"live!" Peng Qifeng see MoXiao city li himself but a few meters distance hurriedly roared.
His heart is a little heavy, and the other party is obviously a master and furious. Look at him. He is going to beat himself up. He is lewd and good, but he is not stupid. Just now, Mo Xiaocheng could fly a stone with his thumb from 30 to 40 meters away with a snap of his finger, and the strength was not small. The back of his hand was still hot and painful, so I knew it was a malicious role!
"What do you think you are practicing Confucius boxing? Look, your temple has been slightly looming. Is it a dark state? At least half a master has done such a thing? What should I do with you? Don’t look around, with me here in Moxiao City, I’ll let you walk for 100 meters. You can try to hum if you don’t believe me, but if you dare to do so, it won’t be as simple as breaking your hands and feet! " Mo Xiaocheng looked at Peng Qifeng with a smile on his back and a dull expression. What he said was really arrogant to the extreme, and it was a bit difficult to accept
Peng Qifeng’s heart sank, and the other party was afraid to listen to him to break his hands and feet! I was interrupted by my hands and feet, and my ten-year kung fu was wasted. Even a dog is not in the gang!
Damn it, it’s fucking bad luck. It’s rare to go out and steal food. I didn’t expect to eat shit! If I hadn’t heard the yellow hair and bewitched myself, I wouldn’t have come out to do such a shameful thing. If I went back to my legacy, I would have to be chopped!
Peng Qifeng looked at the ground and groaned. Huang Mao wanted to kill him.
He casually looked at Mo Xiao City and the surrounding environment, thinking about how to get out. He knew that he was a few pounds and two pounds, and although he was young, his strength was definitely stronger than himself. He could still see that.
"Don’t look at it. I said you can’t escape, but you can’t escape. Well, I also want to see a door punch. I’ll let you go if you can hit me, or you won’t want your legs." Mo Xiaocheng lost his right hand to the back light way
Peng Qifeng cocked his head and couldn’t believe that the other party was so big. He tried to hide his joy and said, "Really?"
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Dongshao bar
Tan Shaodong took a sip of Remy Martin. Opposite him sat a respectful man. "Jiezai, you said yesterday that you had a good messenger named Peng …"
Jiezai Ma Jiekou said, "Dong Shao is Peng Qifeng."
"Well, Peng Qifeng" Tan Shaodong sits with his legs crossed, which is somewhat free and easy, and somewhat eldest brother temperament. "You can ask him to see me sometimes today. I will be interesting to see how powerful you say the master is."
Jiezai’s face was a little bitter. "I’m sorry, Dong Shao, I just called him, but no one answered. Other brothers said that they had gone out to play with Huang Mao … That I couldn’t find Peng Qifeng for a while … Dong Shao, I will definitely call that kid over!"
Tan Shaodong, um, didn’t say anything more. He doesn’t care so much about people now.
He started a Dong Shao bar, and soon he started a Da Dong Club, which is a gang member, mostly young social youths or middle school students, and started slowly.
Dadong will be Tan Shaodong, but he is not the president, but he is the one hand and Jiezai Shen Xingjie in front of him.
Being a triad member is secondary, and the most important thing is to have money, face and face, and to have the latter three is to establish a meeting.
Qian Tan Shaodong naturally doesn’t say that he has millions of money every month. He also has his old Tan Jiangong. With these three, if the second sai-jo didn’t do stupid things, he would be worried about the lack of people, would he be worried about it? The conditions of Xiao Junliang and Fang Kunlin in those days are far from what he is now.
Of course, in the final analysis, talent is the most important thing, and that’s why he has a special opinion, and why he has some skills as a messenger.
But he never thought that Jiezai said that the master Peng Qifeng was next to him now.
Chapter one hundred and twenty-one Leave you!
Xue Xinlei just felt cold behind MoXiao City, but her body was full of warmth at this time, and she didn’t feel cold at all. She knew that this was a psychological hint and she felt safe.
Hearing the conversation with the man who saved her eyes for the second time, she knew his name, Mo Xiaocheng.
Moxiao City, Moxiao City, these three words are whispered in her mouth, which is a nice name. Happy life is like a city.
Looking at the generous body, superb skill and tall figure, Xue Xinlei’s horse is thinking. Is it because he has been looking for the right day for so long? Well, although he is not so handsome, he can meet himself twice and save himself twice in such a big city in just two months. Isn’t this fate?
Moreover, one thing that is most difficult for a man is that he is indifferent to the temptation of beauty. She can clearly remember that every time she seduces him, he can sit still …
Combined with everything, now Moxiao City is like the smile on the corner of Mona Lisa painted by Leonardo da Vinci in Xue Xinlei’s eyes, which is very mysterious.
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"Really!" Mo Xiaocheng nodded, "I’ll give you three moves. I won’t retreat. I’ll dismantle you with one hand. You can make me retreat half a step. Well, you win."
Peng Qifeng sneers and groans in his heart. You fucking underestimate me. I can’t beat you. But if I can’t beat you with one hand, if you step back, you’ll kill me directly. What a fart!
He spat and thought that the old man was also a master of dark energy, and he turned his head to pieces, and three moves by himself were enough for you to eat a pot.
"hey! Look at the trick! "