Lou Zhenbin's stick hit Lin Fei's head, fast and powerful. Bai Wushuang wants to stop Lou Zhenbin, but it's too late“ No Han XiuXiu looks pale with fright. Flower Kant mouth can't help but slightly upturned, the bottom of my heart happy bad. Around, some timid people have covered their eyes. They don't want to see Lin Fei's head broken by Lou Zhenbin's stick. You can imagine that with your toes. It must be blood and brain. Just think about this picture, some people are scared to sweat. Bang! Lou Zhenbin's stick hit Lin Fei's head“ Great, Lin Fei. After you become a dead person or cerebral palsy, can you compete with me for Han XiuXiu? " Flower Kant excited could not help muttering. This, he said very low voice, for fear that Bai Wushuang heard. Bai Wushuang, he dare not offend. At this moment, in Hua Kant's mind, Lin Fei's head has been fantasized. Lin Fei's miserable appearance was unbearable. However, the more Hua Kant fancied Lin Fei's miserable appearance, the more happy he was. He wanted to hold the trumpet and yell: "well, well, well, well." The next second, however, the smug smile on Hua Kant's face froze. Around, those who think they are upper class people, they all stare at Lin Fei's head and Lou Zhenbin's stick. Han XiuXiu's eyes are crescent shaped with a smile. Only, Bai Wushuang is just like that. Why? That's because, under everyone's eyes. Lin Fei's head is nothing, not even a hair on his head. Lou Zhenbin's stick is broken“ How could that be? " Lou Zhenbin's eyes are staring at the broken stick without blinking. The stick he used and the materials he made are very clear. It was made of pear blossom wood. So far, the stick he used has not been broken. Last time, he hit the steel bar with a stick, and the stick didn't break. However, he hit Lin Fei's head with a stick. The stick broke, and Lin Fei didn't lose a hair on his head. Is Lin Fei's head made of steel? At this moment, Lou Zhenbin's face is a ghost expression“ Lou Zhenbin, Mr. Lin won't kill you. Lou Youcheng will kill you, too. " White matchless hate iron does not become steel of stare floor vibration bin, a word of say. The hatred in his heart. Before, he persuaded Lou Zhenbin many times, however, Lou Zhenbin just didn't listen to the advice and insisted on hitting Lin Fei's head with a stick. This next good, if, Lin Fei wants to look for Lou Zhenbin's trouble. Even if the gods come, they can't save Lou Zhenbin“ You've messed up your hair. " Lin Fei looks at Lou Zhenbin and says helplessly. With that, Lin Fei straightened the hair on his head with his hands. As soon as the words came out, all the people present nearly fainted. At this time, Lin Fei was still in the mood to care about the hairstyle on his head. According to normal thinking, Lin Fei should be most concerned about whether his head is broken“ Lin Fei, you're OK! That's great! " Han XiuXiu excitedly grabs Lin Fei's arm and shakes it vigorously.