Looking at that familiar light, Yi Feiyang couldn't help but smile, playing with a knife? It's interesting.

The black young man felt that there was no fear in Yi Feiyang's expression. He couldn't help but see the sharp eyes and the ghostly right hand...

There was a "swish" sound, and his eyes blurred. When the black young man came back to his senses, he suddenly discovered that the dagger in his hand had actually been in the opponent's hand!

"Knife, that's not how it works!" Yi Feiyang said coldly. Before the black man could say anything, he saw the dagger spinning in Yi Feiyang's hand, which dazzled the black young man. When he finally regained his composure, he realized that he was cute

The newly permed and curly hair is falling all over the place!

"My hair! Oh, my poor hair!" the black youth lamented! Without this cool hair, how can we have fun?!

"Well, there's something missing!" Yi Feiyang thought for a moment, whoosh!!

The two remaining eyebrows of the black young man also fell down!

"Ah!" The young black man screamed loudly as he lay limply on the ground like a woman.

This time it's not because of my poor eyebrows, but because of Yi Feiyang's amazing sword skills!

You know, as long as there is a slight mistake, it may not be the eyebrows that are shaved off, but his tall nose!

Seeing his buddy lying limp on the ground and screaming like a woman, the big black man who just stood up and another black guy looked at each other, shit, where is the filming?

Before they could figure out the situation, Yi Feiyang kicked these two unlucky guys to the ground!

Oh, God!

b breasts~lee?!

The three guys no longer dared to show off, supported each other, and ran away.

Seeing Yi Feiyang beat away the three bastards with three moves and two moves, the Chinese young man couldn't help but admire him secretly. He didn't expect that he would meet such a powerful person.

"Did you... just say Chinese Kung Fu?" the young man asked boldly.

"Forget it." Yi Feiyang said.

"You are really awesome." The young man said, giving a thumbs up.

Yi Feiyang shook his head, "It's not me who is great, but Chinese Kung Fu. Every Chinese should learn a little bit of self-defense, right?"

The young man shrugged, "I am of Chinese descent, not Chinese."

Yi Feiyang: "But you have Chinese blood."

The young man shut up. Yi Feiyang looked at him and said, "I'm leaving, and you don't have to pay back the money."

"How is that possible..." Before the young man could finish speaking, Yi Feiyang had already left.

The young man knew that his words just now might have made Yi Feiyang lose his favor, but it was useless to catch up and apologize now. He paused for a moment, and when he was about to leave, he saw a notebook that seemed to have been dropped on the ground.

The young man was a little curious. He bent down and picked up the book. At first glance, he saw that it was filled with boring furniture names. When he was about to close the book, he suddenly saw something interesting. It was a story outline.

Then, he looked at it carefully. It was very interesting. It was his favorite horror story, and the name of this story was "Saw".

"Oh my God, it's so interesting. I never thought that James Wan would be lucky sometimes. Well, if I write this story into a script, then..." James Wan, who has always dreamed of being a director, immediately had a very bold idea.

idea.

But this thought flashed past, "This book should belong to the Chinese, should I return it to him? Still not, he looks like he is not short of money, well, why not let me give it a try..." James -

Wen held the book tightly.
Chapter completed!