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

Chapter 211 A sharp tongue

"Your breath is worse than athlete's foot! Is that a tumor on your neck? Yes, your complex facial features can't cover up your flawed IQ, and I can't expect human words to come out of the mouth of an animal. After all, it's me who is taller I count on you."

"Are you fucking sick-"

"If you're sick, just treat it. Don't come to me. I'm not a veterinarian."

"You little slut in the entertainment industry, you deserve to be bankrupt. You don't know how to spread your legs and make money, but you are still here beeping with me!"

The more the man cursed, the more filthy he became, but Feng Yin actually smiled.

"Lin Yu, have you recorded everything?"

"It's recorded! Boss!"

Lin Yu shouted the word "boss" with the momentum of military training.

"Yes, yes, this person made scandalous rumors about me. As a public figure, my first reaction when I am wronged is to call the police."

"Don't worry, according to my current traffic of more than 1000 million fans, the reputation damage fee is not bad. I believe you have the strength to repay it. If it is not possible, let's work together! Right?"

Feng Yin suddenly changed his routine, causing the man on the other side to panic visibly.

"Tch—who are you trying to scare?"

He was unconvinced, but the man's feet stepped back honestly, preparing to run.

Feng Yin didn't chase or shout, she looked at him with a smile, but for some reason, people around her felt that she was so scary now!
"Wang!"

Ala fiercely blocked the man's way.

The shit shoveling officer just said, stop this smelly man so that you can see the owner of Xiangxiang when you go back.

"Wang!"

"what---"

Ala stood up on his hind legs and made a lunging motion. The frightened man sat on the ground, covering his face and shouting for help.

"Don't worry, my Ala won't eat spoiled food."

Feng Yin shouted kindly to Ala: "Ala, come back."

Ala, who was already in a standing posture, walked with elegant steps and a strong sense of nobility, one meter away from Feng Yin.

Feng Yin and four others surrounded the man in the middle. "Do you want it private or public?"

"You-you are extorting!"

"No, no, no, this is what I call investment vision. You don't know, in my eyes, every anti-fan is a cash machine, and you are a bank, so awesome!"

Feng Yin squatted, her face was smiling, but the man on the ground always felt that he saw a pair of black horns coming out of her head, holding a small fork, and was about to harvest something in the next second.

"what on earth do you want?"

"What do I really want? You come to scold people and frame them, but I am wrong? With this logic, does your IQ get cut off along with the umbilical cord?"

The sound of the wind hurts people, without any curse words, but it just makes you angry.

"you---"

"I know I'm beautiful. I don't need the help of a blind person like you. Besides, it's hard to believe that you have a slightly archaeological appearance."

The man sat on the ground and accepted the baptism from the wind's poisonous tongue.

At the beginning, the man shouted a few words forcefully, but in the end, his venomous tongue was like Tang Monk's casual thoughts. The only difference is that the wind roar is not the same, and it can damage you like a bloody nozzle.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I looked down on others, I was really wrong!"

A fan suddenly woke up and was met by Feng Yin.

"Look, I have so many merits!"

The boastful Feng Yin ended the smile on his face, and his voice became a little more oppressive.

"Apologize."

"what?"

"What, didn't you hear enough? I still have a lot of intimate things to say to you."

Feng Yin squatted down again.

"No, no, no - I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was really wrong!"

"You are too deceiving!"

Oops, Feng Yin smiled, here comes another one!
(End of this chapter)