Ye Fan asked faintly with a disdainful sneer on his lips.
"I?"
As a result, Fan Jianqiang was speechless when asked.
That's right!
From beginning to end, he didn't take Ye Fan seriously because he thought Ye Fan was just a dead trash.
But some people have thought that Ye Fan is not only not trash, but also awesome.
"Mr. Ye! I was wrong just now. Please don't kill me!"
Fan Jianqiang begged for mercy with his face folded his hands.
"Haha! Don't worry! No matter how hateful you are, you are my classmate after all! How could I kill all of us classmates?" Ye Fan smiled coldly and said lightly.
As a result, when Fan Jianqiang and the others heard this, they were immediately delighted, as if they were in the dark night, as excited as seeing the dawn before dawn.
"Thank you Mr. Ye for not killing...thank you!"
Fan Jianqiang and the others hurriedly thanked Ye Fan, and were so excited that they felt as if they were injected with chicken blood.
However, they were happy for less than three seconds, and Ye Fan added coldly, "Although I won't kill you all, you just called me a dead trash! A stinky poor guy! How ugly it is, how ugly it is! Since you are
I can't think it's okay, right?"
"Mr. Ye! We were so mean just now, why don't we do this! We slap our own mouths! OK?"
Finished!
Fan Jianqiang and the others were so scared that they slapped themselves quickly, and they tried very hard, fearing that if they were not careful, they would make Ye Fan unhappy.
Originally, Fan Jianqiang and the others thought that Ye Fan would be soft-hearted when he slapped his mouth a few times, and then let him go and told him not to slapped his mouth any more.
However, what they never expected was that Ye Fan had no intention of calling for a stop.
Now!
Fan Jianqiang and the others were a little embarrassed!
Nowadays, they are not fighting, nor are they not fighting.
Just as they were hesitating, Ye Fan asked coldly: "What's wrong? He just wanted to fool him in just a few slaps?"
"Ye...Mr. Ye! Stop your anger! We Chinese people do not lie to Chinese people! We will never let the water go!"
Finished!
Fan Jianqiang and the others gritted their teeth, endured the pain, and slapped themselves hard.
one time!
Two moves!
Three strokes!
......
Not long after, Fan Jianqiang and his friends' faces were as swollen as if they were stung by a wasp.
Each person's face was swollen for at least several times. Their bruises and swollen faces were like a plot in "Tang Bohu's Dot Qiuxiang", where Qiuxiang and others drilled into the bottom of the table, and were beaten to the bruises and swollen faces, beyond recognition.
"Ye...Mr. Ye! No...no! We really can't continue to fight, we're almost in pain..."
Fan Jianqiang and the others begged for mercy in pain, "They know that if they continue like this, they may be beaten to death by themselves! Please, let us go, we really know that we are wrong!"
"call--"
Ye Fan took a deep breath and slowly spit out the smoke.
"Let you go? It's still early!" Ye Fan said playfully with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. This chapter has been completed!