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After that, I stopped paying attention to the middle-aged uncle and threw the body of Ma Rongchao into a luxury super-run.

Just stabbing Ma Rongchao's heart diaphragm? There is such a clever thing under the sun! This is just a good faith lie of Xiao Fei. The middle-aged uncle is not a professional killer. He is the first to kill, so he is easily deceived. And he also saw with his own eyes, Ma Rongchao's breathing.

All this, let his heart settle down.

At the same time, he saw that Xiao Fei was coming from Ma Rong's overtaking, that is his friend. Ma Rongchao’s friend can’t help Ma Rongchao but help himself. He is just an ordinary worker. Why does he speak for himself?

"Thank you!" The middle-aged uncle didn't know what to say.

......

Xiao Fei drove Bugatti Veyron and came to a remote place. Put Ma Rongchao's body flat on the ground. The palm is flat above the chest and a golden light is poured down. Jinguang Shenli gradually healed his wounds. Then he removed his palm and looked at him quietly.

"Wow!"

Ma Rongchao woke up.

"I am still not dead!?" Ma Rongchao is very confused and confused.

"Whether it is so easy for a person to die? Don't worry, you still have it." Xiao Fei said, "He just had a knife, and you didn't lick it. It didn't stab your heart, and your wounds, I I have already dealt with it for you. Simply put, you just suffered a little skin injury."

Xiao Fei, once again sown a big lie. The middle-aged uncle was angry and angry, and the goal was clear. It must have pierced his heart. If it wasn't for Xiao Fei, he would have been to see the king. However, Xiao Fei did not tell him that he saved him because Xiao Fei did not want him to accept his own grace.

"Really just a skin injury!?" Ma Rongchao said. There are surprises in the eyes, as well as the happiness of the escape.

"Yes." Xiao Fei nodded solemnly.

"That's great, I said it early, how can I die so easily? I have so much money, my dad is Ma Tengyun." Ma Rongchao said. He chose to believe that Xiao Fei said that the middle-aged uncle did not pierce his heart.

He is just an ordinary person, the moment he is stabbed in his chest. He is extremely scared and basically has no judgment. How can he be so calm and go to see his heart, is it really pierced? And the heart is inside the skin, he can't see it.

"If you give me another chance, will you bully him and ask him to pay 100,000 yuan?" Xiao Fei asked.

"No, no, Nie. I just came to my heart with a knife. It was too scary. I didn't expect him to be an honest man. He actually started to be so embarrassed." Ma Rongchao said, "If it is not because of my luck." Ok, I am afraid I have already shouted."

"I don't want you to say, I just thought that I was going to die!" Ma Rongchao's body trembled fiercely. It seems that he has a lingering fear.

"Snapped!"

Just as he was immersed in the joy of the rest of his life, and the joy of his heart. Xiao Fei, without any warning, slammed him into a slap.

"What are you doing?" Ma Rongchao was beaten and screamed.

"Snapped!"

However, Xiao Fei did not pay attention to him, his left hand was a slap, and the sly fan was on his left face. Huge power made Ma Rongchao roll and fell to the ground.

Ma Rongchao has no martial arts. When he hits the middle-aged uncle's face, his strength is not great. Xiao Fei is a man of martial arts. When he beats him, his strength is mostly. Just two slaps, Ma Rongchao's face, swollen into a pig's head. Beating people does not face, but Xiao Fei is too lazy to pay attention to these.

"Xiao Fei, are you crazy?" Ma Rongchao yelled, and he stood up.

It is not Xiao Fei’s answer or explanation that greets him, but Xiao Fei’s one foot. Xiao Fei once again kicked Ma Rongchao’s stomach and turned him to the ground.

The intense pain made his body bow into a shrimp shape.

"Xiao Fei, you are a dog thing... you are looking for death!" Ma Rongchao again refused to take care of his father's warning and screamed. The clay figurine is also divided into three parts. It is like this. Do you still need to worry about Ma Tengyun’s warning to him?

Xiao Fei ignored his insults and walked over and stepped on his face. The soles of the feet turned and the soil sprinkled into his mouth.

"Xiao Fei, Laozi and you fight." Ma Rongchao screamed, struggling desperately. However, Xiao Fei’s strength is too great, he can’t climb up.

"Just, you beat the middle-aged uncle who was not a bad person. Now, I also put the wrong person, let you taste the taste of being bullied by others. Moreover, I have to fight more." Xiao Fei, I finally spoke. "You don't even say that it is really cool to bully others."

"You **** who you are? Savior? Help a worker who lives in the bottom of society." Ma Rong was angry.

"I didn't help him to talk." Xiao Fei said, "I just saw that when you just bullied him, it seemed to be very cool, so I practiced on you."

When he finished, he kneel down and slap him.

"You want to practice without looking for someone else, come to Laozi? Laozi is the son of Ma Tengyun!" Ma Rongchao said.

"Sorry, the more people with background, the more I feel a sense of accomplishment when I bully." Xiao Fei said with a smile, "What do you bully a worker? I am bullying the son of Ma Tengyun! Therefore, I feel that I am better than you. ""

After that, he slaps him again. Opening the bow left and right, the more fans are more enjoyable.

"Xiao Fei, you are a bastard, a dog thing..." Here, Ma Rongchao is no longer embarrassed. Instead, it is a ferocious light in the eyes.

Xiao Fei is very familiar with this light, just like the fierce light in the eyes of a gas station, middle-aged uncle. That is murderous. Ma Rongchao was bullied and finally got killed.

And Xiao Fei, what is needed is this effect.

"Have you been convinced?" Xiao Fei asked.

"Enthusiastic, convinced." Ma Rong said with awkwardness. The killing in the eyes is very obvious, and even the cover is not known to cover up. Of course, ordinary people, even murderous things are not known, what about hiding? Only those who are true masters and murderers will know.

Xiao Fei stood up and let go of Ma Rongchao.

Ma Rongchao, who was free, like a dislocated wild dog, rushed to the trunk of the sports car, seemingly looking for a weapon to pick up the hand. However, a rich second generation like him usually does not carry weapons. With weapons, more Low, it is almost the same as those in the rivers and lakes.

"Why is it so troublesome? I have weapons here." Xiao Fei said. With a bang, he threw a sharp fruit knife behind him.