Chapter Thirteen: Brother Fang, You Are My Brother
"Take off my arm? Haha, take off my arm?"
Feng Fei laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. While laughing, he looked back at his friends: "This consumptive man said he wanted to take off my arm?"
Fang Le is tall, but Feng Fei really doesn't notice it. Not to mention that he brought someone with him today, even if he is alone, he is not afraid of Fang Le.
Although he didn't know why he was touched by Fang Le just now, Feng Fei only thought that it was his carelessness. Could this consumption ghost be his opponent?
"You just rely on the fact that you have consumption."
Feng Fei mocked: "If I touch you, will you go to the ground and then rely on me?"
"You still want to take off my arm?"
Feng Fei stretched out his hand and pointed at Fang Le: "Go out and ask around. In a radius of more than ten miles, you, Brother Fei, and I are the only ones who can take off other people's arms. When will it be someone else's turn to take off my arm?"
"That's because you didn't meet me. It happened after you met me."
Fang Le pulled Zhang Xiyue behind him and waved impatiently to Feng Fei: "Okay, I understand the matter. Yueyue's father will take your family's betrothal gift with interest and I will send it to your family. Let's break up."
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When he spoke, Fang Le seemed to be chasing away a group of annoying flies. From beginning to end, he really didn't pay attention to Feng Fei and the others.
"Fang Le, don't think that you have tuberculosis, so I don't dare to do anything to you?"
Feng Fei was a little annoyed by Fang Le.
To be honest, with Fang Le like this, Feng Fei really has nowhere to start.
Second-rate gangsters and gangsters usually don't have so many scruples about getting into fights and harming people, but if it involves killing someone, not many people have the guts to do so.
The poor are afraid of the unruly, the unruly are afraid of the dumb, and the dumb are afraid of risking their lives.
In the past, when we were in school, the school bullies who bullied others all day long would not easily provoke students with strange diseases, such as epilepsy, heart disease, etc.
Fang Le has tuberculosis. Most people feel that they will not live long and death will be a matter of time. Who wants to mess with such a person?
If this is touched and the person lies down on the ground, wouldn't it mean that he is in trouble?
Feng Fei brought people here today just to scare Fang Le. Unexpectedly, Fang Le was not afraid, which put Feng Fei in a bit of a dilemma.
At this moment, Fang Le looked like a hedgehog in Feng Fei's eyes, pricking his hands.
"I don't blame you, come here and give it a try!"
Fang Le waved to Feng Fei.
At such an old age, Feng Fei is just a brat in Fang Le's eyes. If you are afraid of this kind of person, you have to torment him once, otherwise he will always be in trouble.
"Fang Le!"
Zhang Xiyue pulled Fang Le. She felt that Fang Le was causing trouble. It's better to avoid people like Feng Fei. They are as disgusting as brown sugar.
At this moment, Feng Fei was worried that Fang Le was sick, but what if he was angered by Fang Le?
"It's okay, he doesn't dare."
Fang Le laughed and patted the back of Zhang Xiyue's hand: "You're a little kid. He just took off his crotchless pants. He really thinks he's a person. He's just a coward."
"Fang Le!"
Feng Fei couldn't bear it anymore.
Fang Le's language was too provocative, not to mention that Feng Fei also brought his friends with him. If this spread, he would lose face.
"Since you are looking for death, I will dig a grave for you!"
As he spoke, Feng Fei stepped forward and punched Fang Le in the face. Considering that Fang Le was sick, Feng Fei actually held back a bit of strength.
"Fang Le!"
Zhang Xiyue was startled.
"fine!"
Fang Le gently pushed Zhang Xiyue into a pile, ducked, and punched Feng Fei under the arm.
"Ouch!"
Feng Fei screamed in pain, his arm drooped, and his other hand hurriedly covered his shoulder.
"Come again!"
Fang Le smiled and waved to Feng Fei.
Just like Feng Fei, he doesn't have any moves at all when fighting. In Fang Le's opinion, it's just playing house. Although his body is poor, Fang Le's consciousness is still there. In addition, Fang Le is a Chinese medicine practitioner, so Fang Le knows exactly where it hurts.
, and it doesn’t hurt anyone.
Feng Fei shook his arm twice, waited for the pain to subside, and then rushed forward. Fang Le dodged and punched Feng Fei in the creaking hole again.
"proud!"
Feng Fei let out another strange scream, calmed down for a while, and kicked him. Fang Le dodged and found the right opportunity to kick Feng Fei's knees. Feng Fei knelt down on the spot.
Then Zhang Xiyue and others saw a very funny scene.
Fang Le stood there and barely moved. Feng Fei rushed forward and was punched, and screamed twice in pain. Then he slowed down, rushed forward and was punched by Fang Le again, and screamed twice in pain.
The place where Fang Le hit was very special. It didn't hurt, but it was very painful. One punch would cause Feng Fei so much pain that he couldn't take the next step. He had to slow down a bit, and his movements lost coherence.
Zhang Xiyue was a little worried at first, but gradually she started to laugh.
Fang Le was just like a cat playing with a mouse, completely teasing Feng Fei.
"No fight, no fight!"
Feng Fei was punched and kicked several times by Fang Le, just like a cat playing with a mouse. Feng Fei was panting from exhaustion.
At first Feng Fei thought he was careless, but gradually he came to his senses. He was no match for Fang Le at all. Wasn't this asking for abuse?
"Brother Fang, I'm convinced, you are my brother!"
Feng Fei gave in.
There is a huge gap with others.
They were obviously showing mercy by playing him like this, otherwise, there would be no way he would be standing here so steadily.
"Get out of here and stay away from Xiyue from now on."
Fang Le waved his hand: "I will send the bride price to your family with interest. It won't take too long, up to three months!"
"Brother, what you said is that there is no betrothal gift but no betrothal gift. That's not the case."
Although Feng Fei is a bastard, a second-rate bastard, but generally such bastards are loyal and worship the strong, and in small rural areas and small towns, bastards like Feng Fei can only bully some of their peers at most, thinking that he is a
The character is incomparable to that kind of mixed society.
After being punished by Fang Le, he immediately became honest and even admired Fang Le.
"Brother Fang, have you practiced before?"
Feng Fei approached him familiarly and asked with a playful smile.
"Want to learn?"
Fang Le asked Feng Fei with a smile.
"Um!"
Feng Fei nodded: "You're so powerful, I'm just like a child in your hands, Brother Fang, with no power to resist at all."
"Go away and wait until I'm in a better mood."
Fang Le waved his hand: "I'm not in the mood right now."
"okay!"
Feng Fei responded cheerfully, and then greeted the few friends he brought with him: "Let's go, let's go, don't disturb Brother Fang here to bask in the sun, you stand at the door and block the sun, you know?"
"You don't have any sharp eyesight at all. You just want to follow me..."
"It's so evil!"
Jiang Qiu'e stood at the middle door, looking at it in shock.
He was obviously sick, but why did he become so serious in a blink of an eye?
Jiang Qiu'e also knew that Feng Fei was indeed a second-rate gangster from several nearby villages, a gangster that ordinary people would not want to mess with, but was taught to be obedient by Fang Le.
Wen Quxing became the White Tiger Star?
In some places here in Guanzhong, if you are good at studying and have high literary talent, it is said in your family that you are a Wenqu star, and if you can lead troops in war, you are the reincarnation of the White Tiger star.
There is a saying in Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan of Qin Opera that Xue Pinggui showed his true form unintentionally and was seen by Wang Baochuan, who knew that Xue Pinggui was the reincarnation of the White Tiger Star.
At this moment, in Jiang Qiu'e's eyes, Fang Le was very evil.
How can a weak college student be so good at fighting?
Doesn’t it mean that you can’t live for a few years with this disease?
"Xiao Le!"
Just as Feng Hu left with his friends and others, another shout came from the door, and someone came to Fang Le again.