So Pure, So Flirtatious

The first nine hundred and forty-three chapters went straight to the ugly

"Scatch him, kill him!"

"Get rid of him and kill him!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

The following students once again cheered, they are very much in favor of Yang Ming's words, do not have to give that Fan Si Yan face.

However, Feng Jiu Neng stood on the stage and listened to Yang Ming’s words, and there was some disdain in his heart. He said, you are a ***Yang. You don’t know how to live and die. You can brag here, you can put it directly. Why is Feng Feng? Dreaming?

People are the masters of the underground boxing field in the southern city of V. It is a trick to put you down. Do you dare to say this?

Let you just grab the microphone on the stage and let me threaten to scare me. After a while, Feng Siwei appeared, and you can't kill you!

Thinking of this, Feng Jiu Neng is also a lot of balance in his heart, he can't clean up Yang Ming, someone can clean up for himself, and he doesn't have to worry about no one taking revenge for himself!

While Yang Ming spoke in the side, Feng Siwei stood on the side with no expression!

When he appeared from Yang Ming, he did not put Yang Ming in his eyes. When he saw Yang Ming’s body and appearance, Feng Siyi was happy. This opponent is too weak. It’s too easy to earn 200,000 yuan. Yang Ming For yourself, it is the level of spike!

As for the big words that Yang Ming said, Feng Siyi didn't even listen to them. Those opponents who died under his own hands, and said that there were more big words, one by one, all of them were infinite, but what about the final end? Still not being killed by myself, entering the hospital into the hospital, the next half can not take care of themselves can not take care of themselves?

There are too many such arrogant opponents. They don’t know what is called Yelang arrogance? Feng Siyi is too lazy to argue. As you say, you said that the sky is falling, and when the time is punched and killed by yourself, the gap is even bigger!

"Oh, I will kill him as you wish." Yang Ming said to everyone.

"Oh! Great! Kill him!"

"Yang Ming is too powerful!"

Yang Ming then returned the microphone to Feng Jiu Neng: "Give it to you, you can say it."

Feng Jiu could take the microphone indignantly, and his heart was very uncomfortable. He also killed it. Is the person who was killed in a while?

"Some players, have not seen the world, there is no organizational discipline..." Feng Jiu can pick up the microphone, ready to satirize Yang Ming, although he can not beat Yang Ming, but it is not a problem to take advantage of some of the cheap.

"Yeah, some players actually find someone to replace the game, too no rules!"

"Yeah, something, you can't do it, you still have someone to replace it!"

"Is it not in front of my girlfriend, but I am looking for someone to replace it?"

"Ha ha ha ha, too little organization discipline, even if you invite people to replace the game, you also reveal one below? But I don't know where to hide, how to hide like a j8, do not dare to see people?"

"Hey?" Feng Jiu Neng, who wanted to say before, was Yang Ming. He said that Yang Ming did not organize discipline. When he took the stage, he grabbed the host's microphone, but he did not expect that the following students took over his words. Point the spear at Fan Jinzhe!

This made Feng Jiu can not know how to be good for a time. He could not follow the words of his classmates. Fan Jinzhe did not organize discipline. He is Fan Jinzhe’s younger brother. Isn’t this a word?

But if you don't say it, how can you round out the previous topic?

"Oh... that, although some students are less disciplined, but we are amateur games, the organization is less disciplined, but it can add some fun to the game, not making the game boring!" Feng Jiu can react quickly, haha Smile, then say.

"Cut..." The students below suddenly made a snoring, so that Feng Jiu could have some guilty conscience, but his face was thick and he didn't care.

However, just when Feng Jiueng wanted to say something again, the microphone in his hand was once again robbed by Yang Ming!

"You... what are you doing?" Feng Jiu could be shocked and suddenly asked Yang Mingdao.

"Oh, I don't make the game boring, add some fun to the game!" Yang Ming said awkwardly, then said to the classmates: "Is everyone saying that I am right?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"Ha ha ha ha, Feng Jiu can be a big fool. Force!"

"Yeah, everyone will increase the atmosphere, let's slap him a meal?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Quiet, everyone is quiet, please be quiet!" Feng Jiu Neng has no microphone in his hand, and there is some uncontrollable atmosphere on the stage, and suddenly he is sweating.

"Grass, Jiu Neng, you stupid, grab the microphone back!" Feng Siyi did not stand any more, and stunned Feng Jiueng, how do he feel so guilty?

"I...I..." Feng Jiu could look at Yang Ming and look at Feng Siwei. He didn't dare. Where did he dare to grab the microphone in Yang Ming's hand? Isn't that looking for it?

"What are you?" Feng Sizhen thinks that Feng Jiu can be too suffocating, what a thing! Angry: "Don't grab it? Do you want me to do it?"

"I don't dare... Uncle, I am not Yang Ming's opponent, I am afraid of it?" Feng Jiu can say something guilty.

"Useless things! Look at me!" Feng Si glanced at him and said that he hated iron.

"Okay, uncle, then you are up!" Feng Jiu was immediately happy, and Feng Siwei was in his head. What is he afraid of?

Yang Ming looked a little funny at the side. Was this Feng Siwei an uncle of Feng Jiu Neng? It is quite possible that both of them are surnamed Feng. It turned out that Feng Jiu could have moved over to his relatives.

When Feng Siyi stepped forward to Yang Ming, he could not help but say that he had to reach out and seize the microphone in Yang Ming’s hand.

"You want to grab my microphone?" Yang Ming sneered, watching Feng Siwei.

Feng Siwei did not speak, as if he did not put Yang Ming in his eyes, and reached out to grab his microphone. But at this time, Yang Ming suddenly let go, Feng Sizhen just wanted to take the microphone away, but did not expect Yang Ming will let go at this time, he thought that Yang Ming will compete with him!

He wanted to use this opportunity to show his strength, but it was also a secret contest. Therefore, Feng Sizhen can be said to have used enough strength. As a result, Yang Ming’s fluttering hand let go, Feng Siyi suddenly did not focus, and the microphone suddenly turned to the hand. After two steps back, a big fart fell to the ground, but fortunately he reacted quickly. When he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly helped Feng Jiueng, otherwise he really fell.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" The students at the stage suddenly made a sneer, this scene is too funny, everyone feels very funny, this Feng Siyi wants to show how capable he is, the results did not show clear, people Yang Ming There is no meaning to fight with him at all. If you let go, you will be ugly?