"Be honest."

"If you want your son to die, just do it!"

Zheng Biao waved his hand and used a steel knife, scolding Sheng Dayang, which scared Sheng Xiaotian to tremble all over.

"The villain dares not."

"The villain dares not."

Shan Dayang quickly smiled, but his face was full of stiffness.

"I'm not convinced?"

When Zheng Biao saw Sheng Dayang's smile and was so angry that he raised his back and smashed Sheng Dayang's injured leg.

hiss!

Shan Dayang was smashed and staggered, kneeling to the ground, feeling ache, and his heart was even more hatred.

"Get up!"

"Don't forget the ink!"

Zheng Biao shouted loudly again.

He has such experience in dealing with people like Shan Dayang.

These people had no ability at first, but suddenly got the "special technique". They all thought they were so great that they were, and they wished they were even higher than the sky.

Deal with such people.

It is to seize the lifeline.

Then he tortures and insults him hard, breaks his backbone and destroys his heart, and he can help him at will not dare to stab him in the future.

"father."

Sheng Xiaotian struggled to support his father, raised his timid little face and stared at Zheng Biao with fear and hatred.

"Hey!"

"This kid is much more backbone than your father."

Zheng Biao laughed, shook his hand and slapped Sheng Xiaotian in the face, slapped the nine-year-old child in the same place, his eyes falling to the ground.

The other five people present at Feiying Hall all looked at Zheng Biao and taught the father and son a lesson.

The more honest the father and son are.

The more stable they are along the way.

"I dare not."

"I dare not."

With punches and kicks, threats and intimidation, Sheng Dayang hugged Sheng Xiaotian and begged for mercy, and Zheng Biao stopped.

The group continued to rush.

Sheng Xiaotian's face was swollen and burning, and it hurts sharply. The shackles on his feet made a clattering sound when he walked, not only heavy, but also worn his ankles, making his face wrinkled into a ball.

I can only use the "Immortal Art" to push the blood in my body and heat it up, which makes it much better.

A pair of small eyes stared quietly at Zheng Biao in front of him.

I thought it would be great if a big stone fell from the sky now and smashed this vicious guy to death.

But he knows.

"How can stones fall from the sky?"

Sheng Xiaotian was a little discouraged.

Instead, I thought that when I grew up, I must fight back to avenge my father and grandma.

Thinking of this.

I thought of grandma again.

"Grandma is dead."

"It's all caused by them."

Sheng Xiaotian had a flame hidden in his heart. He went around and hoped that there would be stones in the sky to kill this man.

Because he can't wait to grow up.

Stone.

Kill to death.

Thoughts repeat in my mind.
Chapter completed!