Chapter 122: Just to my liking

"Afraid?" Luo Xiaoman wiped the stains from the corner of his mouth, and a touch of domineering appeared on his immature face, "If you want to kill me, you still need a glass of poisoned wine? What's more, it's not about killing me because of your posture. I."
"Since you never thought about killing me, what am I afraid of?"
"Uh...hahaha!" Liu Suifeng laughed and praised: "As expected, he is the little devil who fears everyone in Baicheng. Not only is he smart, he is also not surprised at all."
It is hard for him to imagine that this is the posture that a six-year-old baby should have, and that this is simply an experienced old world.
"Mr. Liu, stop talking nonsense, what on earth do you want to do?" Luo Xiaoman stared at him and said coldly.
"Luo Xiaoman, I'm very curious, how dare you come here alone?" Liu Suifeng didn't worry, took a sip from the wine glass, "You are like this, so I can't use many methods."
"Huh?" Luo Xiaoman frowned and looked at Liu Suifeng with a puzzled look.
"Like this." Liu Suifeng knocked on the table, and several of his subordinates immediately escorted Lin Sansheng out.
Luo Xiaoman's pupils shrank, and Lin Sanxing's nose and face were bruised and swollen.
When he saw himself, those eyes were red, and two lines of tears shed a burst of tears. You know, when he was tortured just now, he didn't shed tears, but he couldn't help it at this moment.
He seems to be saying, Miss, why are you here?
Luo Xiaoman squinted his eyes slightly, a burst of anger flowed from his heart.
Although Lin Sanxing was her servant and there were many festivals in the past, as time went on, this guy gradually became less annoying.
Especially, he has never been unambiguous in doing things for himself.
"Luo Xiaoman, I still want to take your dog as a hostage, in case your follower, and the big dog." Liu Suifeng smiled lightly and said mockingly: "However, it seems to be Save it."
"Mr. Liu, the person you want to target is me, let him go." Luo Xiaoman said solemnly.
"Don't worry." Liu Suifeng put down his wine glass and said lightly: "Let's finish talking about the business first."
"Say."
"I want you to take the initiative and challenge Wan Zitong in public."
Luo Xiaoman was startled slightly, and looked at Liu Suifeng blankly, "Are you serious?"
"Originally, our plan was to torture you in the second round. However, she didn't expect that your current identity is Ji Wuya's master. With this identity, she can't take the initiative to attack you."
What's more, as long as Luo Xiaoman takes the initiative to challenge, everyone will not despise Wan Zitong to bully the younger, will save a lot of trouble, and even feel that Luo Xiaoman is too arrogant and ruined.
"Is it so troublesome?" Luo Xiaoman hooked his lips and scanned the people around him, "If you want, you can kill me now, right?"
"Hahaha, it would be boring to kill you like this." Liu Suifeng smiled, and suddenly his eyes sank, "We want you to be tortured and killed by Wan Zitong in front of the entire Baicheng people. Face your Luo family."
Luo Xiaoman squinted his eyes, darkly Wan Zitong how much hate her?
Things that were originally very simple, but they had to be so complicated, but for her, they couldn't be better.
"I promise you."
"..."
Liu Suifeng's expression froze, it seemed that Luo Xiaoman promised to be so refreshed.
He thought Luo Xiaoman would refuse. After all, this little guy is a waste that cannot be cultivated. This is undoubtedly the rhythm of death.