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

The lingering sound of the wind echoes around the beams, sultry.

Cheng Yanqiu looked shy for a second, and gently pushed Feng Yin's shoulder with the palm of his hand. He wanted to refuse but said, "Oh, why don't you say it so bluntly? I'm very shy."

"Really, beauty——"

"Wang Wang Wang"

A dog disrupted Feng Yin's rhythm of teasing.

I saw a huge dog suddenly emerge from the bushes, with a leash around its neck. Behind it, a man holding his pants with one hand was jumping out of the bushes on one leg.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you go on, you go on."

The man only had time to leave these words before he was violently dragged away by the dog.

"Grass - stop!"

"Stop! Ah——"

The dog, which was similar to the size of a Tibetan mastiff, continued to move forward without listening at all. He nimbly crossed a long stool without a backrest and pulled the dog with one hand. The man who was holding his pants with the other hand did not react. He made a sound and fell. A dog gnawed mud.

With this development trend, men may not be able to stand up anymore.

"wait for me."

Feng Yin rushed over in three steps and two steps at a time, and jumped directly over the head of the man who was lying on the ground and was being pulled by the big dog.

"let go."

"Woooooo--I can't let go, I'm entangled!"

The man lay on the ground crying, sliding against the ground at a certain speed.

When Feng Yin heard it, he held the rope with one hand. The dog in front of him was tired and moved forward with greater strength.

Quite stubborn!

Feng Yin continued to exert force, and the dog moved forward desperately, seeing that the rope was about to collapse, and it would be even harder to catch it.

Feng Yin slid one hand through his trouser pocket, and a blade appeared between his fingers, neatly cutting off the reins. The man was finally no longer forced to slide.

The control of the traction rope was transferred to Feng Yin's hands.

I saw her making a circle with one hand, wrapping the rope in her hand, increasing her running speed, trying to catch up with four legs with two legs.

Thanks to the powerful explosive force and backward pulling force, Feng Yin finally caught up with the large dog.

But how to catch it is another question. Feng Yin, who was running at top speed, had no time to think too much. She could only make an action that was both unexpected and reasonable - mount her horse.

The horse is gone, but the dog is on.

Feng Yin, who was riding on the back of the big dog, tried to blindfold the dog and try to calm it down.

"Stop running, what do you want-"

Feng Yin paused his movements, turned over and got off Gouzi's body, and ran towards Cheng Yanqiu.

The wind came down, waving its arms and shouting: "Go to the open area!"

"Run!"

"Ah--how--there's an earthquake!"

The man who had climbed up from the ground screamed and shouted headlessly.

Although Cheng Yanqiu is not in good health, his mind is very good.

He moved to an open area at his own speed and waved to Feng Yin.

Feng Yin has arrived at Cheng Yanqiu's side.

"protect yourself."

"I will, be careful."

Cheng Yanqiu understood what Feng Yin meant. She wanted to see it. She must go and see it.

Grandma Yun is still at home.

Feng Yin had no time to talk nonsense and ran towards the building.

The shaking lasted for less than two minutes and stopped before Feng Yin reached the building.

Feng Yin is estimated to be below level five.

At present, it seems that ordinary houses can withstand a magnitude 5 earthquake.

In any case, Feng Yin's figure is very conspicuous because she is the only one going retrograde.

Too many people ran down from the building, some wrapped in quilts, some barefoot, and some wearing only a pair of briefs. Everyone gathered downstairs, feeling terrified.