Speaking of this, I have to talk about a few more gossips.

Look, Chen Feng's mentality is about to collapse.

He also began to stop being a human being.

He ignores the lives of innocent people and is indulging the perpetrators.

Yes, there must be innocent people above the birthday party.

But what does this matter?

Chen Feng is not a saint.

He had no way of knowing who was guilty or not.

What's more, what can I do if I know it.

oh.

The man was guilty of death and was killed by Chen Feng.

The man was innocent and died. Chen Feng went to tell him, "Run, if you don't run away, you will die?"

Just eat salty radish and worry about it.

In this world, everyone has a scale in their hearts. This mood is understandable, but how many people can take action.

It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married. Death happens every day. Maybe when you walk, a piece of bird poop drips down and smashes a big hole in the mouth of the bowl. Who are you going to ask for advice?

What Chen Feng can do is to manage himself well.

Do not do evil or act recklessly. If you don’t endanger the safety of yourself and your family and friends, you can help if you can. If you can, just send it to the public.

Yan Mubai hasn't found it yet.

I encountered this dirty thing in the Hong family.

With all his plans, Chen Feng has only been in this world for more than a month.

From Qian Xiaoshu's life, he went through many life experiences, then went to the evil market cannibalism, then to the Changsheng Gambling House, the family of the ghost man Yazihou Xin, followed by the sword furnace, to the two brothers of the Sang family, to the transport envoy of the Sangma warehouse, and then the secret of the Sangshu Village.

These one by one.

The evil nature of human nature really makes Chen Feng disgusted.

The same thing is said, "This Dashun Dynasty is not worth it."

Perhaps other soul masters do not have this helplessness.

Only when you are born in the Beidou Department and have Chen Feng who can get free life can you realize the evil nature of human nature.

The soul that died of death belongs to the Nandou Department.

The souls that can enter the Beidou Department are all arrested by the Soul-Suppressing Envoy.

If the soul-suppressing envoy takes action, it must be determined that the soul is not restrained and that it will cause trouble in the world.

This kind of soul is probably a model of resentment in the heart, and it is a singular example of dying in vain.

Therefore, the life Chen Feng came into contact with was most likely the "unproportionate" people.

This creates a disgusting phenomenon.

It seems that Chen Feng can call himself a soul, there is no good person.

It’s not that there are no good people.

But because of the special nature of the Soul-Suppressing Department, those souls are mostly not good people.

The soul of a good person after his death is not a resentment and does not make trouble in the world, it is not the turn of the soul to "suppress".

so.

It is understandable that Chen Feng's mood changes.

It's just in his opinion.

There is no good person in Hong Mansion.

Hong Peiyuan has been looking for a child boy and a girl who has limited birth dates for 20 years.

If you draw your soul, you will not be able to reincarnate after death.

You said no one in the Hong Mansion knew about this? Go and lie.

Since you choose to be blind, then you can be blind all your life.

If you encounter someone who does evil and does not speak out, when you do evil and you are on your own, no one will speak out for you.

Chen Feng hung from afar behind the silkworm treasure.

Watching it insert thin threads into the body of the Hongfu people one by one, sucking the essence and yang energy, my mood was so calm.

...

There has been no food delivery in the front yard for a long time.

The dishes on the table were empty one after another.

The table of Glazed Glass.

A woman with fluttering silver hair is competing with a fat guy for the last chicken leg on the plate.

"My." The chubby hands were greasy, and they threw away the chopsticks and started to use them directly.

"My." The chopsticks flew, and they picked up the chicken legs and put them down, and they avoided their chubby hands every time.

The little fat man stood directly on the chair, grabbed the plate with both hands and dragged it back.

Liuli pressed the table, flew his fingers and pulled the tablecloth directly.

The dish plate on the table almost landed.

Fortunately, Liuli was quick-witted and kicked and grabbed some empty plates and placed them on the table.

Taking advantage of this gap, the fat man laughed loudly, gave up the plate and held the chicken legs in the plate in his mouth.

The little fat man went to the dining table with the force of the glass cloth, and nipped the chicken legs in his mouth with his mouth while kneeling.

Several children at the same table, holding up their chopsticks and watching the two of them fighting for food, were a little embarrassed.

From the start of the banquet to the present, these two people have used all their means to fight wits and courage, from the ownership of a plate of peanuts to the grabbing of the last chicken leg.

Children have never seen anyone who can do so many tricks to eat.

With this dazzling counter-attack, the children finally understood the meaning of the word foodie, and they were a little too stupid to use their brains. They racked their brains to fight for one bite?

Fatun and the others knew each other, so it was right to be able to eat, but they had never seen him eat so much today.

Why is the silver-haired sister opposite who is comparable to him?

I didn't see him eating, why did I compete with Fatun for food?

I didn't eat much Liuli.

But she packed it.

She remembered Chen Feng's words and thought it was for consumption in the restaurant. She ate less money for gifts, but if she didn't want it back, she not only had to eat more, but also get more, and was the duty of a housekeeper.

It is easy for my pig to make money. Hum, it's still worth the night. How hard it is, who will be the leader if I don't take the lead... Liuli thought so, and looked at Fatty Dun, so he was very dissatisfied. Why is this child so ignorant? Your adults didn't teach you not to steal things from beautiful sisters. Hum, I don't bully the child, otherwise, I will be a foodie and I will be afraid of myself.

Liuli muttered for a while and thought to herself that the dishes here are not delicious at all, not as delicious as cooked by herself. Why are so many people who like to eat mats? Yan Wenji still misses her. Whenever she mentions this, she will be full of saliva and speaks in a bad way.

The little fat man was grunting, gnawing and pulling, and a chicken leg was left with bones before he could last for three breaths.

He held the chicken bones clean without any shredded pork and raised his chin provocatively at Liuli, and did not forget to lick the oil on his mouth with his tongue.

That gloomy and proud face really requires a lot of beating and a lot of beating.

"I have so many more." Liuli lifted the packed cloth bag and held the cloth bag to cushion, his eyes full of pride.

The little fat man, who had eaten all his stomach, suddenly felt that the chicken was full of food was no longer fragrant. How could this sister do this? She looks so beautiful.

The little fat man's eyes finally moved away from the cloth bag in Liuli's hand.

He pretended to behave, looked around, and asked himself to make up, "Why haven't this serving dish come yet? The table is empty."

The other tables were also starting to knock on the dishes and chopsticks, shouting and urging the dishes, and some even got up and walked towards the kitchen.

The man had just walked past the yard gate, moved in half a step, and then stumbled back.

He looked like he saw a ghost, pointed to the direction of the courtyard gate, and was trembling for a long time and couldn't speak.

Before someone else could ask what was going on, he saw several red-colored silk threads shot into the yard from outside the yard and connected to the person who was about to go to the kitchen to urge vegetables.

The man was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye before he even had time to shout.

In a few moments, the man became a dry and dry firewood that had not yet died.

Noisy front yard, brief astonishment and peace.

Then there was a deafening scream and panic scream.

Panic is contagious.
To be continued...