Feng Feifei snorted, glared at him, and said indignantly: You are really not a man, okay, okay, seeing that you are so pitiful, let them beat me, you men love face, this villain is still for me, it's a big deal When I can't stand it, I'll ......

Hearing such unproductive words, Jiang Feng also jumped up and said to her: Hey, hey, hey, you won't really be so unrighteous to say it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Feifei shook his head and said pitifully: No, you misunderstood me, I don't mean to really say it, I mean to say, when I really can't stand it, I'll ask them to beat you again, and we will take turns to be whipped, so it won't be so painful.

Gan Lao Er looked at Jiang Feng, then at the eldest lady, and also shouted, "Oh, you two are really unreasonable, you say everything to me, so make love, what do you want to do, want to play with me? Hmph, let you see how good the second master is me."

As he spoke, he lifted up the whip and continued to draw.

However, Gan Ning suddenly walked over, stretched out his hand to hold the whip he held high, stood up, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said lightly: Alas, second brother, I think you still save it, don't you see it, they are agitating you, now you should take a breath, sit down, and have a drink. Beware of you hitting too hard and killing both of them.

Gan Lao Er put down the whip at this time, "hummed" fiercely, picked up the wine jar on the table, poured a few big mouthfuls, and looked at the two of them angrily, with a strange and abnormal expression on his face.

Looking at his vicious and mysterious abnormal posture, Feng Feifei suddenly became scared again, as if he was looking at an unknown monster, and said tremblingly: Hmph, even if you bastards rape me and ruin my appearance, you don't want me to tell the whereabouts of Sword Thirty, who doesn't know that my Miss Feng is a famous iron tooth and copper tooth, let alone a whip, even if it is a poisonous snake, what can I do.

Gan Ning looked at her, stood up suddenly, walked up to her, touched her face, and said with a smile: What? Disfigured your face? How can I be willing to rape you? I still think you are not interesting. You say you're a woman, you want to have a face, you have to have a face, you have to have a figure, you have to pretend to be amorous, I don't know how disgusting it is. If it weren't for using you to help me eliminate the Money Gang, hmph, the ghost wouldn't bother to pay attention to you. Besides, now that the Money Gang is my Gan's, I can have as many women as I want, and you are not the only one missing. If it weren't for Sword Thirty, I would have killed you with one sword. Actually, even if you don't say it, I have a way to find Sword Thirty. Don't you like Sword Thirty, okay, now I'll give you a chance to prove whether Sword Thirty likes you or not. Now, I'll hang you two to the back mountain, and if Ken Thirty really likes you, then, he'll definitely show up. If he's a coward and doesn't dare to show up on time, then it's not worth dying for him. Well, anyway, if Sword Thirty doesn't show up before sunset tomorrow, then let him collect your body.

When he said these words, although he had a smile on his face and his expression was so sven, it was this kind of sven smile that made Feng Feifei shudder.

Feng Feifei is really scared now.

Because she could see that Gan Ning didn't lie to her.

This person can do anything ruthless.

He's not human at all.

The terrifying expressions on the faces of Qian Fa's family of three after their death still remain in her mind.

Gan Ning has such a ability, so that you don't dare to seek revenge from him after you die.

What kind of person is this, is it an evil soul that slipped out of the hell of Ahbi?

As soon as he saw his cold face, Feng Feifei felt an inexplicable fear.

She was really worried about herself now, she really couldn't imagine what kind of method Gan Ning would use against herself, and at the same time, she was also worried about Jian Thirty.

Because she knew that Sword Thirty would definitely appear.

As long as the sword thirty-one appears, there will be no doubt about death.

If Jian Thirty didn't appear, she and Jiang Feng would definitely die.

Anyway, someone has to die this time.

Oh, sword thirty, sword thirty, where the hell are you?

However, Jian Thirty could not hear her voice.

At this moment, Jian Thirty was lying in the small thatched house where Zhenkou Ah Si once lived, with his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

Although he has been using the method that Ma Mian told him to heal, and the injuries all over his body are recovering very quickly, however, no matter how wonderful the healing method is, it takes a process to completely recover from the wound, and now, not only has the injuries of Jian Thirty not fully recovered, but the martial arts have been greatly discounted, at this moment, not to mention any martial arts, it is difficult to exert force.

Gan Lao Er's shot was too ruthless.

His injuries were too severe.

The injury is not good, and the mood will certainly not be better.

When Ken Thirty is in a good mood, he always likes to drink, because he feels that drinking can make him feel better, and this good mood can be kept in his memory for a long time.

When Ken Thirty is in a bad mood, he also likes to drink, because he feels that drinking can make him forget why he is in a bad mood, and that alcohol can dilute his bad mood.

Now, he just wants to take two sips of wine quickly to relieve his boredom.

He felt like his body was almost going to explode.

Father Qi seemed to be an unpredictable prophet and knew that he liked to drink when he was in a bad mood, so since he was placed here, he prepared several large jars of wine for him.

The wine was placed behind the door.

Sword Thirty lay on the bed.

The bed was close to the door.

However, Sword Thirty felt that these wines were out of his reach.

His injuries were severe, and with every movement, the pain from his wounds would flood in.

Although Daddy Qi knew that he would drink when he was in a bad mood, he didn't expect that he would have the ability to climb out of bed and drink when he was drinking.

Sword Thirty smiled bitterly.

He slowly sat up from the bed, and then, holding on to the template on the bed, rolled down little by little, rolled down, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he fell to the ground, but he didn't care, still supporting his body, and quickly crawled towards the place where the wine jar was placed.

Now, wine is everything.

If he didn't take two more sips, he felt that he would really die of thirst.

However, as soon as he picked up the jar, before he could pour it into his mouth, he heard the door "branch" and was pushed open.

Jian Thirty was shocked, and quickly turned around and grabbed the sword, but the catch was empty.

The sword rests on the bed.

He was behind the door.

Although the bed was not far from the door, it was out of reach of his hand.

Jian Thirty's heart suddenly cooled, his heart was broken, this year's fate was too old, and I should be unlucky, and then, I closed my eyes suddenly, and waited for death, but unexpectedly, death was delayed, but I suddenly heard someone laughing at him, with a gloating face, and said: Oh, you stinky duck eggs, now you are dying, and you still have the heart to drink, and you really have the demeanor of a hero, admire, admire, really admire.