Yang Ningxing's face reddened as his neck was cinched tight. He could only slap at the arm behind him with all his strength, hoping the other party would show mercy. They were all friends who had never met before—why resort to fists and feet?
The White Clad Young Man seemed to be in quite a temper. Not only did he fail to loosen his arm, he instead sank his qi to his dantian and shifted slightly, yanking Brother Mu Mao backward until his back was nearly parallel to the ground.
Yang Ningxing truly felt dizzy and saw stars. With great difficulty, he said, "Brother Good Man, do something, hurry and do something! Don't just stand by and watch me die! Your student was born with monstrous strength—his hand is far too heavy..."
All they saw was a youth-faced fellow with a vermilion mole between his brows and killing intent written all over his face. The White Clad Young Man turned toward Zheng Dafeng, bent his knees into a half-squat, viciously twisted his hand first, making Yang Ningxing roll his eyes, utterly unconcerned whether he lived or died. Then he beamed and said, "Brother Dafeng!"
Zheng Dafeng laughed. "After all these years, Cui the Second Brother is still a Handsome Young Man."
Speaking of friendship, Zheng Dafeng naturally had a better relationship with old cook and Great Mountain Lord Wei. The three of them were all rather wary of this big white goose. They could only be said to be neither estranged nor particularly close.
Zheng Dafeng asked, "What brought you here?"
Cui Dongshan grinned. A mountain man naturally had his marvelous schemes.
Chen Ping'an reminded him, "Dongshan, that's enough. Keep this up and Brother Mu Mao will have to play dead. Then he'll come to me afterward and extort medicine