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I saw him squinting at the corner of his eyes, condescending, with an arrogant and malicious expression.Moreover, when the ending sound fell, he whistled extremely badly.

When the words fell, the other people burst into laughter immediately, their body was wide, and the corners of their mouths were deliberately grinning, artificial, and their expressions looked particularly funny.

It was not easy to catch an opportunity to add insult to injury and make things worse. Naturally, they couldn't let it go, and they all moved as quickly as the cat smelled of fish.Harmful, full of irony.

"Hey! Look, the youngest of our Fan family is different. Why did he come out in a broken car? This is for a private visit in a micro-service, to experience life at the grassroots level?"

Seeing his companion holding the moon, he became the one who attracted the most attention for a moment. The yellow-haired second generation ancestor was not to mention proud, but under this complacency, he got carried away, "whoosh", directly from his car jumped down.

Afterwards, with his arms wrapped around his chest, he walked to Fan Yihen's car with high-spirited steps.

Stand still, bent down, sneered again and again, deliberately provoking him and said: "What? I heard that the young master of the Fan family is in a crisis now, life and death are at stake, hey, he fell from heaven to hell, and a gorgeous dog eats shit, Directly become a poor boy?"

The ending sound rose, and because of being too excited, it was rendered with a slight sense of trembling.Coupled with his malicious expression, wanting to add insult to injury, it is really disgusting to the extreme.

Seeing this, Fan Yihen's eyes darkened, and a heavy murderous look flashed by at an extremely fast speed, the corners of his thin lips raised slightly, and a thick sarcasm was pursed out.

From top to bottom, the powerful aura exuding from his body remained the same, without any change at all.

Immediately, he gently rolled down the car window, his slender arms rested lazily on the car window, his cold and sharp eyes fell on the second generation ancestor of Huang Mao, with a smile that was not a smile.

"A poor phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. I'm afraid that the young master of the Fan family can't even have a good meal? How should I put it, we have also met for a while, why don't you beg me, and I will follow you casually." I can borrow some money from your fingers, it will be enough for you to live on the streets, how about it?"

Seeing that Fan Yihen was just staring at him coldly, with no intention of getting angry, the second Huang-haired ancestor became more and more complacent, and immediately grinned, insulting and provocative.

"Humph!"

The sarcasm on his lips deepened, and Fan Yihen narrowed his sharp pupils dangerously, and retorted unceremoniously: "It's really a declining world! Even dogs are putting on human clothes and starting to pretend In the final analysis, you are just a moth who has been idle all day long, idle and relying on his own father to support his life. How can you be so ambitious and dare to bark in front of this young master? Huh?"

His male eyebrows were slightly raised, and although there were no excessive fluctuations in his cold voice, the chill was thick and oppressive.

"you you……"

Immediately, the face of the second generation ancestor of Huang Mao changed slightly, and his heart felt weak. It was almost a conditioned reflex. Out of an instinctive reaction to Fan Yihen's fear, he subconsciously took two steps back.

With panic, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, that look is not to mention how funny it is.

But then, he immediately realized something was wrong.Immediately, he gritted his teeth, looked embarrassed, blushed, and secretly said, "Damn it!"
Fan Yihen is now in a state of desperation, and he brought people here specifically to find his bad luck and humiliate him.But who knows, being frightened by Fan Yihen's few words, he was almost frightened out of his wits. If it got out, where would his face be, and people would laugh his big teeth away?

Thinking of this, he hastened to gather his composure. In order to relieve the embarrassment, he pinched his waist with both hands, and first cleared his throat loudly on purpose.

Then with a sullen expression on his face, he walked to the front of the car swayingly, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "After all, it is the young master of the Fan family. .But in the end, in this world, you still have to use power to speak, and you will almost lose your food. How long will you be able to do it?"

Raising his voice, his voice was very loud, and he deliberately bluffed to embolden himself.

Immediately after a pause, the yellow-haired second generation ancestor turned around, opened his arms, grinned, and deliberately incited: "Everyone, tell me, is this the same thing? After this..."

As he was talking, he deliberately stopped speaking, the ending was very long, sharp and sharp, and then he yelled loudly with malicious intentions: "I'm afraid a young master from a small family can just do it casually." Squeeze him to death."

"Yes yes yes! You are right!"

As soon as the words fell, the enthusiasm of the people behind them suddenly became high, and the corners of their mouths were all parted with malicious intentions, and they laughed very cooperatively.

Cooperating with each other, for a moment, the atmosphere of ridicule was directly pushed to an unprecedentedly high level.

But Fan Yihen, as the rightful master, couldn't feel the slightest turmoil in his heart, but his sharp pupils narrowed dangerously, and there was a sneer on the corner of his thin lips, mixed with sarcasm, as if he was sizing him up. Like a clown, he looked at this group of people.

In the end, he locked on the second generation ancestor Huang Mao meaningfully, and smiled meaningfully.

Anyway, he has plenty of time now, so there's no rush, since these bastards want to play, he doesn't mind having a good time with them.

"Ah! This chick looks good!"

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Huang Mao Erzu's eyes inadvertently swept away from the corner of his eye, and immediately landed on the co-pilot Ji Xiaoyou.

Immediately, the pupils narrowed slightly, and after being amazed, they suddenly became discolored and narrowed.

The next moment, he had to stretch out that greasy chubby hand fiercely towards Ji Xiaoyou's fair cheek, and at the same time, he was full of obscenities and yelled loudly: "Little girl, this young master of the Fan family Now a down-and-out phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken, so from now on, you will be with me! As long as I serve you comfortably, I will keep you well-fed and well-fed for the rest of your life, and enjoy endless glory and wealth."

Ji Xiaoyou was taken aback. After her complexion changed, she subconsciously shrank back, trying to avoid his touch.

"Hmph! Little bitch, don't be ashamed, let you serve the master, that's a respect for you!"

Perhaps stimulated by the disgust and resistance on Ji Xiaoyou's face, Huang Mao Er Patriarch was slightly taken aback, angry from the heart, gritted his teeth, and cursed directly.

Then, he stepped up his strength, spread his five fingers, and grabbed Ji Xiaoyou fiercely.

Since this woman is shameless and doesn't know how to flatter her at all, the second generation ancestor of Huang Mao has already decided to rectify the Fa on the spot in front of everyone, and do it for her directly.

"hiss!"

But who knows, when the hand of the second generation ancestor of Huang Mao was about to touch Ji Xiaoyou's chest, his arm was tightly grasped by a big hand in the air. When the other party increased his strength, it seemed like a pair of big pliers He could no longer move an inch.

When he was in pain, he turned his head and was about to yell at Fan Yihen when he suddenly saw Fan Yihen's eyes full of endless murderous intent, and he felt guilty immediately.

Just now, when his lust suddenly arose, Huang Mao's second ancestor was so triumphant that he forgot the existence of Fan Yihen for a moment.

Now Fan Yihen's face was completely gloomy, and a cold light burst out from his sharp eyes, with icy balls and overwhelming anger, piercing his heart fiercely.

Immediately, the second generation ancestor of Huang Mao shuddered suddenly, and when his face changed drastically, he said sternly: "You...what do you want to do? Let me tell you, don't mess around. Otherwise, my dad...my dad is I will never let you go."

The voice was sharp, and because of fear, it was unconsciously rendered with a slight tremor.

"Ha ha!"

Looking like a falcon, staring at him firmly, Fan Yihen suddenly laughed.However, in that clear and shallow arc, there is no temperature falling to the slightest.

Immediately, the cold and sharp gaze shifted, and fell on the wrist of his other hand meaningfully, and then he said coldly: "Little beast, your memory is really bad! It's only been a while." After a long time, the pain of a broken bone is forgotten so quickly? Huh?"

While speaking, Fan Yihen tightened his five fingers fiercely, while hinting at something, while deliberately increasing the strength of his big hand.

Immediately, the second generation ancestor of Huang Mao trembled all over, and his face turned pale in a flash.

Now, after being deliberately mentioned by Fan Yihen, the bone injury on his left wrist that had healed began to ache again.At the same time, there was a resurgence of the ashes, and the uncontrollable fear of Fan Yihen that flowed in his bones.

A few months ago, because of an accident, he offended this terrible devil, and there was a fierce conflict between the two sides.

Relying on his father's backing, he was originally a master who was not afraid of the sky and the earth, causing trouble everywhere, bullying and dominating the market.But at that time, Fan Yihen severely broke his hand, the pain was so painful that he crushed him overwhelmingly.

This beam was formed in this way.

"Who are you pretending to scare? Don't even look at it. You are now in such a state that you are not as good as a dog. You thought it was the one at the beginning..."

But after thinking about it, the Second Patriarch of Huang Mao calmed down again. The present is not what it used to be. Today's Fan Yihen is no longer the same as it was in its heyday.

But who knows, before he finished speaking, Fan Yihen's cold and sharp pupils narrowed dangerously, without any warning, he suddenly raised his hand, without saying a word, with a "quack", a With force, he directly snapped off the thumb of the second generation ancestor Huang Mao.

"what!!!"

After a miserable howl, Huang Mao II Patriarch's expression was distorted in pain, his facial features were almost squeezed together, not to mention how ferocious he looked.

"You...you...you devil, quickly...let go...let go of me!"

Raising his voice, shouting heart-piercingly, he struggled hard, trying to break free from Fan Yihen's grip, and pulled his hand out.

However, Fan Yihen's big hand was like a pliers, even the second generation ancestor of Huang Mao used all his energy to feed, sweating coldly from the pain, and remained motionless in a daze.