The man in white had been secretly following him, watching as Deacon Fang's eyes were as bright as lightning as he picked out the Demon Cult monsters one by one from the crowd that didn't seem to have anything unusual.

Not a single one was wrong.

Moreover, the black smoke that rose up after the death of the owner of the Five Spirit Gu further confirmed this point.

He kept watching Deacon Fang walk into the guard hall with an injured figure and an upright posture.

Then he finally sighed.

"It's really..."

What it really was, he didn't say.

Instead, the figure disappeared directly.

…

Fang Che entered the deacon's hall.

Tang Zheng had no time to rest, so he went to record his achievements out of breath.

Today he was almost exhausted, but he didn't complain at all.

On the contrary, the spirit is very uplifting.

Fang Che sat down in his seat silently, his face cold and out of place.

Like a piece of ice that refuses to melt.

The cold breath spread freely, making the people around him unable to help but dare not speak loudly.

Not far behind him, behind Jing Xiuyun's desk, Hong Erzi couldn't help but said, "Deacon Fang has gained a lot today."

Fang Che hummed and didn't look back.

He also didn't like this slippery and wretched person.

Cripple Hong Er was a little angry, why are you so awesome?

You have such a pretty face that you are so popular that all the girls in the deacon hall are attracted by you.

Hehe smiled and said: "According to this trend, Deacon Fang should be promoted to the first-level Venus Deacon soon. It is gratifying. I think there will be a large reward for meritorious service by then."

Everyone's expressions changed.

This guy really doesn't want to pick up the pot.

Fang Che is angry because of this matter, but you just say such things, aren't you asking for embarrassment.

Fang Che smiled faintly, then stood up and walked towards Cripple Hong Er.

Cripple Hong Er stood up in panic and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Bang!"

Fang Che punched him in the face, and Hong Er's lame and fat body flew away immediately.

Then Fang Che flew up.

Bang bang bang...

One punch, one punch, one punch...

Hit Hong Er lame in the face.

He said coldly: "I will beat anyone who comes to persuade you!"

After saying that, he began to calmly smash his fist into Hong Er's face.

Cripple Hong Er screamed and begged for mercy: "I'm wrong... I'm wrong... I'm... wrong..."

Fang Che punched dozens of people in a row.

There was no place to put my hands on my face.

So he stood up and raised his feet.

boom!

Kick Hong Er on the lame body, and then start kicking him one after another!

Not fatal.

Not disabled.

But every kick landed at the most painful place.

Cripple Hong Er's screams were earth-shattering.

Everyone pretended not to hear.

Firstly, everyone admired Fang Che for killing demons from the Demon Cult, secondly they had warned him in advance, and thirdly, the most important thing was... Hong Er, the fat man who was crippled, really had no popularity at all.

This guy has always used gangsterism as humor, vulgarity as capital, and obscenity as normality.

He never makes big mistakes, but keeps making small mistakes. He teases the deaconess every day with various little touches and a little bit of exposure, and he never tires of it. He treats this as a hobby.

There were even many people in the deacon hall who wanted to beat him with their own hands.

Seeing him get beaten now is a real pleasure.

Fang Che had a cold face and kicked him more than a hundred times.

The chief deacon had been here a long time ago, but he showed his head at the door and then retreated.

Cripple Hong Er groaned on the ground, unable to even crawl.

Fang Checai took out a snow-white handkerchief to wipe his hands and said calmly: "I don't like talking. I only like fists. As for you, if you want to say anything, just say it later."

"If you move your mouth, I'll do it."

Fang Che finished wiping his hands, threw the handkerchief on Hong Er's belly, and said coldly: "Wipe it yourself."

Turn around and go.

Just returned to my seat.

Fan Tiantiao got the news and looked confused: "Fang Che, what are you doing!?"

Fang Che rolled his eyes and retorted directly: "If you hit someone, you just have to hit them. If you have the ability, why don't you fire me?!"

"!!!"

Fan Tiantiao's face suddenly turned purple.

Turn around and leave.

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