have a physical examination. Otherwise, he feels uncomfortable in his heart, just like he has committed obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Old man, look for a supporter. You should be sure of the person. He is not interested in you because his virtue can't support his appearance. So you'd better go away and don't bring disaster to affect me, or I'll kill you directly. Believe it or not?"

In Song Zhe's eyes, there was a touch of monstrosity in his eyes, and his mouth was full of cruelty. His words contained a chilling opportunity to kill.

He did not frighten people, a touch of silver in his hand crossed, disappeared in an instant, and Qin Feng suddenly felt a shock in his heart, waved his backhand, and involved the silver that stabbed the Taoist eye into his hand.

Lao Dao is still blowing cattle. He doesn't feel the crisis of being stabbed blind just now. He grabs his crotch with swagger and looks more and more obscene. Qin Feng slaps him in the face.

Lao Dao covered his mouth and murmured in his mouth. He seemed to be secretly scolding Qin Feng for being inhumane and not knowing how to respect the old and love the young. His teeth were almost knocked out.

At this time, only Qin Feng and Song Zhe gaze at each other, but see each other's face across a touch of surprise.

"Yes, it seems that I have some skills. Even my pear blossom needle can be caught!"

After a moment's silence, Song Zhe praises Qin Feng. With a wave of his hand, a piece of silver glitters, which is very threatening. He waves and challenges Qin Feng.

Qin Feng grabs the silver needle and picks his teeth. He feels that it is too thin to plug his teeth. He directly throws it on the ground, touches his back hand to the waist, starts with six throwing knives, and waves to the other party.

At that time, Song Zhe was stunned, because he recognized the origin of the throwing knife and turned to stare at Qin Feng with a strange face.

"Where are you from?"

Song Zhe's face was dignified and asked in surprise.

He knows the origin of this special Throwing Knife, which is owned by the evil child who ranks 31 in the list of people. A knife is worth a thousand gold and a knife lives!

This throwing knife is very valuable. It needs not only financial resources, but also strong capital and identity to buy it in ghost market.

And the other side's throwing knife is obviously the cicada wing knife used by the evil child. He will not admit that he is wrong.

"My friend gave it to me, and this one was also given to me."

Said, Qin Feng pulled up the clothes, like a child showing off toys like that special belt.

When he saw the belt, Song Zhe's eyes shrank suddenly and got up to go.

However, a big hand directly pressed on his shoulder, but also gently pinched.

At this time, Song Zhe doesn't care about the intention of the other party's strange action, but feels flustered.

If he had said that before, he believed that it might be where this guy picked up the throwing knife. Now, after seeing the belt, an inexplicable emotion has grown in the bottom of his heart. That kind of impossible thing has become possible now.

the flying knife is the foundation of the evil baby's life. Even if it is dead, it will never be given to anyone. What's more, if there is a belt close to the body, if you rob it, it will only be It can be removed from the body of the other person.

Just like his pear blossom needle, he will never give away or change hands unless he is dead.

So, thinking of this, he was alert. With a wave of his hand, he saw pieces of silver shrouding Qin Feng's face. He started directly without warning.

Qin Feng laughs. His stomach agitates him. He opens his mouth and blows. Suddenly, the strong wind comes from each other. He turns and slaps each other. The air flow is mixed with dark air. He covers the silver awn and flies out in an instant. He sees the wall not far away and is pierced in an instant.

Song zhegang was about to launch another attack. Suddenly, he felt his arm sink, and the whole person climbed down. Then his wrist was twisted. The powerful force made him unable to resist at all.

"What do you want?"

Song Zhe lowered his head and bent over, which made people feel evil easily.

Qin Feng is also the same, but his attention is on the other side's hand, is very curious, the other side is from where to pick up, can release the silver needle.

"Well, your hidden needle baby, can you show me?"

Qin Feng tone flat said.

Song Zhe's face changed. He turned his head and looked at Qin Feng. He looked serious and didn't mean to insult him.

Instead, he waved his hand, but saw a black ball fell into his hand, which was covered with silver, and was directly thrown into Qin Feng's hand.Song Zhe has at least a dozen of these balls, and hundreds of silver needles are condensed on one ball.

As long as you wipe with your hand, the silver needle can fall into the palm.

"It's much more interesting than a belt."

After loosening Song Zhe, Qin Feng is playing with the black ball, and his face is full of joy. He puts it directly into his pocket and takes it as a treasure.

In turn, Song Zhe frowned and said seriously, "can you tell me your name?"

"after a long time, you will know. It's boring and lack of mystery to tell you directly."

Qin Feng tossed his short hair, not taking care of each other, directly into his own shop.

After entering the house, he found that Lao Dao was pounding a bowl of noodles. When Qin Feng sat down, he personally brought it up.

"Come on, boss Qin, try my craft. There are many kinds of vitamins, protein, health food, sausage, mushroom, sea cucumber, and"

finally, Qin Feng would like to slap him in the face. A packet of instant noodles costs only a few yuan, while the ingredients cost hundreds of ingredients. It would be strange if it could be sold.

However, Qin Feng is still very impolite to eat. His mouth is full of oil. The whole shop is full of his wheezing and swallowing noodles.

At night, Lao Dao said that he had not made a donation for public welfare for a long time. He took the money and ran out in a hurry.

Most of his donation activities are in small alleys, such as Hongdeng street, and his patrons are elderly women.

This old guy, also good this mouthful, Qin Feng thought that if this small hobby also gave to break, too inhuman.

While watching the shop, while fiddling with mobile phones.