Countryside Magic Doctor

He knocked down the Bogu shelf with all kinds of exquisite high imitation antiques behind him. In an instant, the falling bottles and cans smashed him.

The ground was full of ceramic fragments. He Feng's impartial hand shook slightly. The vase just thrown by song Zhihang on the table was sent down by him.

Then he hit song Zhihang's head impartially.

Just about to climb up it, suddenly the back of the head suffered another heavy blow. In an instant, it was smashed and lying on the ground. Its head was tilted and unconscious. A pool of red blood on the ground was gradually spreading.

"It's none of my business. Kill yourself!" He Feng said with a sneer.

At this time, in a panic, a bald man rushed out of song Zhihang's stunned men. He Feng looked at him and cried.

Then he spread it on the ground and shouted to the left and right: "what are you doing? If you don't help the young master up, I won't finish with you if something happens to my son!"

After that, song Zhihang was lifted up by his nose and tears. At this time, the faint song Zhihang opened his eyes, and then he trembled with blood and shouted to He Feng with his fingers that had cut countless small holes on his back of porcelain.

"He did it, Dad. Give me this boy."

"I see, dad will avenge you!" song Zhihang's father shouted. Then his eyes were red and he threw his son to one of his men. Then he said to He Feng, "do you know what you just did? Now you have to pay for your behavior. Someone will break him up for me!"

"Mr. Song, I don't think this is a place where you can do whatever you want." an Yingying suddenly stood up and said.

"Miss an, what are you doing here?" song Zhihang's father frowned, looked at an YingYing and said.

"What am I doing here?" an Yingying sneered disdainfully and said, "I'm a guest here. What do you say I'm doing here? I have to ask you what you want to do?"

"Are you a guest here?" song Zhihang's father, song Jianghai, was suddenly stunned. He immediately understood that his son was jealous, which led to his present end. He couldn't help scolding his son as an idiot in the bottom of his heart.

But these days, he always helps his relatives but doesn't help them. Although his son is wrong, he is also unambiguous. His ability to mess around is stronger than those shrews. He frowned and shouted at He Feng: "I don't care about anything else. I only know that he hurt my son, so he has to pay a price!"

"Then try it!" He Feng sneered. "I'll see what you can do to make me pay the price?"

"Boy, don't think Miss Shi is covering you, so you can act recklessly. I'll tell you that none of you will want to go here today. An Yingying, wait a minute, you can accompany my son until you've done well with my son, and you won't want to go out of here in your life!" Song Jianghai frowned and pointed ferociously at He Feng.

"What a great skill! What a great skill! I really didn't expect that there are people in this world who have such great skills!" He Feng sneered, slapped and said, as if encouraging these people.

After that, he Feng's hand leaned to his waist. Suddenly, Glock, who had shown his great power at noon, appeared in his hand again. At this time, he Feng loaded Glock with a click.

Then he sneered at the people in front and said, "now I want to see what else you can do!"

"Brother, it's easy to say and discuss!" song jianghaidang immediately counseled. He was also a person who knew the goods. He Feng recognized that it was a real thing in his hand. Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, it was about to top his forehead.

In an instant, song Jianghai, who was just talking nonsense, wanted to leave he Feng and break him up, and wanted to leave an Yingying for his son to play with, was in a mess and almost peed in his pants.

"No, no, I'm always serious. I said what you just said counts? Didn't you say you were going to break me up? Come on, just say it or don't practice fake moves. Let's try it!" He Feng sneered, stepped forward and put Glock on the bald head of song Jianghai in front of him.

Then he pushed the metal thing on his forehead. It must hurt when he was pushed. Song Jianghai endured the pain with a ferocious face. He winked at his men.

He Feng looked at him, but he didn't say anything. He wanted to see what tricks the boy could use.

"Brother, we have something to say and discuss. Would you put this thing down first? If you put it like this, what should we do in case it gets angry?" Song Jianghai said with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He regretted a little. He looked at He Feng's hand nervously and won't do such things as grabbing a gun and killing, because it only exists in film and television dramas after all. If he did so, the risk factor would be too high.

"There's something to discuss, isn't it?" He Feng sneered and then said: "it's easy to discuss? Who was here to tear me apart just now, and who is begging for mercy now? I just want to know why you people are so cheeky, ah, how to change it? Maybe only dead!"

When talking, he Feng's index finger slightly buckled back. As we all know, bones can transmit sound. This has been explained in physics, that is, solids can transmit sound. The famous musician Beethoven was deaf.

I listen to music with a piece of wood connected to the piano.

Glock leaned against song Jianghai's forehead and stuck to his skull, so that at the moment, he clearly heard the sound from Glock. The steel was rubbing, the spring was compressed, and the machine was opened. The sound was very slow and rubbing.

However, as long as he Feng exerted such a little force and pulled back a distance of one millimeter, then in an instant, the large-diameter projectile with a diameter of 9 mm would bang and make his bald head bloom.

Thinking of the consequences, song Jianghai trembled all over. He just felt that his sphincter was out of control. Suddenly, a heat flow flowed out of his body and down his trouser legs on the ground.

The sound of trickling water beside he Feng.

Echoed in the quiet room where a needle could be heard falling.

"Oh, how dare you come out?" He Feng said with a sneer. Then he looked at the ground and saw that there was a pool of yellow liquid on the ground.

It was flowing slowly, and at the bottom of song Jianghai's trousers, there were still drops of yellow liquid.