After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin was in a hurry to urinate. He jumped on his feet, covered his buttocks in an incomprehensible manner, and broke into the man's house with a sideways bump.

"What are you doing! If you go out, I'll call the police!"

The man was furious and grabbed Feng Yin's clothes with one hand, but Feng Yin swooped in like a slippery loach.

The entrance hall was less than two meters long, and Feng Yin passed in just two seconds.

She finally knew what the man was hiding.

There were shards of glass and messy debris all over the floor, and the most dazzling thing was the woman with scars all over her body and a little bit of blood.

Blue nose, swollen face, bruises and bloodshot eyes.

A piece of the woman's scalp had been torn off, there was no shoe on her feet, and her exposed arms and neck were all covered with traces of bruises, old and new.

Torture is nothing more than that.

But ironically, there is a wedding photo of two people hanging on the wall, smiling happily and brightly.

At that time, they never imagined that they would be like today.

"Get out—get out—I'm complaining about you—"

"Okay, you file a complaint and I call the police. That's just right."

Feng Yin turned around and looked at the man with a smile.

"The hand is very heavy. I heard that having a marriage certificate means violence is legal. Is there a family conflict?"

"For a man like you, let me analyze it for you and see if my guess is correct."

"You don't have the ability to pretend to be a grandson for others outside, and then go home to vent your anger on your own wife. Otherwise, you will see that your wife is better than you and that your wife is beautiful. When you see her talking to others or working with others, you start to panic. Will lose her."

"I love you with a paranoid attitude. Don't leave me and use violence. If it doesn't work anymore, let me laugh for a while first..."

Feng Yin really laughed while holding on to the wall. He couldn't stop laughing.The man opposite clenched his fists, his eyes wanting to tear Feng Yin apart, but he didn't take action.

"I love you, motherfucker! You are a man like you. You have a figurative brain and short-sightedness. You probably won't grow much down there. You really have the word "waste" written all over your body, and you still have to pretend to be human."

Feng Yin really scolded the man bloody, turned around and squatted down, looking at the woman lying on the ground.

"Did you see it? I scolded him so hard. Did you see him take action? He couldn't help it, and he wouldn't change it. He clearly knew the difference between hitting me and hitting you."

"Do you think your forbearance will be useful? You manage everything at home, why should you be afraid of him? It's because it's hard to buy detergent, or it's hard to hold the bone chopper, or the mixer is too noisy. In fact, the refrigerator is also a good choice. .”

[Mom, is this what I mean? 】

[Stop talking, ancestor, stop talking, I’m begging you! 】

The humble Li Sanyi went online at once, along with the accounts of Zhang Boer and Lin Yu, and the three of them just kowtowed in the comment area.

Because Feng Yin’s topics are getting more and more crooked, it’s simply a killer science guide!
"Yes, what you just said was a bit inappropriate, the sound was too loud, so let's go for dietary therapy, they are mutually reinforcing... there are so many ways to choose from, right?"

"Since we can't escape, let's play together."

Feng Yin really used this alternative method of persuasion to the extreme.

She did not persuade the woman to leave or run away at all, as she felt that would not solve the problem.

"What on earth are you going to do!"

Feng Yin turned around, and he didn't know when a piece of sharp glass appeared in his hand, and he was playing with it.

"Look, there are many more sharp ones like this, pens...pencils..."

Feng Yin stood up, smiled beautifully at the man, and stared at the man's neck, hiding his bloodthirsty and oppression.