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

Taoist temple, covered with snow, courtyard.

Click!

After a crisp sound, it seemed that the texture of the wood could be seen in the sound breaking off in the middle, strands winding around, and breaking into two halves.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The three of them retreated step by step with a continuous clicking sound.

The three people looked slightly frightened, as if they were at a murder scene, and they were particularly afraid of the blood in front of them.

Li San touched Zhang Bo'er next to him with a small movement. Zhang Bo'er, who had a lot of cunning, did not yell loudly, but just looked at Li Sanyi.

Li Sanyi: Why chop so much firewood?
Zhang Bo'er: I don't know.

Li Sanyi: I always feel that she is unhappy?

Zhang Bo'er: I don't know.

Li Sanyi: What do you know?
Zhang Bo'er: I don't know. .
……

Li Sanyi rolled his eyes out of thin air and squatted down.

The two people next to them also squatted down, folding their arms in front of their chests, staring with six eyes in front of them, feeling a little irritable, and the sound of the wind chopping wood.

An ax seemed to have no weight in Feng Yin's hand. Every time the hand was raised and lowered, the wood would inevitably break.

If the wood is relatively long and the ax gets stuck halfway through the split, half of the wood will split and half will remain.

At this time, Feng Yin inserted the ax casually into his waist, pulled the half-split wood with both hands, and roared, "Crack!"

Break the pieces of wood with your bare hands.

The trio took a step back in tacit agreement, moving away from the "crime scene".

"Are you three bored?"

Feng Yin suddenly turned around and saw the squatting trio shaking their heads in unison, their movements neat and standardized.

"Why are you so far away from me? Aren't you here to find me?"

The next second, the trio flashed the same silly smiles and said in unison: "It's okay."

Is everything okay?
The wind screamed, "You're lying to a ghost!"
Those expressions that look like they are afraid that if they tear them apart, they can be sold for money. Feng Yin ignored it.

In fact, she is not irritable at all, she just likes to chop wood.

In other words, I simply like this kind of violent decompression activity.

It is absolutely true that she has a good mentality, but Grandma Yun, Cheng Yanqiu, her own body, life span and other issues must also be faced.

Not to mention, Grandma Yun was helpless, but Feng Yin somewhat cared about it.

Open-mindedness is open-minded, but worry and guilt will not diminish because of your open-mindedness.

The weather was perfect today. It was snowing and the nets were all broken. Feng Yin had nothing to do, and chopping firewood became her main pleasure.

Feng Yin, who is full of energy, can do just a little bit more and be a little cruel.

Of course, this was what Feng Yin thought about himself.

In the eyes of the trio, the pile of firewood that was as tall as a person was not what they meant.

At this moment, the trio reached a new tacit understanding: be honest these two days and don't offend Feng Yin.

The sound of chopping firewood in the courtyard was endless, and Grandma Yun was always there by the window in the house.

She probably knew why Feng Yin split wood.

"Silly boy."

Grandma Yun stopped paying attention and turned her back.

Another hour passed, and the netizens in the live broadcast room just watched Feng Yin chop wood for three hours.

[I always watch camping videos to help me sleep, and now it seems that chopping firewood can also help me sleep. 】

[It does help me sleep, but I’m at work! It's daytime now! 】

[A single action is really a stress reliever. Watching Feng Yin chop wood is particularly refreshing, and I feel like I am chopping a scumbag. 】

Netizens looked at it very easily. As for why Feng Yin could chop firewood and chop it so well, everyone subconsciously ignored it.

Only the comrades at the police station sighed and thought: The ax can be used so well!