The voices of the people who were being ridiculed suddenly stopped, each of them stared with big eyes, and all their jaws fell to the ground.
The crisp sound was still floating back and forth in the huge restaurant.
Everyone looked at the dried plums lying motionless on the ground like dead pigs, and couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of water.
"who is he?"
"That's right! I slapped the plum to stun! This is incredible. My God, how strong is his power?"
"Could it be... Huaxia is going to have another Bruce Lee?"
"My God, Huaxia Wushu, is it going to rise again?"
Ling Fei didn't care about the shock of these people. He kicked and kicked the plum to the trash can.
The poor plum was just dumped next to the trash can, and no one dared to go forward and rescue him, he was like a pile of poor trash.
Mu Qingcheng smiled.
"It's not like you. Normally you kill the opponent decisively. Instead of killing him today, you deliberately humiliated him."
Ling Fei gave her an angry glance.
"Who made you deliberately angry with me? Besides, he will die sooner or later."
Ling Fei now understands the IQs of these idiots. At the beginning, Ling Fei taught them a little lesson. They will never stop here. Later, they will definitely come to trouble again. At that time, it will not be too late for Ling Fei to kill him again. .
Now, just humiliate him and let him act like that. Still want to chase your own woman? Look for a face slap!
Before the food came, a few beautiful-looking girls from Country M walked to Ling Fei's side.
"Hello, handsome guy, can we take a picture with you?"
Ling Fei didn't even glance at them.
"No."
It's ridiculous that some rouge and vulgar fans want to take a photo with him.
"Oh fine."
A few girls left with regrets, and there were still some girls who wanted to step forward and couldn't help but stay away.
Mu Qingcheng opposite Ling Fei was a little proud.
Fortunately, Ling Fei didn't take a photo with these girls in front of her, otherwise, she might be jealous.
Ling Fei saw her little expression, his face was even more speechless.
After a simple dinner, Mu Qingcheng's little belly ate a lot, supplemented a lot of protein, and injected vitality into the baby's growth.
As for the plum, um...until Ling Fei had finished eating, no one would help to pull him up. It seemed that the popularity of this product was not very good.
At twelve o'clock in the morning, the entire social circle of country M had been maxed out.
A generation of boxing champions, future boxing superstars, in the past ten years, the most potential and dominant boxer-Mei Gan, was beaten? Slap KO? Unable to fight back? The other party is still a Chinese?
Knowing this, these people can no longer calm down.
The whole world of boxing in Country M was shocked to the extreme.
You know, in recent decades, the fighters of country M have dominated almost all the powerful gold belts in the world.
It can be said that this is almost the national martial art of country M, but now, Mei Gan, the most iconic new star in the boxing world of country M, has been beaten, and he is still a Chinese person who is quite despised by people of country M! At this moment, the countrymen M didn't dare, and they clamored one by one, trying to find Ling Fei and then hack him to death.
What's more, look for Ling Fei to try boxing and get back the dignity that belongs to the M country boxing world!
Ling Fei didn't know anything about these people, because he was sleeping with his wife in his arms.
Mu Qingcheng's current physique is very special. Even if Ling Fei hugs her, she will slowly absorb the aura released from Ling Fei. Perhaps this is the characteristic of the Nuwa clan, after all, she is the legendary mother of the earth.
Anyway, it was her own wife, and Ling Fei was full of innocence, so she let her suck enough.
In the early morning of the next day, Ling Fei got up and arranged a nice breakfast for Mu Qingcheng, and then left to look for Mick Foley.
This guy is really as cunning as the FBI director said.
Obviously a billionaire, but he lives in a slum, he is obviously under the blood of a blood family, but he still lives in a monastery. No one would have thought that he would be here.
When Ling Fei arrived, the gate of the monastery had just been opened, and there were all nuns inside. Ling Fei could see from their mental fluctuations that these nuns had been controlled by others and were in a psychedelic state.
When Ling Fei walked in, these nuns smiled and welcomed him, but whenever Ling Fei walked over, behind the nuns' eyes, there was a frightening gleam in the eyes of the nuns.
When Ling Fei came to the church in the monastery, the sculptures he enshrined looked very funny.
From the front, there is nothing, but on the back, there is a vampire printed on it, which is really ridiculous.
Everyone who comes here to pray may not think that the god he has always believed in is actually the devil, right?
This should also be a disguised change of faith, which can increase the power of faith for a certain expert in the blood clan.
After Ling Fei came in, a fat, bearded bishop with a gentle smile on his face slowly came to him.
"Dear young man, what is your confusion? Maybe, I can answer your doubts."
Ling Fei glanced at him, this guy was kind on the surface, but there was a bloodthirsty desire hidden in his eyes.
He said lightly:
"I want to know, how does hell go?"
The beard was startled, obviously he didn't expect Ling Fei to say that. He barely squeezed a smile and said:
"Young man, what can't you think of? If you have any sadness and confusion, you should pray to the Lord and ask for the Lord's blessing."
Ling Fei lifted Erlang's legs, his long legs were straight, and he looked handsome like a peerless brother.
"Don't fart with me, what to pretend? You know where I am talking about hell. Tell me, where is the entrance to the blood clan base camp?"
There was a flash of blood in the bearded eyes, but he was still pretending to be.
"Sir, what are you talking nonsense? Is it because you are being harassed by the devil? Becoming nonsense."
Ling Fei rubbed his neck.
"It seems that communicating with you won't work. In that case, I have to make you suffer."
After Ling Fei finished speaking, he slapped him and slapped the beard directly under the chair, and then kicked him on his stomach.
"Woo~!"
The tears of the beard's pain came out.
"Do you know now? Do you still talk nonsense to me? Did you say it yourself, or did I open your head and dig out your brain to see the memory inside?"
Ling Fei stepped on the bearded face, and the shoes were so tight that he couldn't even move, and he kept screaming.