Supreme Crazed Pet: Miss Evil Defying the Heavens

Young Master Feng looked at Dong Chenche in disbelief, "Wow, Dong Chenche, why did you become such a bear!"

After carefully looking at it, Young Master Feng clicked his tongue in amazement, "I said Dong Chenche, you have lost one-third of the blood in your whole body, and you don't even cry out in pain, you really deserve to be the King of Chen!"

Of course Dong Chenche heard Mr. Feng's words, and he also heard the sarcasm in his words.

However, unexpectedly, Dong Chenche didn't have any intention of refuting. Instead, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were staring straight up, as if he was looking at something, but he seemed to be thinking about something...

"Hey, although you bleed a lot, you won't be a fool, right? Don't pretend to be a fool. Tell me, what's going on? Who hurt you like this? Look at the wound, en er , it’s on a sword, and it’s not an ordinary sword, but a lightsaber condensed with profound energy. By the way, this injury… should have been stabbed at close range. Oh no, why doesn’t this wound look like a stab wound? It’s done? It’s so strange...I’ve never seen such a strange wound! Well, we must study it carefully..."

"Shut up!" Dong Chenche couldn't bear it anymore, and gave Young Master Feng a cold look.

Mr. Feng immediately exploded, "I'm going to heal your wounds, but you still want me to shut up, are you making a mistake? Don't you know that this mouth is what I am most proud of? If this mouth can't If I speak, my hands will not be able to work. Do you want my mouth to be silent, or do you want my hands to be incapable of working?"

"..." Dong Chenche was completely speechless.

Dong Yang who was standing on the side said contemptuously, "Young Master Feng, is there any difference in your words?"

Mr. Feng was stunned, "It seems that there is no difference. Well, I don't talk when I'm drunk, and of course my hands don't work. This is a parallel relationship, and it can't be said in terms of yes or no. It should be said that you want me to have this mouth If you don’t talk or work, you still want my mouth to talk and work!”

Dongyang gasped completely, "Young Master Feng, what you work with is your hands, not your mouth!"

"Yes, yes, look, you have confused me!" Mr. Feng looked angry.

Dong Chenche had already closed his eyes quickly, turned his head away, and didn't bother to pay attention to this convulsive Mr. Feng.

But Dongyang said again and again, "Young Master Feng, your voice is really incomparably beautiful. So hurry up and let us listen!"

Young Master Feng was satisfied now, and quickly said with a smile, "Oh, little Dongyang, you still can talk. Unlike your prince, who puts on such a stinky face all day long, doesn't he hate it the most? Little Dongyang Let me tell you, even though you are very small, there is no need to worry or worry, this young master will give you a medicine, and after taking it, you will grow bigger..."

The veins on Dongyang's forehead twitched violently, and the others around him also suffocated their laughter.

Dongyang gritted his teeth, resisting the desire to rush forward to beat Mr. Feng, and said reluctantly, "Mr. Feng, didn't you say that your mouth is talking and your hands are working at the same time? You just talked Didn't work..."

"Oh, little Dongyang, you don't understand this. It's rare that you are so knowledgeable. You know that my son's words are the most beautiful. How can I be half-hearted and work while talking? Of course, this son must concentrate on talking to you... ..."