The city of Monkey King

"I, I, I am His Royal Highness Zheng Guoji! I can give you wealth and wealth, give you Jiangshan beauty, I can give you a seal, I can give you everything you want!"

"What do you want! You tell me... I, I, I can satisfy you anything!"

"How, how?..."

"Only, just let me go, let me go!"

"..."

Zheng Jian is like a pug, kneeling in front of Qin Feng, looking up at Qin Feng, his face has a charming smile, and his arrogant appearance is completely different people.

The power that just fell on him is already completely convincing.

At this moment... he didn't want anything, just wanted to keep his dog life.

For this Zheng Jian, Qin Feng is only slightly low and low, and bang!

Zheng Jian’s head is like being smashed into a pound. He slams into the ground, his right face falls to the ground, his buttocks rise high, and it is completely like an ostrich.

Qin Feng’s feet are slowly raised.

Directly stepped on the back of Zheng Jian's head, Qin Feng's eyes with the color of ice and desert, little by little... the force at the foot increased.

"No, no, don't..."

Zheng Jian, who is affixed to his face, can't move his body. He feels the pressure like a mountain. He doesn't doubt... This person can swipe his head on one foot, which is completely panic.

His life...born and honorable, he has always stepped on the soles of his feet. He has always been the life of others, and he has never felt the fear of death.

But this moment...

He deeply felt that the footsteps of death are approaching him.

For a moment, all the snots and tears came out. This forty-something middle-aged man burst into tears: "Save me! Save me! Save me!"

The pair of frightened eyes, the eager eyes, looked at the rebel generals, and looked at Zhu Ming, who was most reliant on him and did not dare to look up at the moment. The screams of screaming screamed.

However... no one dared to pay attention to him.

"Small wind, Zheng Guo’s business, he handed him over to his father."

At this time, Song Yu’s opening behind Qin Feng was also this time... The strength of Qin Feng’s foot was reduced, and it was already full of blood, and Zheng Jian, whose head was about to be blasted.

As soon as I heard this, my face showed a happy color: "Thank you for the fairy goddess! Thank you, the fairy goddess! Thank you, the fairy goddess!"

"........."

The whole person repeated this sentence madly.

"Well, listen to Mom."

Qin Feng slightly turned his head and smiled at his aging mother. The foot that stepped on the back of Zheng Jian slowly moved away, and when Qin Feng’s foot was removed, Zheng Jian, who felt the pressure on his head, suddenly fell. I want to get up.

However, at this moment...

whispering sound!

The sword screamed out, and the eight-handed sword fell from the sky. It was unbiased... with both hands and feet, and two shoulder blades and two knees, which were suddenly smashed by the sword!

Blood... spewing out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Ah!!"

"...!"

Zheng Jian suddenly made a pig-like scream. The whole person was like a king. He was nailed to the ground and screamed wildly. Apart from the head and the whole body, the body could not move, but he did not dare to struggle. .

Because as long as you struggle... it will hurt even more!

"Mom, let's go in and say."

Qin Feng looked calm throughout the whole process. He experienced too many things. The prince of a small mortal in a district was inferior to a cockroach in his eyes. If it was not just Song Song’s speech, Qin Feng had already slammed his foot. The head of this goods.

Turning around and looking at Song Hao, his face showed a smile. He could feel that his mother's body was not a big problem and the breath was very stable.

"Come, come with Mom."

Song Xiao smiled very happily for 16 years... she finally waited for her son to return.

and…

From the beginning, Song Yu’s eyes did not leave the woman around Qin Feng, which is Chu Wanqiu.

However, in the eyes of Song Yu, she is not called Chu Wanqiu, but another name, Zhao Wei.

Eight-handed swords, nailed Zheng Jian to the ground.

Qin Feng took Chu Wanqiu and followed Song Song into the small pavilion.

Outside the small pavilion, the whole scene...

Dead and dead, only the sound of Zheng Jian’s pigs screams, and the screams reverberate.

Everyone is kneeling on the ground, a cup of tea, a fragrant incense, an hour, no one dares to stand up, especially those rebel, no fear of flying, all are squatting The ground shivered.

Until the end, the matter was reported to the Taiji Palace. The head of the country was close to the eunuch, and the sacred decree of the kingdom quickly came to Fengxiang...

How Zheng Guo will deal with this rebellion, Zheng Jian, this color embryo will eventually fall to a deadly way, and it does not matter what Qin Feng does.

In fact, if this matter is not related to his mother, he will not shoot at all.

The things between mortals, dealing with mortals, are natural and do not require the monks to interfere too much.

In the Fengxiang Pavilion.

Qin Feng looked at Song Hao, who was busy outside, and could not help but smile. A long-lost ease of thought rose from his heart.

"Mom, don't be busy."

"It's getting faster, that's it, come and help my aunt."

Song Yu took a big jade bowl and walked out of the kitchen. Inside it was a fragrant soup. Chu Wanqiu was called Song Wei to do '梓萱'. First, it was a little stunned, but it was also very fast. I ran into the kitchen and helped me to pick up three small dishes.

Three dishes and one soup, it is time to open the meal.

Sitting around this bamboo Muzhu, Qin Feng looked at the dishes on the table, silent for a long time, there was no moving chopsticks.

From the beginning to the present...

Song Wei did not ask him a question, that is his sister... What is Qin Chuxue doing now, is life and death, and where is it? !

Qin Feng is very aware of his mother, whether it is IQ or emotional intelligence, is not the average woman can compare, Song Yu is very clear ... If Qin Feng knows the whereabouts of Qin Chuxue, will definitely bring Qin Chuxue together.

"What happened to my son, I will try it. My mother has not cooked for a long time in the past few years. This technique is not going to work."

Song Wei Wen Xiao smiled, picking up the bowl in front of Qin Feng is to help him soup.

Qin Feng looked at Song Wei, who was taking soup, and took a deep breath.

"Mom, I am sorry."

"I... sorry for you, sorry."

Qin Feng remembers his vows, the oath that was sent before his father Qin Xiao’s tomb, will never hurt his mother and sister, but now... he even his own sister, is alive and dead, where do not know!

The movement of Song Yu Tang stopped for a moment, and his eyes were red.

As Qin Feng thought, when Song Song saw Qin Feng appear alone, he already guessed that the whereabouts of Qin Chuxue was unknown. 2k novel reading network