Lin Qiuhan looked at them who didn't care, and his expression became colder and gritted his teeth and said, "That is my father's grave."

When the band heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed.

Someone looked at the Black Wolf and said, "Black Wolf, come down!"

"Yes, this is not good! Come down!"

Hearing this, the black wolf still didn't care. He looked at Lin Qiuhan and said, "So what about your father's grave? It's a grave, but it's actually not a stone, nothing special."

"Besides, it is also your luck to be the background of our music. Our music is destined to be famous all over the world and left in history." Black Wolf looked confident.

Lin Qiuhan was so angry that his muscles on his pretty face trembled, his face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That is my father's grave. I don't allow you to insult him. Come down immediately and apologize to my father!"

Hearing this, the black wolf ignored it and said, "Beauty, you are a little confused. You said, your father is dead, am I just stepping on a stone? What an insult? I think you are too damn big."

"You--" Lin Qiuhan was so angry that he almost took action.

At this time, Chen Fei walked to Lin Qiuhan, held Lin Qiuhan, then looked at the black wolf coldly, and shouted loudly: "Get down!"

When Black Wolf heard this, his face darkened, and then he snorted coldly: "Damn, if you talk well, maybe I will change my mind for a moment. But if you act in front of me, I tell you, then I really can't."

"I tell you, the most feared thing about my Black Wolf is to be cruel. Not only can I not come down, I also have to pee and dance on it." As he spoke, Black Wolf began to untidy his pants, and then smiled and called his companions to take pictures of him.

Seeing this, Chen Fei's eyes turned cold and he let out a cold voice, "Things looking for death!"

Then, Chen Fei's body turned into a afterimage, disappeared directly from the spot, bringing up a strong wind, and then appeared in front of the black wolf.

The black wolf caught off guard and immediately saw a big foot getting bigger in front of him. Before he could react, the big foot kicked him directly between his legs. The huge force kicked him out directly, slid more than ten meters, hitting the cemetery wall, and then fell down with a bang.

This situation immediately shocked Heilang's companions. Some hurriedly ran to support Heilang. Some glared at Chen Fei fiercely, with resentment in their eyes.

Chen Fei glared at them without hesitation and said coldly: "You still dare to have resentment? If you do such a thing, I will be kind if I don't beat you to death."

Several people helped Heilang and walked back, looking at Chen Fei with dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean? What do we do this? What is this?"

"What we do is great music. You fools cannot understand it and dare to slander us."

………

"Music, great music, I'm gonna spit out!" Chen Fei spitted and cursed angrily, "You guys of quality are not even worthy of being called people, and you dare to say that you make the greatest music! Your so-called music is like you yourself, just a bunch of garbage."

"You, you fart!"

The group of people became angry and cursed at Chen Fei with black faces.

"Our works are not something that guys like you can understand!"

"The typical feudal nonsense in this country cannot understand our trend, which is sad!"

"It's just a group of superstitious old-fashioned styles. It's so ridiculous when I'm still playing with fragrant wax paper money!"

………

Chen Fei glared at them coldly and said, "You think you are trendy and unruly. In my opinion, they are a group of little kids who don't even know the most basic respect."

"Respect?" Heilang sneered and said, "It's ridiculous to ask us to respect this feudal dregs!"

"That is, superstitious things like this thousands of years ago are still there. I have to say that this country is too failure!"

"This kind of person is destined to be able to stay at the bottom. And we have to go abroad to pursue a higher level of culture, haha!"

"Haha, fragrant wax paper money, sacrifices and tomb sweeping, do you still want to tell me that there are monsters and monsters! Haha, the sad foolish people."

………

When Chen Fei heard this, he was both angry and sad. He did not expect that this group of young people would regard the culture of their motherland for thousands of years as a kind of dregs, completely abandon it like grass, and turn to pursue the so-called advanced culture with only a few hundred years of history. It is really sad.

These dregs in their mouths are part of the culture that a country and a nation has inherited for thousands of years. They are also one of the root causes of the Chinese nation's continuous extinction for thousands of years.

As young people in the new era, Chen Fei can understand their disinterest and distrust of these things. If they just don’t believe it, Chen Fei won’t say much, just let them go.

But not only did they not believe it, they also turned to slander and satirize the cultural traditions of their motherland, and even used dross to describe it. This is great disrespect.

Others are different from you. In his opinion, they are just low-level, feudal superstition, and backward. This kind of Western thought has completely corrupted them and made them completely become spiritual Westerners.

In Chen Fei's view, this kind of spiritual betrayal is a manifestation of losing its cultural foundation and a traitor in another sense.

At this moment, Chen Fei had no intention of continuing to argue with them. He shook his head, with a hint of sadness and disappointment in his eyes, and he gently lowered his head.

Seeing Chen Fei like this, the young people were even more excited. They thought they had won Chen Fei. They smiled happily and started to sarcasm unscrupulously.

"Haha, I can't speak! We are speechless!"

"Drop is dross. You can't change it if you say it! Haha!"

"The low-level things can never be as good as the high-level ones! They have long been destined."

………

Just as they were sarcastic, Chen Fei suddenly raised his head, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and then he patted his hands forward and shouted loudly: "Get up!"

In an instant, the wind was blowing around, and the plants were blown whistling. The wind passed through the tombstone and made a shrill whistling sound, like a howling of ghosts and wolves.

Such a change made the extremely proud Black Wolf and others change their faces, and their expressions become strange. They can't help but look around, "What's going on?"

The black wolf's eyes froze and he said, "Don't be afraid, it's just a little bit of wind."
Chapter completed!