God of Fishing

While Kongo kowtowed the watermelon seeds and walked back, he was ready to go home to sleep.

Mumbling in his mouth: "Little fish, don't let me meet you again, or your brother will kill you. ”

“Who are you going to kill? ”

Han Fei appeared, his face was covered with a black cloth, he consciously practiced successfully, he finally did not have to continue to be a scrap material, but attacked back into genius.

Gong was shocked and turned back quickly. He looked at Han Fei like a ghost: “You, you, where did you come from? ”

I saw Gong's hand tremble, hurriedly threw a fireworks signal at the sky, and then nervously held the fine iron stick: “Kid, I advise you to leave, or my people will be here soon. As soon as the eight strong ones arrive, you have nowhere to run. ”

Han Fei: “It's so dark, can you recognize that? ”

Gong really wants to roll his eyes. You think I'm fucking blind? Just because you look like a child, and you show up here, if I don't know who it is, it's a problem.

Gang took a deep breath: “It's unwise to engage with me... oops...”

Just now, Kong saw Han Fei jump up and the purple bamboo stick split up. This didn't give him time to react at all.

Brother Gang hastily raised the fine iron bar block.

“When…"

Hearing only one loud noise, Kong's obese figure flew straight out, his mouth sprayed with blood, his hands instantly broke, and the fine iron rod was directly bent.

“Ah... Master, forgive me! ”

Brother Kong is scared to pee. This kid across the street is horrible! I almost beat myself the other day, and today I didn't use the power of the demon fish, and just one stick drove me over. At that moment, he felt only one adult iron head fish hit himself, his arms were completely unconscious, five dirty vibrations, he felt like he was going to die, one more stick would definitely die.

At this juncture of life and death, where can it matter so much? It is only right that Kong should ask for forgiveness. Suspended islands are not allowed to fight privately, let alone kill directly.

Han Fei didn't kill him, but pointed to Kong with a purple bamboo stick: “Give me all your money. ”

Gong is obsessed. You're still in the mood for robbery?

Brother Kong: “Ouch... Master, I broke my arm! ”

Han Fei: “I pay for it myself. ”

Han Fei went up for a while and felt a purse containing more than a dozen inferior pearls. And a bag of watermelon seeds, that thing's worthless, a few quid a pound.

Han Fei said harshly: “Poor thing, don't let me see you again next time, or I'll see you beat you once. ”

After Han Fei ran away, he had seen someone running from afar.

After dozens of breaths, someone rushed in, and the nearest one was Gong's little brother.

Little brother: "Gong, what's wrong with you? It doesn't matter. ”

Brother Gang scolded: “Break your hand, don't move... Oops... notify Brother Moving. ”

Brother Gang's heart is palpitating, this damn place is never coming again, it's a dead end. A 12-year-old kid who fucked himself over with a stick? Is he level seven? But even if it's level seven, it's just one of its own! That doesn't make any sense!

About half an hour later, a middle-aged man in black arrived.

When I saw this man in black, Gongo cried: “Move, help, move, I feel broken hands, the internal injuries are serious. Move, brother. ”

Li Mo was not happy when he woke up in the middle of the night, but when he saw Gang like this, he frowned: “What's going on? ”

Brother Gang snotted a tear: “Brother Jiang, the kid you asked us to keep an eye on, that kid is so evil, I don't know where it came from, just one stick to dry me over, Brother Gang, you have to decide for me! ”

Li Xiao Weiweirong, although he also looked down on Li Gang, this guy is also a Class 7 fisherman after all, but in this situation, even the fine iron stick is bent under one stick, this force is at least Class 8 fisherman! And it's not the usual level eight, otherwise a stick wouldn't have hit this fat guy like this. If that kid was so strong, wouldn't he be able to handle each other easily?

Li Jian: “Are you sure it's the kid? ”

Brother Kong: “It's true, it must be the kid. Although the kid is masked, I can still tell the difference between a 12-year-old. ”

Lee frowned and frowned. A 12-year-old Class 8 fisherman, Tianshui Village has such a figure? If so, isn't he a genius?

Li Jiao immediately waved to one of his men: “Go and get Zhang Han, the person in charge of this film, for me. ”

A moment later, Zhang Han arrived and his clothes were not even neat.

Zhang Han was pissed off. I slept well and was called in. If I didn't see you as Tiger Heads, I could throw you off the island in minutes.

When Zhang Han saw Li Moving, he shouted respectfully: "Brother Moving, what happened when you called me up so late? ”

After Zhang Han looked at Gang, he was surprised: "Heh! Kuniko, how did you get caught? ”

Brother Gang has been walking around the area before, relying on the Tiger Head Gang like this against the mountain, he has not usually given Zhang Han any face. Now Zhang Han is obviously flirting with himself. He is very upset and lazy to talk.

Li Jian: “Who exactly lives in that household? Heard it was a 12-year-old? What strength, what background? ”

As soon as Zhang Han looked at Li Jian referring to Han Fei's house, he suddenly laughed: “Brother Jiang, look at that shitty house, what background can you have! There is only one piece of junk called Han Fei, but the strength of the second-tier fishermen. ”

Zhang Han smiled. The kid was a piece of junk, but his brother was amazing! His brother's been taken as an angel's apprentice, and I can't even come looking for him, okay? And when I heard that Han Fei had died at sea, there was no reason for him to come.

Li moved to look at Zhang Han's face casually and couldn't help but grunt: “Zhang Han, are the faces of the Tiger Heads gang worthless? Who are you messing with? ”

Zhang Han arched his hand: “No way! Zhang Han is always in awe of the Tiger Head Gang! Just don't mess with the family. You can't mess with the Tiger Clan. Han Fei is a loser, but his brother is an angel's disciple, you know? ”

“Angel? ”

Li Momentum's color changed dramatically, and the angel's identity was what it was. It came from the existence of the city. He said that if one hand could destroy the Tiger Head Gang, he would never use two.

Zhang Hanle had to see Li eat, but his face still smiled: “Brother Jiang, Han Fei that boy can never hurt Kong Zi, but Tang Jing, Jiu Zi, 12-year-old level 7 fisherman, may now be level 8, Kong Zi can now live thank God. If he really did it, Gongzi was beaten to death by a stick, who would dare go to angel trouble? ”

Zhang Han complained of his wits. This was definitely done by Tang Guo. Only Tang Guo had the ability to crush this fat man with a stick.

Li took a deep breath and realized that he was in a lot of trouble. He seemed to be in a lot of trouble. Tang Gong's name is now unknown to all of Tianshui Village, no one knows, offended Tang Gong, that is offended Angel, almost looking for death.

Gong was scared too, Tang? Tango lives in this shithole?

This time he really pissed, the whole person is shaking, it's over, he's absolutely finished this time, isn't that mask not the old kid, but his brother? But it's not right! I've seen this kid before.

Overnight, the entire Tiger Head Gang mobilized, and Kong was hanged in front of the Tiger Head Gang headquarters as a sign of gratitude. The Tiger Head gang leader, Li, begged Grandpa and Grandma to turn to an angel for forgiveness and even found the village chief's house. It's just that the mayor refused without thinking about it. You're fucking with the angel. What the fuck?

In the meantime, the Royal Family did not have much happiness, and many people felt that the Tiger Head gang was finished this time. Including Li Jun himself, he even let his men protect Li Hu to take refuge at sea. And he can't go on his own. If he leaves, if he really comes to the entertainer and asks about the crime, the Tiger Head Gang will be completely destroyed.

But actually, Angel Fang Ze didn't even know about it, and Tang didn't even know about it. The protagonist of the story is squatting in front of the street stall in front of the school, eating shrimp dumplings, whilst eating it and mumbling. It's really bad.

In the morning, the school doorway started to get lively, and there were more people at the stall, and students were rushing to class.

“Ah, Han Fei? ”

All of a sudden a voice sounded, very happy.

Han Fei, look up. He Xiaoyu?