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Legend of Fei Chapter 3: bet

Zhou Fei kicked on the door, even the door shaft and the door together to finish the hand together, a loud noise, dust.

Li Sheng was practicing the sword in the courtyard. He turned around when he heard the noise. He was not surprised when he saw the debt flying at the door. After a slight movement, he slowly returned the sword to the sheath, and asked: "A Fei, What are you doing?"

Zhou Fei has never seen what a hypocrite in the world looks like, but with his barren imagination, the image of Li Sheng appears in his mind. Just looking at his face, Zhou Fei's chest burst into anger.

In fact, she was quite clever, but she never intended to use much tongue when she was going to do it. The narrow-backed knife hit in the palm of her hand. She didn't even greet her, so she cut it directly at Li Sheng.

Li Sheng had prepared for her shot early, and now Hengjian carried her slashing sword, and felt his wrists stunned hard. He didn't dare to carelessly, neither of them had a sheath, and he had gone seven or eight in a blink of an eye. The trick, and then Zhou Feiyi stepped forward, and the narrow-backed knife swept over the waist. Li Sheng's pupils shrank-she actually used a long knife as a spear, which also made a trick "hit Nanshan".

This "thousands of bells ringing, Wanshan roaring" was originally a master's demeanor, but the disciples were not skillful enough, and they always seemed a bit cumbersome, so it was only when the martial arts were exposed lightly by Li Sheng. I wonder if it was Zhou Feiyi For the sake of the lance on behalf of the spear, this move came to her, and inexplicably added a sense of anger that cut down the Cangshan Mountain.

The long knife contained in the sheath came under the strong wind, and Li Sheng was a little afraid in a moment, stunned that he did not dare to reapply.

Just when he dared to carry it hard, a scream suddenly came from the door: "Stop!"

Then, an object smashed across the sky.

The narrow-backed knife stopped in midair, Zhou Fei gently picked up with the tip of the knife, and then hung the thing-it was a pouch for a little girl, embroidered on the brocade with a few calm kingfishers, purse castration too Suddenly, a few pieces of osmanthus sugar were dropped.

Li Sheng came back to God, the fear at that moment had not disappeared, his heart was still beating wildly, but the indescribable embarrassment had risen. He reached out and pinched the purse hung on the tip of Zhou Fei's knife, and returned it to his arms. He said angrily, "What are you doing?"

A little girl in a pink dress ran between them in three steps and two steps, shouting: "Don't fight!"

The girl's name is Li Yan. She is Li Sheng's sister. She is two years younger than the two of them. She has a small goose egg face and big eyes. She is very smart, but unfortunately Jin Yu's appearance and failure are small things. Fang Ling's eleven-year-old's brain grew only broad bean, and it contained two insights—A Fei was right, what A Fei likes and what I like...except practice.

Both Zhou Fei and Li Sheng have nothing to say to her, and they are too lazy to take her to play, but helplessly, Miss Li Er is born and passionate. She worships her cousin on the left and cares about her brother on the right. She was inseparable in killing most of the children's time.

Zhou Fei's face sank like a waterway: "Go on one side."

Li Yan blasted her arms apart, cried her face in front of Zhou Fei, and said quietly, "Sister A Fei, look at my face, don't you do it with my brother?"

Zhou Fei said angrily: "How much is your face worth? Go away!"

Li Sheng's eyes were gloomy and he said in a word: "Li Yan, it's none of your business."