"You!"

When Feng Cheng heard He Qing's words, he was simply angry!

Although he no longer has the basic sense of morality as a human being, he still has the desire to be a human being in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoA man in a remote mountain village has not received the most basic education, and his thoughts are naturally very simple. Now that he is not young, he is not without the idea of "wife and children hot kang head" in his heart.

But he is more than Chinese New Year's Eve years old now, but he is indeed still a lonely bachelor, and the whole village is still unmarried at this age, and he is really a scorpion-the first one.

Therefore, he hated people to poke him in the sore spot the most in his life.

However, the water ghosts are all vague in their minds, except for surviving and finding substitutes for the dead ghosts, they have no other obsessions in their hearts, and naturally they can't understand this pain. On the contrary, because of his own secrets, he has a natural resistance to becoming a family, and he has been stirring up pornography several times behind his back.

This kind of thinking is unbearable for Feng Cheng, who has long wanted to have a daughter-in-law.

Even if the village chief's family has money, how much can they have?

Such a poor mountain village, even if it is drawn to death, it will be 120,000 yuan, but now that prices are soaring, such a two-story small building two years ago has been powerless. Even if you still have some savings, it is for emergency purposes. Even the village chief himself has little hope for this crippled son.

Two years earlier, he arranged for a girl to meet, and wanted the child to find a suitable one, but this stupid child didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he didn't agree to live or die.

In the past two years, life in the village has improved, but the name of his son as a cripple has also been played, and the mountain road has also been closed, and it is difficult for middle-aged men in the village to marry their daughters-in-law, let alone him.

They married a daughter-in-law in the village, spent 30,000 or 20,000 yuan, and bought all good girls from serious families. The girls are just too poor in their families, so they just want to fight. It's better to subsidize the family a little more in one breath than to get married and be pinched later.

Every girl who sold it also inquired about the person she was about to marry before nodding. Otherwise, if life is not going well, and you run to the police station on impulse to casually accuse a person of human trafficking, then you will have to make a big deal!

Although the village chief has no knowledge, he is also quite proud - he knows the law!

Before buying, explain the situation to the girl, let the family inquire (whether the inquiry is right or not, it is not guaranteed), and when the time comes, the money to buy the daughter-in-law will be regarded as a dowry, and no one can say anything.

But in the case of his son, he is the head of a village, and he wants to live a serious life, even if the village chief gives him a high money, no one wants to follow.

After all, other girls are not stupid in their hearts, and no matter how stupid a girl is, she has a small abacus in her heart. The old village chief is okay now, but when he kicks his leg in a hundred years, there will be a cripple left in the family, what can he do? It is better to find someone who is healthy, even if the conditions are poor, and there will be a good life.

After all, these days, as long as people are diligent, there is basically no starvation.

The total reason is that until now, Feng Cheng, who is Chinese New Year's Eve six years old today, is the only one in the village who has never been married, as He Qing said.

This kind of lethal words, for him with a shallow heart, are not thorough to drop a bomb directly in his mind, blowing him up, his eyes are split, and he almost gritted his teeth and roared: "I want your life-!!"

As he spoke, the huge black ball in mid-air, which was entwined with wisps of spiritual energy, kept struggling with the black gas that was forcibly gathered together.

They wanted to break through the barrier and wait for the command, but He Qing stood there indifferently, the spirit rune in front of him did not move at all, but there were often wisps of golden light flickering, and then, it could be seen that there was one more chain on the black ball, no matter how hard they tried, there was no way to escape.

"The ability of the water ghost, you don't play half of it, you still want my life, who gave you the courage, Liang Jingru?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, He Qing remembered that he might not know who Liang Jingru was at all, and no one knew the joke of this stalk, so it couldn't help but be a little boring.

However, Feng Cheng, who was in anger, didn't care about this, and if he couldn't strike a blow, he naturally had other means.

At this time, he had already sensed the huge sense of threat brought by He Qing, the contrast between the two parties was too obvious, one was seriously injured, and the other side did not even get a piece of his clothes wet. There is a clear distinction between strong and weak.

Feng Cheng gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind - to break the cauldron and sink the boat!

He raised his wrist, and the nails of his left fingernails suddenly became extremely black and shiny, and they were rapidly sharpening inch by inch. The pure black nails reflect the warm light of the fire, and they are extremely sharp.

Then, without hesitation, he tried to slash his wrist vertically, quickly and resentfully.

After a moment of silence, clumps of black blood rushed out of the arteries. But in the blink of an eye, there was already a lot of bubbling out.

The amount of arterial bleeding on the wrist is not trivial, and for Feng Cheng, who has no ability to bleed for seven days without dying, it is really half a life.

Then, the moment the blood flowed, his index fingernail had become five centimeters long. The closer you get to the tip, the sharper it becomes. The black, bright black mixed with the orange-red flame color, slowly stretches out into the air, bringing out a hideous beauty!

The pieces of baby flesh and blood hanging on the beams of the room suddenly trembled violently, and then they scrambled to fall from the iron hook, arcing in mid-air, and flying towards Feng Cheng's hands!

His ten fingers were wide open, and a thick layer of baby flesh and blood was strung out on his nails like a skewer of meat, and then, for some reason, those pieces of meat that were originally dry and hard softened and shrank inch by inch, and finally with a "bang", they turned into a ball of flying ash, and there was no trace of it.

And Feng Cheng, who had extracted the essence of it, trembled, and his expression was an irrepressible surprise.

As the pieces of flesh were removed in this way, a faint red slowly welled up on his pale cheeks.

He Qing watched silently from the side, always feeling that Feng Cheng's body was now half alive and half dead, which was also very strange. Obviously, the blood is rich and indissolvable black, but when the blood is surging, the cheeks are pink...... It's no wonder that spirits always want to take on human form when they take shape, and ghosts always want to take away...... It seems that the "people" themselves, who still have no mana, are more mysterious than those things, and bring more benefits.

Next, it depends on what Feng Cheng wants to do.

Now she refuses to strike while the iron is hot and restrain him in one fell swoop, and she doesn't want to see what Feng Cheng, as a water ghost, will do.

And she, what is she going to do.