Unexpectedly, the young man in white would rather die than surrender, and Xiao Lin paced back and forth.

Suddenly, Xiao Lin thought of a trick called the intimidation method and said to the young man in white who could not move on the ground: "I don't want to kill you either. I just want to slowly cut off your nose with a knife, pierce your eyes, and finally cut off your lips, and it's best to cut off your ears and drink wine."

The young man in white said humiliatedly: "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm still afraid of you?"

Xiao Lin suddenly squatted down and stared at the boy in white at close range: "Isn't you really afraid?"

The boy in white turned his head stubbornly: "Hmph!"

Xiao Lin stood up again, he was thinking quickly, and then Xiao Lin's eyes lit up: "Okay! You are indeed a hero who will never surrender. I, Xiao Lin, admire you, then I won't kill you anymore, but I will take off your pants and hang them on the tree and hit your butt."

Many people have the integrity of not surrendering to death. They will never submit if they are forced to die. But if you say you take off your pants and spank, they will immediately surrender.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Lin finished speaking, the face of the boy in white became purple and blue, and he was extremely afraid: "You demon! Damn demon!"

Xiao Lin's face turned ironic: "Oh? It's fine if you don't call your master, but you dare to insult your master like this? It seems that if you don't give you some color, you really don't know how to respect your teacher!"

As Xiao Lin said that, he wanted to untie the belt of the boy in white. The boy in white immediately shouted: "Master, Master!!"

After saying that, the boy in white seemed to suffer a great grievance, and then two lines of tears couldn't stop falling, and his shattered face immediately became watery.

Xiao Lin took out a towel to wipe his tears: "Why are you crying? The big man cried like a woman."

"Besides, you have called me Master now. This is an unchangeable fact. It's useless to cry anymore."

The boy in white still cried.

Xiao Lin thought for a while: "If you cry again, I will take off your pants."

This really worked. The boy in white stopped crying immediately, and only the muffled groan of crying kept appearing in his mouth. What was even more funny was that the boy in white had his beard that was pressed on his mouth and fell off.

This look is so pitiful to me. The main reason is that the young man in white is really delicate, his skin is not as rough as a man, and he must be very comfortable to touch.

"What's your name?" Xiao Lin asked.

The boy in white didn't want to answer, but Xiao Lin immediately made the move to take off his pants, and then the boy in white immediately said, "Yan Feixue!"

Xiao Lin asked again: "The concubine's concubine?"

The boy in white said, "Of course it's flying!"

Xiao Lin smiled: "I'll just say how could you, a boy, take such a girl's name."

Yan Feixue's face looked very bad.

"How old are you?" Xiao Lin asked.

Yan Feixue said: "It's always two years older than you!"

Xiao Lin shrugged: "Even if you are older than me, you are disrespectful and have poor character. Besides, if you are a master of capable people in this world, you have to call me..."

"Xiao Lin! Xiao Lin!!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Lin heard a sound from afar, and then saw the pear blossoms driving the horse, with a hurried look of fear.

When he arrived, Lihua almost rolled and crawled in front of Xiao Lin, then put her palms together: "Ala, Allah! Thank you for letting me find Xiao Lin."

Xiao Lin looked at the Lihua in confusion: "What's wrong with you? What's the matter with Allah?"
Chapter completed!