"Don't be arrogant without this ability. The little brother you brought with me is not enough for me to practice. I didn't want to do it. You are too bullying others, so don't underestimate women!"

Leng Yan threw away the steel pipe in her hand and kicked the watermelon head boy. Don’t stand in front of me, you’ll be annoyed when you look at you.

The watermelon head boy breathed a sigh of relief. Leng Yan had thrown away the steel pipe and was safe now. He stepped aside and was about to leave.

"Stop, did I tell you to leave?"

The watermelon-headed boy had the urge to hit the wall. This woman really couldn't mess with her. She didn't say she was annoyed when she saw her, so she would just leave quickly and not appear in front of her.

"If you have any advice, I must follow the instructions."

The watermelon-headed boy bent over and lowered his head, looking like a humble servant listening to his master's words.

"You just said you wanted that guy to slap himself in the face. The first one is that you can't achieve, but you still have hope for the second one!"

Leng Yan nodded to Sima Chaofeng. She already understood that Sima Chaofeng didn't take action because she wanted to see how good she was, and she also wanted to see how good she was, but she failed this time.

Sima Chaofeng then walked to the watermelon head boy.

"Brother, what did you say just now? Oh, by the way, you seem to say you want someone to slap yourself, right?" Sima Chaofeng had a playful smile on his face, and his eyes looked at the watermelon-headed boy, as if he was looking at it.

A lamb to be slaughtered.

"I dare not, brother, how dare I, brother? I am offended everyone without knowing Taishan. I also asked all the beauties and this elder brother to let me go. This time, I will never dare to do it again."

Sima Chaofeng knew that the watermelon head boy was just forced to please them in words because of the situation. Maybe he would organize the next revenge operation when he let him go. So he would give him more memory this time and ask him to continue in the future.

Dare to bully others because they rely on the many people.

"The idea of ​​slapping yourself in the face is very good. We all want to see. These are all beauties. It is impossible to slap yourself in the face. Their faces are their capital and cannot be ruined.

As for myself, I feel that I am quite handsome, so it is better to keep my face neat. In order to satisfy everyone's curiosity, I will try to show it and see what it would be like to slap yourself a hundred times in the face.

situation."

The smile on Sima Chaofeng's face became a little evil, and he used the method he thought of by the watermelon-headed boy to cure himself and felt a sarcastic smell inside.

"Brother, don't interfere! Can I lose money? How much do you want? I'll make a price. As long as I can afford it, I will never dare to say anything!"

The girl's face was slapped by the security guards of this mall more than an hour ago. It's still swollen now. If she slapped herself a hundred times in the face, can she still have this face?

There may be people who are scrapped, and their facial muscles may be sucked to death. Spending some money is more comfortable than being beaten.

"We don't want money, why do you want your money? You don't owe us money. If you really think you owe us money, it's also a loss for us!"

The watermelon head boy is about to cry. Who are these people? Does the IQs of this group have abnormalities? Why don’t you even want to pay?

Then, Sima Chaofeng said later to unravel the doubts in the heart of the watermelon boy. "Have you heard that the grandson who lends money to others these days is the grandson, and the grandson who owe money is the old man. If you really think you should pay us money

, Then we become grandsons and you become grandsons. Do you think we are willing to be grandsons?"

The watermelon-headed boy was sad. This man was too difficult to serve. He didn't want to ask for money. He really had a bad life!

"Hurry, slap yourself in the face, you need to have a rhythm. We need to hear the crisp sounds you make when you slap your face. If you don't sound, you have to do it again!"

Leng Yan chuckled slightly. She didn't know how to teach this ungrateful watermelon boy. Sima Chaofeng is an expert in pranking people, so it's nothing wrong to attract him.

The watermelon-headed boy who was forced to helplessly began to slap himself in the face. The first time he was the pain on his face, which had not yet subsided. I really don’t know what it would be like if he slaps his face a hundred times.

"It's not loud enough, now you still need to slap a hundred and two blows to complete the task!"

Sima Chaofeng kicked the boy from Xigua-headed. The latter's legs became weak and fell to the ground. He did not dare to slack off at all. He quickly got up and then abused himself.

Why bother? The watermelon-headed boy who suffered losses and refused to give up today has the desire to die. After suffering losses, he endured it and passed. Why did he have to get it back? It's better now, the loss is even greater

.

I already know that I can't escape, so I might as well grit my teeth and stick to it. I would slap two more without a sound of a slap. I should just abuse myself honestly and let Sima Chaofeng and other evil stars leave quickly. Maybe he will come later.

The son changed his hexagram and came up with a more cruel way to repair himself.

Pa, pa, pa...

The watermelon head boy is completely honest now, and he can hear a crisp sound whenever he slapped his face.

"Well, it's right, the current pass rate is 100%. Keep it going, and the foot is 102 times."

Every time the watermelon head boy slapped himself, it was an unbearable pain. However, in order not to let Sima Chaofeng continue to torture him, he made up his mind to continue slapping him. He couldn't even lift his head and was still slapped. He could still remember it clearly at the beginning.

I slapped myself so many times, and then I was confused by myself. I only knew that I kept slapped myself in the face, but I didn’t know how many times I slapped me.

"Yes, that's it, keep going. We're leaving. We must be honest in being a human being. We must fan enough to stop!"

Sima Chaofeng pointed at Jin Yinhui's car with his finger and signaled several people to get in.

The watermelon head boy was secretly happy. The plague god was finally leaving and he was about to end this painful moment. However, he was not stupid. When Sima Chaofeng could still see him, he slapped himself in the face.

He had to continue, so he was still lowering his head and beating his face that was already swollen like a steamed bun.

The roar of the car's engine sounded, getting farther and farther away.

The watermelon head boy felt that Sima Chaofeng had been away and that he was no longer within his sight, so he stopped.

As soon as Xigua stopped, her stomach was kicked again. She raised her head and Sima Chaofeng was standing in front of her.

"You...are you gone? Why are you still here?"

Xigua Tou really wants to die at this moment. Sima Chaofeng, the plague god, is so terrible.

"If I leave, don't you continue to slap? Didn't you tell you to be honest in life? I forgot so quickly and continue!"

The extremely helpless boy, the watermelon-headed boy, began to lower his head and slap his face again. This time he heard the sound of the car roaring, but he still didn't dare to look up, but he slapped himself vigorously. He was afraid that Sima Chaofeng would kill him and shoot him back, although

Sima Chaofeng really left this time.
Chapter completed!