Raised a house of obsession

Chapter 16 The young man next door

In this turbulent wave of emotions, Zhou Yi felt extremely irritable, gritted his teeth, and persisted.

"Hold it...Hold it!"

Zhou Yi forcibly endured this irritable mood. He felt that his will could persist for a few more minutes, so he forcibly controlled the body of the "old horse" and passed through the wall.

In the next room, a young man was lying on the bed, chatting with his girlfriend.

Faintly heard their conversation.

"...Xiao Li, tomorrow is the weekend again, do you want to go to the city to watch a movie together? Anyway, I'm free, so why not go to the movies. The science fiction movies made by Daxia Kingdom are said to be very good."

"Ah... so disgusting, the cinema is dark, so I won't go!"

"Either go to KTV to sing or something."

"I'm not going to sing, hum. KTV is lonely."

"Then where do you want to go?"

"Hotel, hehe~~"

Hearing the other party's conversation, Zhou Yi felt his pupils dilated, and couldn't help but want to rush over and give the other party a slap.

play?How? !Get up and work hard!
Anger is getting higher and higher.

Remaining rationality made him endure it desperately.

"Damn it... If this continues, I will soon live in Bengbu."

This inexplicable anger is the innate instinct of this body.

As soon as he sees people fishing, he will frantically want to whip the other party to make progress, which can be described as crazy.

He was so patient, patient, so patient that his scalp was numb, as if there were ants biting everywhere on his body, and goose bumps all over his body.

Tolerate!No!live!up!
In the end, I could only growl a few words in the young man's brain: "Work hard, you fucking work hard for me, what are you doing? It's better to study hard. If you don't make money at this age, when will you do it! "

comfortable.

comfortable.

Every pore is comfortable.

It turns out that reprimanding people feels so comfortable.

"Who, who is talking?!" The young man became suspicious after being yelled at.

"What are you doing!" the woman on the phone yelled.

"I seem to have heard your father's voice...Damn it, it's better not to go to the hotel for a supernatural event, I'm afraid your father will catch you." The young man looked left and right, but saw nothing.

"Coward, hum."

"Xiaoli, it's not that I'm cowardly, it's that the older generation has backward concepts. If I'm really caught..."

Zhou Yi hid in the wall and eavesdropped, not daring to make random noises anymore.

After eavesdropping for about 3 minutes, the body of "Ma Baoguo" changed again, and it became extremely painful, as if it was about to be torn apart.

With a move in his heart, he quickly returned to his own body.

"Nian" is just "nian" after all, and it cannot be separated from the human soul for too long.

Otherwise it will completely dissipate.

For the current Ma Baoguo, 3 minutes is a limit.

And 3 minutes is also the limit of Zhou Yi's willpower, if he controls it for too long, he may be polluted by the fanaticism of struggle.

Zhou Yi was already very satisfied with the result: "The reward of the slate is so strong. No one would have thought that there would be a strange person hiding in the wall and eavesdropping, even if it was only for 3 minutes."

"It's definitely a top-level investigative capability."

A struggling "old horse" has so many functions, what if it is more powerful and weird?

"Is there another... in the world who can manipulate weird humans?"

While Zhou Yi was excited, he was also a little tired. Seeing that it was getting late, he fell asleep drowsily.

……

Until six o'clock in the morning, in a daze, I heard calls from somewhere, someone calling me to get up.

An old voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Struggle, life!"

In the old voice, there was a trace of complex emotions of hating iron and not making steel.

Zhou Yi suddenly woke up from his dream in the sound of calling, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the old comrade "Ma Baoguo" lying on the head of the bed with a face full of resentment, staring at him with cloudy and pale eyes, two shriveled The hand came directly.

It might be because Uncle Ma couldn't attack the owner of the sage slate, his two zombie palms were always about one millimeter away from Zhou Yi's neck!
The hairs stood on end, and goose bumps covered his body densely.

Zhou Yi's whole body is not well!

Seeing a zombie trying to attack oneself early in the morning, normal people would be frightened for a while.

It took a long time for Zhou Yi to react from this posture, and after confirming that the old horse couldn't attack him, he roared in a low voice: "Damn mentally retarded, why aren't you a beautiful girl?"

If the old horse is as beautiful as his junior sister, then that's fine.

Now it's a scary zombie.

"A day's plan lies in the morning!" Uncle Ma ignored Zhou Yi's complaints, and raised his hands and said loudly, "Only those who struggle can reach the other side of happiness."

Although his appearance was old and ugly, he seemed to have been injected with a hundred injections of stimulants. He kept his hands stuck in the neck and shouted loudly.

"Aren't you a salted fish when you're alive? After you're dead, you have this kind of virtue." Zhou Yi was a little annoyed.

Even though he knew that Uncle Ma was not wise, he still complained a few times in annoyance: "You are called being lenient with yourself and strict with others. You have double standards!"

Seeing Zhou Yi lying on the bed with a faceless face, Uncle Ma was very angry, and began to babble some hard-boiled sentences, conveying fanaticism by the way.

"If you don't play with your life now, you will play with your life in the future. If you don't work hard now, you will not work hard in the future."

"Some people buy a Land Rover at the age of 28, and some people play games at the age of 28. The biggest obstacle on the road to success is your own ignorance and laziness."

"Okay, okay, I surrender, I'll get up!" Zhou Yi was a little annoyed by what he said, so he could only bite the bullet, threw off the quilt, and sat up from the bed.

I'm a little annoyed, but I can't help it.

"I'll send you back to the consciousness space later, and let the slate suppress you."

In order to appease Uncle Ma's ecstasy, Zhou Yi got up as quickly as possible, washed up, and then went to the playground for morning exercises.

Seeing Zhou Yi running at high speed, Uncle Ma gradually calmed down and hid in his ears.

Naturally, psychic users also need to exercise well. If the body is in a sub-healthy state, not only will the psychic power not increase, but it will slowly decline.

It is impossible for a person with a big belly to be born with too high psionic energy.

Zhou Yi's body is still quite healthy, and he can run a kilometer in a little over 3 minutes.

While running, Uncle Ma's emotions were fully satisfied, and he kept himself safe. Once Zhou Yi's running speed dropped to a certain level, he became angry again, urging him to run faster and stop working there.

This guy is too dedicated, even a professional fitness trainer is not so dedicated!
It took another half an hour to run for five kilometers, with a small amount of sweat on my back, and another set of "Huo Tong Fist" taught by my master.

There was a soft "pop", and the palm of the hand slapped on a plane tree, setting off a faint heat.

The "Fire Tongquan" boxing technique is famous for its fierceness and fierceness. It is said that it can guide the movement of spiritual energy, and it is specially used to fight against strangeness.

(End of this chapter)