Chapter 8: Insulting person died

The courtyard door was opened rudely, four tall and burly, and the servants in grey clothes came in.
Mu Feng frowned and looked at the four people. He frowned and said, "What are you doing? Who will let you into my yard!"
"Feng Shaoye"
Among the four, the burly servant, one meter tall and nine meters tall, gave a fist to Mu Feng. Some of them shouted: "We have ordered the young master to move things."
"Move something, move something?"
Mu Fengjian wrinkled and asked.
"Nature is the thing that moves you. The young master said that this Dan Xin Ya Yuan was the first day for the Mu family to live. It is not for the waste. If you start tomorrow, the young people will move into the Danxin small courtyard. As for your local youth, Arranged, in the East Chamber"
The burly man said that he didn’t smile.
Mu Feng heard a slap in the face, revealing a trace of edge.
They said that the young master named Mu Qing, the son of his three uncles, is two years older than him. It is already a cultivation of Zifu. He is not tempered by Xiao and Mu Feng.
Perhaps because of the father's reasons, Mu Feng's father Mu Tian was forced to press Mu Qing's father Mu Ye at the time, and his cultivation of talent from an early age also pressed Mu Qing.
The Dan Xinya, where he lived, is the best of the younger generation of the Mu family, the four-bedroom, one hall, one study, one training room, and the front and back.
However, Mu Feng was honed and practiced in the military for many years. He was not often in the Mu family, so he did not usually arrange a servant to serve Mu Feng.
Dongxiang Bieyuan is just an ordinary house of Mujia, which is far too far from Danxinya.
Now that Mu Feng is abolished, he is also dead. Mu Qing can't wait to step on his own cousin's foot and fall into the stone.
"Give me a move!"
This burly servant also ignored Mu Feng and called the other three people to go in quickly.
"Give me a hand!"
Mu Feng burst into a burst, and quickly stepped forward to grab the servant's hand, raising his hand was a slap in the face.
"Who is giving you the courage to let you move my things, Mu Qing, what is he?"
Mu Feng looked cold and slap, and the slap was very powerful. He knocked out the servant's teeth, a blood, and his face swollen.
May be angered by Mu Feng, the leading servant cold voice: "Feng Shaoye, I respect you now, you are the young master, do not respect you, your mother is a waste that has no mother, don't give Face shameless, give me a move!"
The servant ordered again, and the other three began to move things when they entered the house.
In the eyes of Mu Feng, there was a murderous murder. In the depths of the scorpion, there was a red light.
The servant snorted and walked past Mu Feng, but Mu Feng was moving at once, and one leg kicked on the servant's chest. The servant slammed back and forth.
Mu Feng stepped on his foot, and his body shot like an arrow. One hand and a sword pointed, and there was a white force on the finger, which was inserted into the throat of this burly servant.
"Amount...咕噜..."
The man seized Mu Feng's hand and looked at Mu Feng incredulously. The blood hole in his throat kept pouring out blood. He didn't think that Mu Feng would suddenly violently kill.
The other three servants were all scared, put down their hands, and looked at Mu Feng in horror.
Mu Feng squeezed the man's neck with one hand, and the blood dribbled from his arm, and the reddish scorpion stared at the man.
"Do you know that you should not die for this sin, but in my life, I hate others for yelling at me, so you are still dead."
Hey!
Mu Feng’s servant said coldly, his hand slammed and the pierced throat was crushed directly.
Mu Feng had two injuries in his heart. One was his mother. He had never seen his mother since he was a child. When he saw others spoiling in his mother's arms, he did not know how long he was eager.
When he was a child, he often asked, "Hey, why do people have a mother, I don't have a mother?"
Every time he was asked by him, he would always drink silently and touch his head. When he grew up, he could see a trace of sadness in his eyes, and he would never ask again.
Because Mu Tian is often in the army, Mu Feng has no mother, fearing that his son lacks parental care and personally takes it with him. He is in the army and only stays in the Mu family for two months each year.
The mother, has always been a dark injury in the heart of Mu Feng, and his father's death is his new injury. This servant touched his new injury and injury in a sentence, it is no wonder that Mu Feng will kill.
Boom!
Mu Feng threw the servant's body on the ground, licked the blood on his hand and looked at the three.
The three men were already scared and timid. Mu Feng’s eyes were sharp and he looked at the three men. He was murderous. This cold eyes and murder were not at all a 15-year-old boy.
At this time, he is the iron-blooded boy who was killed in the army, Mu Feng!
"Feng Shaoye is forgiving, the young master is forgiving."
The three men looked at each other and quickly squatted and kept asking for mercy.
In fact, they are not ordinary people. They all have seven-fold and six-fold repairs. However, they have been frightened by the momentum of Mu Feng. The three have not yet killed anyone. Naturally, they are shocked by this scene.
"Go! Go back and tell Mu Qing, let him give me less brains."
Mu Feng spit out a cold sentence, and the three people quickly climbed up and rolled up, ran out, carrying the man's body and left.
Mu Feng thought about it and quickly said: "Wait!"
The three men carried the body and stopped.
"Leave the body"
Mu Feng said indifferently, the three face each other.
"Don't the young master still not let the body of Kui San?"
The three men were in a cold heart, guessing indiscriminately, and quickly put down the body and flew out of Dan Xinya.
Mu Feng walked over and closed the door of the courtyard. He was carrying a three-body corpse, and dragged into the training room next to his bedroom behind the living room. A long blood mark was dragged on the ground.
Mu Feng closed the stone door of the cultivation room. The cultivation room was made of hard steel rock, and the master of the condensed environment could not be broken.
The cultivation room is simple, only futon, a sandalwood stove, and table tea set.
However, at this time, it was stained by the blood flowing out of the body.
Mu Feng sat in front of the futon, closed his eyes and adjusted his interest. After his heart was calm, he placed his hand on the corpse of the three corpses and operated the method of refining blood in the Shura.
I saw a gas machine rushing out of his palm, and the blood in the corpse of the squadron began to boil, burning a stream.
This airflow poured into the body of Mu Feng, poured into the body through the acupoints of the whole body, poured into the blood-red elementary vein, and flowed to the fourth broken Yuanmai.
The fourth element of the pulse is actually healed a little under the nourishment of blood!
In a short while, the body became a bloodless corpse, only a set of blood coats on the dry corpses, skinny, extraordinarily stunned, even the flowing blood on the ground disappeared!
And Mu Feng spit out a long, white gas, and a hint of joy in his throat.
His fourth element has been restored by a third!