I am a ghost messenger in a fantasy world

Lin Fan tightly pinched the head of the withered-handed ghost, and he didn't intend to loosen it at all. He heard the sound and looked over.

A young man with a jade face flew from a distance, dressed in white, holding an ink fan, with a large group of servants behind him.

The visitor was mighty, and soon came not far from Lin Fan, looking down at Lin Fan.

The people around all lowered their heads at this moment, not daring to look up at the jade-faced young man.

Lin Fan was the only one standing proudly in the crowd, looking at the man in white in the sky expressionlessly.

"Bold and unreasonable! Seeing my son, can't you kneel down and worship him?"

Everyone also squinted at Lin Fan, and several of them kept winking, signaling Lin Fan to be obedient and kneel down.

It's a pity that Lin Fan didn't seem to see it, and even burst out laughing, pointing at the people around, and asked, "They don't worship, why should I?"

Seeing that Lin Fan dared to refute, the servant immediately became angry, and angrily said: "How can you, an outsider, compare with my people of Fufeng!"

Lin Fan was not in a hurry, still with a faint smile on his face, pointed at the boy in white, and asked again: "Then who is he? Why should I worship?"

After hearing this, the servant sneered, raised his head proudly, and said, "This is Mr. Fufeng, the only son of Mrs. Fufeng!"

"Oh..." Lin Fan's tone dragged on extremely long, just when everyone thought he was going to bow down.

Lin Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows jokingly, and said disdainfully, "So?"

"You..." It was the first time to be mocked like this by an outsider, and the servant suddenly felt that his face was dull, and he was angry for a while.

Pointing at Lin Fan, he trembled angrily and said, "You bastard really doesn't know what to do! The Land of Fufeng is not a place where you can run wild!"

"I will let you come and go today!"

After saying that, the servant started to move, and immediately, a group of servants started to move.

These servants were not ordinary people, they came to Lin Fan in an instant and surrounded him.

Lin Fan didn't care at all, and didn't even bother to look up at them.

The meaning is very obvious, if you want to surround and follow you, if you want to come up and fight?Then first weigh whether you have the strength.

At this moment, Mr. Fufeng, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally said, "Stand back, you are no match for him."

Lin Fan originally thought that this group of servants would retreat obediently, but he didn't expect them to become addicted to being dogs instead!

With a firm face, he said: "Young master, don't worry, just leave this little pariah to us, so as not to dirty your hands."

Young Master Yumian sneered, shook his head, and ignored them.

These servants tried their best to curry favor with him one by one, but in his heart, the lives of these servants were worthless!
This is the sorrow of the villains at the bottom!When they see the strong ones, they frantically fawn on them, and when they see the weak ones, they frantically suppress them.

Without recognizing their own status, is the weak they thought they were weak?Is it useful to rely on fawning on the strong people they think?

Little did he know that he was just a clown, and in the end he could only be empty-handed, not to mention losing his life in vain, and he still couldn't get a good reputation.

Mr. Fufeng sneered and didn't say anything more, and the owners of the group of dogs Yele gave them the opportunity to perform, and they became more enthusiastic one by one.

Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, the only way to deal with such idiots is to let them feel the pain!

I saw his footsteps move, his figure flickered quickly, and he shuttled through the crowd.

Lin Fan pinched the head of the withered ghost with one hand, and hit them with only one hand.

Even so, his abilities were not something these scumbags could resist. His punches were heavy and fierce, and every punch hit their faces heavily.

The booming sound of punches was accompanied by bursts of heart-piercing roars, and in the blink of an eye, these servants were beaten to pieces.

Weeping one by one, rolling on the ground and crying bitterly.

The reason why Lin Fan didn't kill them was to show these people how sad and ridiculous he was!
Everyone was wailing on the ground, but the boy in white in the sky frowned at this time, and said coldly: "I said not to go up, isn't this embarrassing me!"

"Useless things, what do you need?" After finishing speaking, Mr. Fufeng wiped his hand, and the group of servants on the ground stopped shouting for an instant, and all of them turned into a puddle of blood.

Lin Fan shook his head and didn't say anything. He could let them go, but their master wouldn't, because they were worthless!

Isn't such a person sad?

Killing this group of disgraceful servants, Mr. Fufeng felt nothing at all, it was nothing to him at all.

Looking at Lin Fan again, Mr. Fufeng said to him this time: "The person in your hand is a friend I invited, and also a friend of Fufeng. I advise you to let him go!"

Mr. Fufeng has a natural and superior feeling when he speaks.

This is understandable, as the only son of Lord Fufeng, he was pampered and pampered from birth, with numerous servants, relying on this relationship, he has never been afraid of anyone!

It's just that the people he met today are not ordinary, and Lin Fan is not easy to talk to!

"If I'm your friend, do I have to let him go?" Lin Fan retorted neither humble nor overbearing, "According to what you're saying, he's my enemy, so can I kill him directly!"

With a snap, Master Fufeng opened the folding fan in his hand, and said with a bit of anger in his tone, "Boy, don't forget where you are now!"

The onlookers will all shudder subconsciously!For so many years, once the young master opened the folding fan, it meant that he was very angry, and he must see blood today!It doesn't help whoever comes.

Everyone sighed in their hearts, poor Lin Fan, this time the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu are here to die!

"So what?" Lin Fan didn't say anything more, and looked at Mr. Fufeng opposite him with piercing eyes, and squeezed the withered ghost's hand even harder.

Similarly, in Lin Fan's heart, the ghost with a dead hand will definitely die today!It won't work for anyone!
This posture is completely challenging Mr. Fufeng!

The onlookers were secretly startled, and began to discuss in a low voice: "This kid is really not afraid of death!"

"I'm quite courageous, but I don't know if I have the capital to be so arrogant!"

"In my opinion, this kid is not simple, maybe he can really do it!"

"Hehe... You and I have grown up in Fufeng, and I have never seen such a person! If he can succeed, I will go eat Xiang!"

Young Master Fufeng was also gnashing his teeth angrily at this time, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "How dare you look down on me! Go to hell!"

There was a loud bang, and the folding fan in his hand was shattered.

And Lin Fan was still standing there, just watching him quietly, one hand still tightly clasping the head of the withered hand ghost.

The withered ghost was already extremely weak at this time, and he was aggrieved because he couldn't speak a word after being tossed about by Lin Fan for a long time.

The folding fan in Mr. Fufeng's hand is made into several pieces, it looks light and flimsy, without any harm, but it is actually extremely powerful!