Mu Fei's words made Mr.
Fang, who was standing in front of him, stunned.
His eyes flashed with a complex look of shame or regret.
However, after only a moment, he returned to his original mocking indifference.
"What else can the old man do besides scolding?"
Mr.
Fang said with a sneer.
"Anyway, he still has an excellent nephew to use.
It doesn't matter to him what I become."
After hearing what the other party said, Mu Fei was surprised and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
He didn't know whether it was for Mr.
Fang in front of him or for Fang Jiaping.
He couldn't bear to look at the strange-looking monster in front of him.
Mu Fei closed his eyes slightly and said with a chuckle: "So that's what you think in your heart.
Really, I don't know whether I should feel worthless for your father."
"What are you talking about?"
Mr.
Fang frowned and asked angrily.
Mu Fei's expression and tone always made him feel like he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.
The man in front of him seemed weak on the outside, but every time he saw him, he would arouse his anger.
At first Mr.
Fang didn't understand why, but after several contacts, he vaguely realized the reason.
This man's eyes were very clean, reflecting his own ugliness clearly like a dust-free mirror.
Mr.
Fang has hated standing with others and being criticized and compared with each other since a long time ago.
His father Fang Jiaping often compared him with his cousin Weizhen consciously or unintentionally.
In Fang Jiaping's eyes, his biological son could not compare with his nephew Weizhen in any aspect.
In the eyes of his father, Wei Zhen Zhen is the best candidate to truly inherit the Fang family's business.
Therefore, the person Mr.
Fang hated the most since he was young was Weizhen.
Because I stand with my cousin.
It would make him look like a clumsy clown.
Whatever you do is wrong.
And the man in front of me.
It is different from Wei Zhen.
Comparing him with Weizhen will show his clumsiness and ignorance.
Compared with the man in front of him, his filth and despicability were clearly revealed.
These are all things that Mr.
Fang finds intolerable.
Now, in Mu Fei's eyes, he saw the other party's pity and sympathy for him, which made him even more angry.
Mu Fei saw the other party's anger, and just sighed slightly and said calmly: "Although I think you can't listen to any words now.
But for the sake of your father, I still ask."
At this point, Mu Fei paused briefly, wanting to see if the other party would react, but what made him sad was that Mr.
Fang's expression did not waver at all.
Mu Fei lowered his voice and continued coldly: "Are you really unwilling to look back?
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Now, maybe there is still a chance."
He did not dare to speak too fully.
After all, could Mr.
Fang be restored to human form?
There is no final conclusion, and the Scientific Research Department has not done similar work.
"Looking back" the other person's expression was as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke and laughed twice.
There was a hint of determination in his eyes, "From the moment I chose this path, I made up my mind not to look back."
"Really?"
After hearing this, Mu Fei showed an expression of "Sure enough," the sadness and sympathy in his eyes became more intense, and he said softly, "I understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Fei's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Just when Mr.
Fang was stunned, Mu Fei suddenly appeared beside him, holding the dim light in his right hand, and hunched over and waved it towards his face.
Mr.
Fang retreated hurriedly, but his speed could not match Mu Fei's.
Therefore, he was not able to completely avoid it, and a long and thin wound was opened on his face by the blade.
Feeling the warm blood flowing down his face, Mr.
Fang became furious and raised his hand to greet Mu Fei.
In Mu Fei's eyes, the opponent's movements now became extremely slow.
He could clearly see every detail, just like the slow motion in a movie, moving bit by bit.
He calmly turned his head to avoid the opponent's palm, which had no shape at all.
Then he bent his right arm and hit the opponent's nose hard with his elbow.
The twisted nose bridge made a crisp sound, and then nosebleed gurgled out from the black hole that looked like a nostril.
Mr.
Fang covered his nose and stepped back repeatedly, but Mu Fei did not give the other person a chance to escape.
He quickly stepped forward, raised his leg and kicked the opponent's chest and abdomen, sending him flying out.
The moment Mr.
Fang flew out, Mu Fei also chased after him.
He was so fast that he rushed directly behind him and took the lead in reaching the position where he was about to land.
When Mr.
Fang flew in front of him, Mu Fei raised his leg again, bent his knees, and struck hard at the opponent's lower back.
Mu Fei originally used all his strength for this blow, and coupled with the momentum of the opponent flying over, the two collided, doubling the force and making the blow even greater.
Mu Fei could even see through the other party's transparent skin what the blood vessels looked like after they burst under the flesh.
Blood overflowing in the flesh and flowing out of the body are two completely different concepts, and the visual impact cannot be compared at all.
Mu Fei resisted the tumbling of his stomach, raised his hand, held the dim light, and slashed the opponent's back with a knife.
Along with Young Master Fang's scream, scarlet blood spurted out from the other party's pale skin instantly.
Although the cut was deep, it was not fatal.
Mr.
Fang was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching constantly, and the expression on his face was twisted with anger and pain, making his already weird-looking face even more disgusting and terrifying.
Mu Fei stood beside Mr.
Fang with a dim light in his hand.
He looked at him coldly for a while and then stepped forward.
He bent down and struck the man in the back of the head with the back of his knife.
After being hit on the back of his head, Mr.
Fang rolled his eyes and fainted.
After losing consciousness, the pale white flesh looked even uglier, and his whole body was filled with the ominous sign of death.
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Mu Fei frowned and took a look before straightening up.
When the steamed bun saw that the battle here was over, he happily flapped his ears and flew down.
As soon as he landed, he opened his big mouth and was ready to enjoy every meal.
Mu Fei walked up behind it in time, grabbed the bun's ears and lifted it up.
"You can't eat this stuff, it will ruin your stomach."
Mu Fei looked at the aggrieved face of the steamed bun in a funny way, and explained helplessly.
"Ziu" Steamed Bun made a puzzled sound.
"Do you remember what happened that night?
Didn't you vomit later?"
Mu Fei reminded patiently.
Hearing what his master said, the steamed bun recalled the painful experience that night, curled his lips and gave up on the dinner, then slipped into Mu Fei's jacket pocket with a whoosh.
After patting his pocket gently to appease the little thing who had been wronged all night, Mu Fei raised his head and looked at the top of the city wall.
Anduin moved very quickly, and the stone slab was already somewhat loosened by him.
The dagger made a clanging sound as it rubbed against the city wall, and pieces of gravel continued to scatter around.
Under Mu Fei's gaze, the stone slab finally shook a few times, and finally lost its force of gravity and fell from the city wall with a loud bang
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