Speaking of this, the brothers glanced at each other, sneered, and then said in unison: People only have two legs, only pigs have four legs, we have two legs, so we are people, not pigs, but today we want to turn you into a four-legged pig.

As soon as the words fell, the four fists of the two brothers, which had already stopped, suddenly moved again, like a bear that had been dormant for a long time, and suddenly jumped out of the cave.

Four fists, like four hungry bears, swept towards the young man's face, their long fangs slashing through the air like a thunderbolt of the wind.

This time, they didn't hold their fists again.

They poured all the strength into their fists and struck the young man in a whirlwind, fast, fierce, and ruthless.

Getting closer, getting closer......

The young man's face was about to turn into a ball of twisted tofu, and everyone had closed their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to see such a tragic scene again.

But before they could react to what was going on, they heard only two muffled "poofs", and then they saw the brothers fall to the ground as if they had fallen from the sacks of the speeding carriage, clutching their fists, and rolling back and forth.

The young man floated up behind them like a cloud, and then, one of them, turned around and sat down beside another table.

Although he flew in the air, he changed his movements several times in a row, his posture was extremely chic, and he even had a bit of cynicism between his gestures.

He stood on one leg and worshiped Guanyin as a child, and smiled at the brothers: Now, you should believe it, in this world, there are originally four-legged people.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a person behind him laughing, with a little girlish sylvancy in the laughter, but with a temptation that people couldn't refuse.

Only a woman who has experienced the vicissitudes of life would let out such a laugh.

The laughter continued, it seemed softer than just now, more charming than just now, and said: In this world, a four-legged person can barely survive, but a person without feet will be miserable.

Hearing this, the young man was stunned for a moment, looked at the black smoke and white smoke brothers who fell to the ground and groaned, and then laughed.

He jumped off the table, pulled over the chair next to him and sat down, and then, stretching out a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs, he set them on the table opposite, and folded them cross.

After this series of actions was completed, he pulled out a flute from his waist, a flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, and made a beautiful spin in his hand, and then, the elbow bend suddenly came out, just to hold the jade flute and turn it around, and said with a smile: Oh?

This posture is extremely chic, like Han Xiangzi playing a flute under the moon.

As he spoke, he rested his arm on the table, his right cheek on his side, and then, turning away, stared at the person speaking.

As soon as he turned his face, he saw Qingyan looking at him with a charming smile, smiling very charmingly, smiling very strongly, like a rose petal blooming here.

She just laughed, not even looking at her two sons who were lying on the ground moaning, as if they were not her sons at all, but two pigs.

However, her smile is really charming.

Lan Yutang has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he can be regarded as a well-informed person, but he has to admit that Qingyan is indeed a rare beauty in the world.

At this age, there are probably not many people in the world who can still have such a bewitching smile.

Lan Yutang was still laughing.

When he was laughing, his mouth was not idle, and his eyes were certainly not idle.

His eyes were still wandering over Qingyan's body.

The reason why he wants to make such a chic and elegant posture seems to be to be able to appreciate it more carefully and more comfortably.

Qingyan walked slowly towards Lan Yutang from the back of the counter.

She walked slowly, lightly, like a puff of smoke, faintly, gracefully, and then floated past the black-smoky and white-smoky brothers who were still moaning on the ground, without even looking at them.

Then, leaning on Lan Yutang's shoulder, he snuggled up to his body, stretched out his index finger, lightly scratched his face a few times, slowly drew circles, and said with a smile:

For so many years, only the two brothers have beaten others, but you seem to be the first to beat them so badly, you really kind.

Lan Yutang turned around and grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, and then, from behind, he grabbed her waist and held it in his arms, smiled slightly, and said:

I seem to have a fucking kind, otherwise, how dare I tease you like this, if not, I'm afraid I'm the one who is lying on the ground like a pig and humming at the moment.

Qingyan broke free from Lan Yutang's hand, grabbed his hand, put it on his chest, and then, rubbed it gently, and said:

Aren't you a phoenix, how can a phoenix become a pig? I used to think that your phoenix was a bit unworthy of the name, like a little white face, but now that I look closely, your phoenix is really not wrong, in my opinion, you are even more beautiful than a phoenix, I like you.

Lan Yutang sat up suddenly, gently pushed Qingyan aside, and then, using the immortal jade flute to pick her chin, smiled slightly, and said: It's a pity that you are old enough to be my mother.

Qingyan jade lips opened lightly, stretched out his tongue, and gently licked the jade flute stretched out by Lan Yutang, looking bewitching and provocative, making people want to be right when they saw it, and said softly:

A woman who can be your mother is more feminine, and only a woman like me who can be your mother can better understand what you men really need.

It can be seen that you should be a man who understands women very well, and you are also a man who studies women very well, how can you not even understand this truth?

Lan Yutang smiled, withdrew the jade flute, and then, sighed slightly, put his hands behind his back, and said angrily: Do you think my face is ugly?

Qingyan nodded, immediately made a very distressed look, and said softly: Oh, it's so ugly, it's even uglier than a dead person's face, why is your face so ugly?

Lan Yutang didn't answer immediately, but walked to the window, looked in the direction of the gold-throwing villa on the top of the mountain, and said thoughtfully: Because last night, I didn't close my eyes all night.

Qingyan also sighed, as if he understood his distress of not closing his eyes, and then, looking at the two sons lying on the ground, there was a strange light flashing in his eyes, and he said coldly:

Is it because of women, men of your age, I really can't think of a better reason than that women's things make you feel irritable and sleepless day and night.

At this time, suddenly two gray birds flew by in the sky, close together, one moment through the treetops, and the other flew into the clouds.

I don't know if it's because I'm too bored, or I'm sad for the coming of autumn, and I look listless, like dust in the sky.