Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 1884 If you talk badly, you should slap your mouth!

Then, the person muttered in a low voice: "What a bad luck to have such a guy come to deliver food!"

Chen Feng opened the red lacquer food box, and his eyes suddenly shrank and changed.

In the food box, there was just a bowl of brown rice and a plate of small pickles, which was extremely simple.

At this time, Chen Feng's heart was already boiling with anger.

However, he did not show it. Chen Feng looked at the green-clothed slave and said lightly: "I'm afraid that even the slaves in the mansion have better food than me? What kind of food is this?"

The green-clothed servant glanced at Chen Feng, and there were only two words revealed in the corners of his eyes and brows: disdain!

A mocking smile appeared on his face and he said: "What do you mean, I'm afraid that all the slaves in the house will eat better than you?"

He chuckled and said proudly: "I am one of the slaves in the mansion, and my status is not high. I can tell you clearly that even the worst slave in the mansion, every meal is of high quality. The meat of monsters and beasts is drunk with the finest wine, which even the rich households in the city cannot afford."

"Haha, ordinary brown rice like yours has no spirit, and there is no salt in the pickles. Not to mention the servants in the mansion, even the pigs and animals raised in the mansion will not eat it!"

Chen Feng was instantly furious, stared at him and said coldly: "You mean, I'm worse than an animal, right?"

"I didn't say that!" The green-clothed slave glanced at Chengfeng teasingly, laughed and said, "You said that yourself!"

He snorted coldly, glanced at Chen Feng, and said, "Do you like to eat?"

"Who do you think you are? You really think of yourself as a young master, just someone from outside..."

He was about to spit out the last two words, but when he faced Chen Feng's cold gaze, his heart trembled, and he finally swallowed it!

Chen Feng took a deep breath. He was extremely angry. He stared at him coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes. He slowly uttered a few words: "Can you say it again?"

When the green-clothed servant saw Chen Feng's gaze, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, because Chen Feng was really scary at this time. His words were like ice blowing from the far north, almost making him feel cold from the top of his head. Even the blood was frozen to the soles of his feet.

He couldn't help but trembled heavily, took two steps back, and looked at Chen Feng in panic.

He was completely frightened by Chen Feng.

But then, he became furious, and a voice echoed in his heart: "How could I be frightened by him? How could I be frightened by this loser who just entered the house?"

In his eyes, although Chen Feng was a young master, his status was far inferior to him.

His face immediately showed a look of arrogance again, and the fear just now disappeared without a trace. He stared at Chen Feng and snorted: "So what if I say it again? I'm going to say it, you are just a little bastard who just came in. !”

"Do you think you have a high status? Let me tell you, you are not even as good as a slave like me!"

"Even a servant like me can step on your head and shit!"

Chen Feng's face was cold, and he slapped him hard on the face with a big ear scraper, sending him flying dozens of meters away. He let out a scream, and blood mixed with a few broken teeth flew out.

"What? How dare you, how dare you hit me?" The green-clothed slave screamed in disbelief. He covered his mouth, looked at Chen Feng with a face filled with resentment, and roared sternly.

In his opinion, someone like Chen Feng, who had just been brought into the house and had nothing, would never dare to offend him. However, he did not expect that Chen Feng would actually dare to take action, and he would do so cruelly.

Chen Feng stared at him and said coldly: "If you talk badly, you deserve to be slapped!"

"Okay! You are very good!" He pointed at Chen Feng: "Did you know that I am Wei Pengfei, the seventh young master's personal servant?"

"The Seventh Young Master has always trusted me the most. If you dare to touch me, I will have the Seventh Young Master kill you!"

Chen Feng stared at him with a sneer on his lips: "It seems the lesson is not enough!"

After saying that, he walked forward and slapped out another big ear scraper, directly smashing his teeth into pieces.

He drank a mouthful of blood, whined, stared at Chen Feng with a face filled with resentment, then turned around and left quickly.

"A slave who relies on human power!" Chen Feng's eyes were cold!

He knew that the seventh young master Wei Pengfei talked about must be very powerful. Chen Feng had offended him, but he did not regret it.

This person dared to insult his mother, which Chen Feng absolutely couldn't bear.

Chen Feng kicked the red lacquer food box to pieces, then turned around and went in.

And a moment later, a man in golden armor who looked like a general came here and said politely: "Chen Feng, is Mr. Chen here?"

Chen Feng walked out.

The general said slowly: "Today, the general has summoned all the children and invites you to come over."

Chen Feng nodded and followed him without saying a word.

When Chen Feng came to the main hall, there were already many people in the main hall, all young men and women under the age of forty. All of them were dressed in sloppy clothes and looked arrogant.

When they heard the noise outside, they immediately turned their attention to the entrance of the hall, and then they saw Chen Feng.

Suddenly, a look of disdain and disdain appeared on their faces!

One of them looked at Chen Feng with eyes that were not only filled with disdain and contempt, but also with a hint of murderous intent.

This person is a young man of about thirty years old. He is dressed in a luxurious purple robe. On the robe, there is a wing of a golden-winged roc embroidered on it. It is just a wing, but other young men and women in the palace see it. There was a hint of awe in the eyes he looked at.

Because the golden-winged roc is a sacred beast of the Tianyuan Dynasty, there are no more than ten dignitaries who are qualified to have the golden-winged roc embroidered on their robes.

By the same token, there are no more than a hundred people who are qualified to have the wings of a golden roc embroidered on their clothes, and all of them are powerful children of major nobles!

At this time, next to him, there was a slave in green clothes with his mouth full of blood. It was Wei Pengfei.

He whispered something with a face filled with resentment, and while speaking, he pointed at Chen Feng.

The young man in purple robe nodded slowly, then strode up to Chen Feng.

He looked down at Chen Feng, his voice was cold, and he said loudly in a scolding tone: "Chen Feng, was it you who beat Wei Pengfei like this?"

Chen Feng nodded slowly: "Yes, I did it."

"Oh? Did you hit me? Yes, you dare to admit it!" The young man in purple robe nodded slowly, looked at Chen Feng, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "I don't know."

The young man in purple robe said calmly: "I am the seventh young master of the General's Mansion, Yun Tianyi!"

"You are so courageous!" Yun Tianyi's face suddenly changed, and he became furious. He roared loudly, pointed his finger at Chen Feng's forehead, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he roared furiously: