Mr. Feng looked at Dong Chenche in disbelief, "Wow, Dongchen Che, why are you acting like such a bear!"
After looking at it carefully, Mr. Feng was amazed, "Speaking of Dong Chenche, one-third of the blood in your body has been lost, and you don't even cry out in pain. You are indeed worthy of being King Chen!"
Of course Dong Chenche heard what Young Master Feng said, and naturally also heard the sarcasm in his words.
However, what was unexpected was that Dong Chenche did not have any intention to refute. Instead, his face was expressionless and his eyes were staring directly upward, as if he was looking at something, but also seemed to be thinking about something...
"Hey, even though you lost a lot of blood, you're not a fool, are you? Don't pretend to be stupid for me. Tell me, what's going on? Who hurt you like this? Looking at the wound, eh
, it’s on the sword, and it’s not an ordinary sword, but a lightsaber made of condensed black energy. By the way, this injury...should have been from a stabbing at close range. Oh no, why doesn’t this wound look like a stabbing?
Did it happen? How strange... I have never seen such a strange wound! Well, I must study it carefully..."
"Shut up!" Dong Chenche couldn't bear it anymore and gave Mr. Feng a cold look.
Mr. Feng immediately became furious, "I'm treating your injury, but you still ask me to shut up. Are you making a mistake? Don't you know that the thing I'm most proud of is this mouth? What if this mouth doesn't know how to speak?"
If I talk, my hands won’t work. Do you want my mouth to stop talking, or do you want my hands to stop working?”
"..." Dong Chenche was completely speechless.
Dongyang, who was standing on the side, said with disdain, "Master Feng, is there any difference between your words?"
Mr. Feng was stunned, "There seems to be no difference. Well, if I don't talk when I'm drunk, my hands won't work of course. This is a parallel relationship and cannot be expressed in terms of yes or no. It should be said that you want me to talk like this
If you don’t speak and don’t work, you still want me to speak and work with this mouth!”
Dongyang was completely convulsed, "Master Feng, it's your hands that work, not your mouth!"
"Yes, yes, look, you have confused me!" Mr. Feng looked angry.
Dong Chenche had already closed his eyes and turned his head away, too lazy to pay attention to the convulsing Young Master Feng.
But Dongyang said repeatedly, "Master Feng, your voice is really beautiful and beautiful. So please speak quickly, we are all ears!"
Mr. Feng was now satisfied and said with a smile, "Oh, Xiao Dongyang, you still know how to speak. Unlike your prince, who always puts on such a bad face all day long. That's the most annoying thing, isn't it? Xiao Dongyang.
Let me tell you, although you are very small, there is no need to worry or be anxious. I will give you a medicine and you will become bigger immediately after taking it..."
The veins on Dongyang's forehead jumped violently, and other people around him were also suppressing laughter.
Dongyang gritted his teeth, resisting the desire to rush forward and beat Mr. Feng violently, and said reluctantly, "Mr. Feng, didn't you say that your mouth speaks and your hands work at the same time? You just talked just now.
No work..."
"Oh, Xiao Dongyang, you don't understand this. It's rare that you are so knowledgeable and know that my son's words are the most beautiful. How can I be half-hearted, talking and working at the same time? Of course I must concentrate on talking to you...