Chapter 962

"Give you one last chance. If you don't tell me what wuzifeng is, you won't want this finger!" When Wang Qiang, who was paralyzed and bleeding, was pressed on the desk, Ning Jiaoyun's patience seemed to reach the limit.

A group of mud that couldn't be pasted on the wall didn't want to be beaten like this. They still clenched their teeth and didn't say anything. She would rather Jiaoyun than believe it. A group of people will die without opening their mouth. Wu Zifeng, it's Wu Zifeng again!

Everything has been going well in Fuzong. Why has her life been in a mess since the moment she met Wu Zifeng. Why! Why should old Mu be so kind to a boy she has never met? You know, she has been in the punishment hall for three years. Whenever anything happens to Fuzong, he always reacts at the first time and bears the criticism and abuse of everyone.

Isn't all this imitating Mu's old appearance and coming step by step? Why? Why? Why?

Wang Qiang's whole face was beyond recognition. His heavy eyelids were drooping and swollen. Qiang opened a gap. Looking at Ning Jiaoyun who was crazy at the moment, a gap opened in the corner of his mouth. The vague laughter of "hahaha" was so harsh that it rang in the silent hall

Not far away was a line of eight people with their heads bowed and their whole bodies stained with blood. He twitched and laughed, "ha ha ha"

This is a very strange phenomenon. Maybe in other people's eyes, they are a group of small people who can't be any smaller. They live in the lower level of the Fuzong and stay in the dining hall. They don't even have a formal Fuyi. Simple life, reckless playfulness, working with them, trying to please everyone around, every Fuzong girl.

However, in the face of such terrible torture, there is a tacit understanding that what they did, which were originally greedy for life and afraid of death and had no profit, made others ashamed.

What about those who boast of integrity and generosity? Well dressed, what kind of mind is wrapped. If one day the crisis really comes, how many people can really do this in front of us? Still none.

This is their pride, the pride of small people, and others will not understand. Zifeng doesn't know what changes he brought when he broke into their lives by chance.

Change does not need to be obvious or vigorous, but slowly infect some people's hearts in a subtle way. This is enough!

Just like Zifeng's words, their originally narrow life was like clearing away the clouds and seeing the blue sky in an instant. For three years, they have been trying to do something all the time. They think they are right, but as a result, no Fuzong girl is willing to pay attention to them, say they are ignorant and harass people everywhere

However, after a few days, Zifeng naturally exuded charm, which not only convinced them, but even attracted the girls of Fuzong. The dining hall is no longer the place everyone keeps away from. Today, they even talk and laugh with a group of girls

The laughter full of blood, in the bright color, without their efforts, splashed out for a moment at the moment!

The eyes of the people around holding long whips and sticks were so cold that they were not sure whether they could beat the whip and stick when Huining Jiaoyun asked them to do it again!

"I make you laugh, laugh! Come on, chop off his fingers! " Ning Jiaoyun's face was gloomy. The scene in front of her was not what she wanted to see, but what they forced. They forced it all, so she came to the present step by step.

She just wants them to take a soft, take a soft! Why is it so difficult? Is she Ning Jiaoyun, the deacon of Fu Zong generation, not worth a Wu Zifeng who has just come to Fu Zong for a few days?

"Deacon. How's it going? If he really cut off his fingers, he would never draw symbols again and could not do anything. "The young man pointed by Ning Jiaoyun was flustered, dodged behind and responded timidly.

When things got to this point, they had already exceeded their expectations. A man with a clear eye can understand it at a glance. It is obvious that Ning Jiaoyun is setting up a private court and abusing lynching! If the temple Lord is tracked down, they can't afford to go.

One dodged, rushed directly to the young man just now, grabbed the sharp cold knife from his hand, "you don't dare, I'll come. If the hall Lord blames me, I'll bear it by Ning Jiaoyun alone!"

Roaring and holding a long knife, he walked towards Wang Qiang who was dying on the ground

"If you want to kill me, come to me, Ning Jiaoyun, you smelly woman. What shit is it? You dare not conflict with the boss and stab him in the back. Ning Jiaoyun, do you fucking hear me!" Because Lu Bai was wide and fat, his injury seemed to be the lightest of several people, shouting at Ning Jiaoyun, who was livid

"Cough, have the ability, have the ability, Grandpa, I'll accompany you"

"Damn it, my brothers will not let you go! The boss will kill you and avenge us! "

Hearing the sound, Ning Jiaoyun's footsteps stopped there and nailed the long knife to the ground, "kill me? Revenge? Ha ha, you are so naive. This is the Fuzong, not the place where his wuzifeng can go wild! "

"Don't they all want to die? Well, well, I'll help you today, let your brothers love deeply, and let you all meet in the underworld! " Then he took an arrow step and raised his long knife. He was about to chop it down

With a loud bang, the boy who had just been knocked to the ground by the Zifeng exploded in the penalty hall.

"What's going on? Go out and have a look! " With a slight frown, the heart suddenly panicked inexplicably, and then the people in the room rushed out one after another.

However, there was a loud roar, and one by one burst of air symbols exploded in the air, mixed with shouts, gasps, whines, cries for help, and so on!

For half a column of incense, the noisy outside suddenly became quiet. It's just that this quiet place is mixed with inexplicable murderous spirit.

Just when Ning Jiaoyun was in a restless mood and wanted to go outside to investigate, the closed door burst open.

A green shirt broke into the line of sight. In the pure eyes, there was a real killing intention!