The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1444 Xiaobai: Oh, this little prince can't do it
As far as he is concerned, people from Feng Shuhe's background have always been the pride of heaven. He can't understand this kind of person, so when he thinks of being able to punch this young prince Feng's face himself, he feels very emotional. Very comfortable.

Ever since, when Feng Shuhe punched him in the face again, the big man also punched Feng Shuhe's face with his punch at the same time, his sandbag punch directly swollen half of the little prince's face.

Feng Shuhe, who was originally a real actor, couldn't hold back the anger in his heart when he was screaming. He directly vented all the embarrassment he had suffered from Leng Wuyou on the big man.

He imagined the big man in front of him as Leng Wuyou, so he was extra excited, even his eyes were red.

So, caught off guard, a fist the size of a sandbag hit his face directly, and he, who didn't react, was directly hammered firmly.

"what!"

He screamed, covered his face, and jumped three feet high.

"Ahhh, damn it, you dare to hit me." Feng Shuhe covered his face, almost dying of anger.

He, Feng Shuhe, the young prince of the Feng family, even after being away from home for so many years, he has never been wronged so much. To be slapped directly on the face, or in front of the person he wants to kill, his face is so embarrassing. It's not only embarrassing, but also hurts my mother to death.

Fuck, with such a lot of strength, I'm afraid it's not because I ate too much, but I'm a idiot.

If he had known that there would be a scene like this, he should not have found such a tall and strong man, he should have found a frail man with a body as thin as a bamboo pole.

"You dare to beat your grandpa, why can't I beat you, grandpa, I tell you, not only can I beat you, grandpa, I can beat you again."

The big man got up from the ground, with a pig's face on his head, shaking his head, thinking that he was very domineering at the moment, but in fact he had a pig's face on his face, which was ridiculous.

Feng Shuhe's eyes were flushed with anger at the moment, his eyes were covered with gloom, he looked at the big man viciously, at this moment he had forgotten that he was acting, and he forgot all about it.

All he knew was that the big man in front of him beat him with his hands.

He touched his face lightly, and suddenly he could feel the swelling on the right side of his face, and the pain caused him to gasp when he touched it lightly.

"Pfft, hahaha, ouch, hiss..." When the fleshy man saw Feng Shuhe and his swollen face, he couldn't help laughing, but the laugh was too loud, and it touched his face. The wound on his face was so painful that he grinned again.

"Ah, bastard, bastard, you dare to laugh at me. If I don't beat you into a pig today, I'm not Feng Shuhe."

Feng Shuhe cursed loudly, touching the wound on his face, gnashing his teeth in pain, but he still let out the cruel words.

At the same time as these words were released, he rushed towards the big man.

The original clear face no longer existed at this moment, and his whole body was like those women who were fighting in the village.

Going up to the face of the big man, he was hammered with his fist, slapped, and scratched with his nails. The whole scene was once very exciting.

Leng Wuyou slanted against the wall, exuding a leisurely atmosphere all over his body.

Xiaobai was still lying on her arms, Chijin was squatting on her shoulders, and she was holding a spiritual fruit in her right hand.

He took a bite from time to time, and looked at the two people who were huddled together on the ground. From time to time, one man and two beasts were still pointing there.

"Oh, this little prince can't do it, he's not strong enough, look at how he went down all of a sudden and didn't even break his skin."

"Hey, the little prince was hit in the face by a fist again, is the little prince stupid? Why don't you know how to hide?"

"I'm afraid these two have forgotten, I am a cultivator."

Three, you said something to me, and Zi Yingying, who was watching from the side, was almost not dumbfounded. There were ten thousand things in her heart and she didn't know how to vomit.

(End of this chapter)