"Good idea, but I refuse!"
When ye Ziheng finished, his face suddenly became serious.
This rabbit is from them. Since these people want to eat it, they can fight by themselves and whore them for nothing. What are they thinking about? How can it be possible.
Even if these rabbits are not good things, ye Ziheng can hit many if he wants to, but even so, he will not let these things fall into the hands of people like them who have nothing to do all day long.
The boy at the head suddenly felt as if he had been slapped severely on his face, which was very dull.
"Friend, are you sure you're ready? If you don't even give us this, we'll feel like we're being looked down upon. "
"No, no, no, I haven't looked up to you since the beginning."
Ye Ziheng is very straightforward.
When the first boy heard this, he was furious. He pointed the tip of his dagger at ye Ziheng and shouted loudly.
"Motherfucker! You really don't want to live, son! "
The dagger in the boy's hand is straight at ye Ziheng. His eyes are red with anger. His body can't help shaking again. But this time, it's not because of fear, but because of anger.
He may want to frighten ye Ziheng at this moment, but ye Ziheng can't be frightened by him. Instead, the group next to him is shocked by him.
The body suddenly shakes. I almost didn't scare the dagger when I bought it.
Ye Ziheng looked at the angry boy, but he was still smiling, not arrogant, smiling and his mother said.
"Give you a kind reminder. No matter how angry you are, don't show it. It won't do anything, and it will make your enemies laugh."
When the boy heard this, he felt more angry, because what he heard from this was that his anger was just a joke in ye Ziheng's eyes.
"You're fucking dying!"
The boy roared loudly, then he drank angrily, holding the dagger in his hand and killing ye Ziheng.
But at his side, the guys who were his brothers and sisters before saw this scene, but they were directly scared to be silly. They stood still and looked at the man who rushed out and ye Ziheng in front of him. They didn't know what to do.
Ye Ziheng looked at the boy who rushed to him, but he still smiled with no panic.
Then he saw ye Ziheng lift his left foot violently and kick it towards the disciple's right hand. Then he saw ye Ziheng kick the tip of his foot to the boy's wrist. The boy only felt a sharp pain on his wrist, just like the bone of his hand was cracked directly by someone, and the dagger just came out of his hand.
At the moment when the dagger fell down, ye Ziheng immediately reached out his hand, put the dagger into his hand, and then rushed to the boy's face with a stab step. The tip of the dagger reached his neck and shin in the next second. It was tightly attached to the skin. As long as he moved a little forward, he could directly open his throat.
"Do you want to play?"
Ye Ziheng looks at the boy with a smile. The dagger in his hand shakes twice from time to time, as if it would pierce the boy's throat accidentally.
Boys, however, were too scared to move.