Sick Bamboo Horse is too hard to coax

Chapter 211 Being Hacked 4
The man was tall, 1.8 meters five by visual inspection, wearing a gray sweater with a wide hat on his head, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked his eyes.

The skin on the lower half of his face is a sickly cold white, and his lips are also pale, but the shape of his lips is beautiful, and the two thin pieces are slightly pursed.

He suddenly remembered what grandma had said before, how fickle people with thin lips are.

"Who are you riding? What are you doing standing in my yard?" Seeing that it was a person, Zhang Qiang was slightly relieved.

He stretched out his hand to push the young man, but the young man turned him sideways and avoided him.

The boy didn't speak, but suddenly raised his head, looking at him with a pair of dark eyes.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

It was this feeling, the aversion to being watched as he walked on the street.

The boy's eyes were dark and dark, and there was a tendency of storms coming.

His arrogant arrogance was extinguished as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

He suddenly had an urge to run away.

He froze for a second, and then let out a cry like killing a pig.

The man's screams were extremely cautious in this empty no-man's land.

His left hand was pressed against the wall by the teenager and smashed to pieces with a brick.

There are a lot of broken bricks in the demolition area, maybe he kicked this brick while walking on the road.

He suddenly lost feeling in his hand, as if it wasn't his hand, lost contact with the nerves.

He seemed to have lost the ability to resist at all. He watched the young man lift up the brick in his hand and smash his left hand into meat paste, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

Seeing that Zhang Qiang had passed out and lost consciousness, the young man stopped his hands, and the hostility in his eyes radiated unceremoniously.

He kicked Zhang Qiang's body like he was kicking a dead fish, then walked out of the courtyard with a blank expression, and smashed the surveillance camera at the door.

Zhang Qiang is a pervert, and he likes security surveillance very much. He has installed surveillance in many places, even his own room, like an animal marking his own territory.

He also likes security surveillance, and he likes the feeling of being in control of everything. To a certain extent, he and Zhang Qiang are the same kind of people.

But Zhang Qiang is a pervert, he is not.

The boy thought blankly, took out the black mask and put it on.

The yard returned to its previous silence, and even the lights at the door were turned off again.

It's like no one has been there.

Blood flowed from the kennel in the yard, and it merged with the blood at the door of the house, and flowed thinly to the flower bed in the yard.

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Ye Fanxi didn't expect to run into acquaintances even when she went for a walk.

But it is also expected.

There are many stars in the place where she lives, and whoever walks quickly on the street wearing a mask and hat with his head down must be a star.

Ye Fanxi took a sneak peek at the boy who was squatting on the side of the road teasing stray dogs.

The street lamp cast his shadow into a round cake, the wide hat on the sweater was drooping obediently, and the slender and bony hands scratched Little Mung Dou's chin time after time.

Little Mung Dou is her stray dog ​​downstairs. After she feeds it once, she waits for her downstairs every day. Rain or shine, she has never been absent once.

really weird.

The boy squatting on the ground thought.

His hand, which had been stained with dog blood just now, was actually petting another dog intimately.

A small wind blew, the girl's skirt fluttered, and the pink roses at the corner of the skirt were bright and bright.

Ye Fanxi hooked the disobedient hair behind his ears with his fingers, and called him softly: "Xiao Ai."

　Gu Zeyuan: Zhang Qiang monitors Ah Xi, he is a pervert.

　　Qiqi's mother: You also monitor Qiqi, you are also a pervert.

　　Gu Zeyuan: I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!
　　Qiqi's mother: You are you, just a little bit~

　　Everyone: childish ghost.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)