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

Li Sanyi came with retching Ala.

Zhang Bo'er, who was diagonally across from him, was holding the basin in aggrieved manner, with soap bubbles still in his hand.

"Boss, I really wash every day."

Li Sanyi looked at Zhang Bo'er a little guiltily, but thinking of the smell of smoke in his eyes, he felt physically uncomfortable and retched.

"Brother, it's not that I dislike you. I really don't. I just have a physical reaction to that smell!"

Li Sanyi held Feng Yin's door frame and said in a very low voice: "I can just lay the floor. Really, please!"

"Wang Wang!"

Ala was unwilling and looked at Feng Yin with an accusing look. Without saying anything, it went directly into Feng Yin's room, rummaged through her suitcase, and found its exclusive phone number in no time.

"What are you doing, complaining!"

"No! You don't want to play like this!"

Feng Yin started chasing Ala and grabbing the phone.

Four people and one dog made the whole corridor lively.

With the advantage of his four legs, Ala gained the upper hand for a moment and dialed Cheng Yanqiu's number.

"Hey---"

The pleasant male voice was amplified by the loudspeaker in the corridor surrounding it. Li Sanyi's ears couldn't help but move, and his eyes slipped over. It was such a familiar voice.

"Beautiful boy!"

Lin Yu was lying on the door frame a little bit crazy, staring at the mobile phone in Ala's mouth.

Zhang Boer also tilted his head curiously, but his view was not very clear, and he only saw a figure.

The three of them were all watching Ala's phone call curiously. Feng Yin swooped over from three meters away and hugged Ala. One person and one dog slid diagonally for less than a meter, and happened to land on Zhang Bo'er's feet. beside.

"Wooer——"

Ala screamed in pain and ran away.

Feng Yin hung up the phone quickly with quick eyes and hands, stood up calmly, shook his messy hair, and even said in a confident way: "It's a small matter." "Zhang Bo'er, I will get you some medicine when you get back. I will make sure that the medicine will cure your illness. How about a new life, not ninety-nine, not ninety-nine, just ninety-nine dollars? Is that interesting?"

Zhang Boer blinked his small eyes.

"Boss, why don't I give you [-], and you can give me a whole set of real medicine."

With a "pop", Zhang Bo'er's head was slapped mercilessly by Feng Yin.

"How can I, a good citizen who has just been commended, sell fake medicines!"

Feng Yin pointed at Zhang Bo'er's door and said commandingly: "You, go in and sleep! How about leaving Li Sanyi alive for the time being?"

"I just said that Brother Li can't bear it because he doesn't believe it."

Zhang Boer looked at Li Sanyi and waved.

"Brother Li, I'll give you the quilt -"

"No, I'm not cold!"

Li Sanyi firmly refused, and Zhang Boer returned to the room helplessly.

The moment the door closed, Feng Yin strode away from the worst-hit area at the door, pushed Li Sanyi, dragged the half-conscious Ala, into the house, and closed the door with a bang.

Inside the house, Feng Yin rushed to the window in two steps, opened the window, took out a silver needle with his fingers, and pricked himself twice.

"Ah-my sweet fresh air! I miss you so much!"

Li Sanyi in the back had such an expression on his face.

"I knew it."

Feng Yin wanted to wash her lungs with oxygen. She was leaning against the window and pulled Ala up again, letting her lie on the window sill.

As the evening breeze blew by, Ala regained some consciousness and took a big breath just like the wind chanted.

Feng Yin withdrew from the window sill and looked at Lin Yu and Li San cautiously: "You have no doubts about using Zhang Bo'er's feet as biochemical weapons before he was cured, right?"