Feng Lang's fourth son Feng Ming, fifth daughter Feng Mei, and eldest son Feng Du. After hearing that Feng Kuang was a loser, they went to find Feng Kuang that day.

"Trash, you useless good-looking trash, what qualifications do you have to be a member of our Feng family?" Feng Ming looked contemptuous.

"I'm not qualified, so I've lived in this small hut in Feng Mansion for nearly thirteen years!" Feng Kuang smiled nonchalantly and shrugged. At this moment, Feng Mei bowed down willingly.

"Trash, are you complaining?" Feng Ming looked at Feng Kuang with contempt.

"Then what do you want?" Feng Kuang was still smiling.

"Haha, you trash, you are quite self-aware. Then, we will take it out on you. If you resist, you will have no choice but to die."

Feng Kuang originally wanted to slap them to death, but You Lan ran over and stood in front of Feng Kuang, shouting, "Don't hurt my child. If you want to hit me, just hit me. Don't touch Feng Kuang."

"That's easy to say." They said as they wrapped their fighting spirit around the whips and hit Feng Kuang and her mother. Feng Kuang looked at it and blocked Youlan's front with his body. As soon as the whip came down, Feng Kuang

His body was already covered in bruises.

"Mother, you go and stay in the house. Trust me, go and stay in the house." Feng Kuang ordered Youlan calmly.

"But, child, what should you do?" Youlan looked at Feng Kuang, who was covered in blood, and was very worried. Feng Kuang put his hand on Youlan's hand, conveying fighting spirit. "Child, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, please believe me this time." Feng Kuang spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Good boy, I'm relieved."

Feng Ming, Feng Mei and Feng Du didn't say a word, they picked up the whip and tried to whip Feng Kuang into it. Feng Kuang didn't resist, he just smiled.

---------------a moment later-------------

Feng Kuang was lying in a pool of blood covered in blood. The red clothes he wore were particularly conspicuous in the snow. Feng Ming took out a big knife and slashed it to the ground. A deep knife mark appeared on the ground. Feng Ming smiled wretchedly.

"What do you think will happen if this knife hits someone?"

Fengmei was a little worried, "What if, if he dies, how will we explain to the ghost?"

Feng Ming smiled nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter." After saying that, he took out a dagger and slashed at Feng Kuang.

Feng Kuang saw that the knife was about to stab him, so he hurriedly used fighting energy to wrap his whole body.

Feng Ming had to stab him several times before he gave up.
Chapter completed!