"How? Do you want to kill your brother and mother -in -law's brother? Fengye, the reason why the wind family is thin is because of your cold -blooded and cold family owner ..."
Seeing that the wind is still cold, lonely and arrogant, count almost shouted: "I can check DNA with you, we look so similar, saying that there is no relationship, who believes it? You say you say?
What would she do if grandma knew that you killed your brother? As long as you let me go, I promise to make you cows and horses ... "
Hearing the words, the wind was cold, and the tight lips revealed the edge of the sword: "I said, I don't care! Do you test DNA? What a dead person to test DNA?"
In order to stop such a crisis of being faked, in order to prevent Zhu Yan lose his life in vain because of this crisis, for Xia Yu Orange and their Xiao May, for the grandma, this man named count, no matter who he is, who he is
, All must die!
Therefore, the blood is not blood, and the wind does not care at all. What's more, he does not believe that the count will be the people of the wind.
"Wind, I am really your brother ..." Count is desperate, he can't hit the wind at all, he is fighting against the wind, he is looking for death.
"If it weren't for those who were for the Fantasy League, you have long been a dead person, brother? Do you know? You also know that the Feng family has always been thin, how can you make your boy flow? Even if it is an illegitimate child, in the Feng family
You will also have the same opportunities and rights as the sister -in -law, so you are just a sad and laughing and pitiful counter. "After saying, the hand was loose, and the long knife fell to the ground.
"you……"
"Come on! I don't want you to die too easily!" At this time, a light smile appeared on Feng Yan's Junyan.
Count first stepped back, then yelled, and rushed towards the past.
Feng Yan was still smiling. When the blade approached him, his body turned, and the blade wiped his face and pierced it.
His powerful arm stretched to the armpit of Count like Youlong, and hit a blow.
"Dang Dang"
Count's arms are numb, and the knife in the hand falls.
Before he reacted, his body had been punched by the wind.
With the absolute strength fist, every time he smashed the most painful parts of his body, he made his complexion white and stepped.
"Wind ..." What he wanted to say, but was hit by a boxing with a boxing, and his nose was swollen.
"This is the enjoyment you think. This is the pain that the boy of the Feng family has to bear it since he was a child," Feng Yan was fierce.
A few times, he could fight the whole body because of great pain, and only the desire to survive-hope.
Therefore, count still has a weak resistance, but soon he is like a prey to be slaughtered. Only the crop of the wind was ceded.
It's another heavy punch, and Count's body is almost flying out, smashing it on the cold and hard ground.
"Don't ... don't fight ... please ..." His pain and howling, sharp and harsh.
He was paralyzed on the ground in pain, and he couldn't get up, his nose was swollen, and his face, on his face, shirts, and pants, all stained blood to varying degrees, and it looked quite shocking.