Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 766 His Prey 55
Shen Ronghua watched helplessly as the blade squeezed into his chest little by little.

This game is so damn|realistic.

Even the goose-bumping sound of the weapon sinking into the body can be heard clearly.

Shen Ronghua panicked to the extreme.

Feng Yan must be sick!
The strength in his hands dissipated slightly.

The man's figure gradually became transparent.

The blood volume plummeted to 0 points.

The ensuing emotional concentration rises to a 10.

Feng Yan disappeared from her sight again.

The sentiment is quite mixed.

"Ban Jin, I suspect that Feng Yan is mentally ill!" No one rushed to die.

What do you mean you can only kill him in the future?

She didn't, she was going to start a killing spree today!
Ban Jin: "The host says he is sick, so he is sick."

Shen Ronghua: Very good, very good at following her wishes.

Shen Ronghua did what he said, walking around with a big knife in his hand, but for some reason, he didn't meet anyone.

Banjin: "Maybe it's because of the weekend, they all went out on a date, right?"

Shen Ronghua: "It's the weekend, so I also want to rest!"

She said and went back to the residence, but the scene of Feng Yan holding her hand and stabbing her chest unswervingly kept replaying in her mind.

This feeling is simple.

Just experienced it, the senses are actually good.

But I can't stop replaying it!

Scalp tingling.

No, Feng Yan messed with her mentality like this, she must get it back!
If the other party doesn't know her, then she shouldn't know him either.

Feng Yan died once, and was about to go in again, when Jin Biao came in, and there was a cooperation that needed to be discussed immediately.

Feng Yan had to quit the game and lock the screen.

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a burly figure and muscular arms. He looked like a Lianjiazi at first glance.

"Mr. Feng, hello."

Feng Yan signaled him to sit down, Jin Biao poured two cups of hot water in, put them down and stepped aside.

"Boss Joe figured it out?"

Qiao Yong nodded: "I know Mr. Feng bought the shops on the street to integrate them into a commercial street, and our Fugui Martial Arts Hall is really not suitable for it."

"I was the one who believed in death before, thinking that Fugui Martial Arts has been open for so many years, and I feel a little bit reluctant to close it."

The middle-aged man's rambling appearance seemed clearly reluctance, but for some reason, he had no choice but to respond.

Jin Biao took a peek at Feng Yan, and saw that the other party's face was pale, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of impatience.

In the past, if this happened, Mr. Feng would sit down and talk, and then leave after achieving his goal. He would sit down and listen to the other party's nagging.

However, what Jin Biao didn't know was that when Feng Yan heard the words Fugui Martial Arts, he had an inexplicable feeling of something bad.

There was even a voice in his heart telling him, be more polite, be more polite to the man in front of him.

Feng Yan frowned.

Seeing his expression change, Qiao Yong immediately shut up.

"Boss Qiao suddenly changed his mind. Is someone behind my back and putting pressure on you?" All the merchants on a street have been persuaded, and only this martial arts gym remains.

Qiao Yong waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I am willing."

Feng Yan looked at him indifferently, and said kindly: "If you really don't want to, there is a martial arts gym on the street that is actually pretty good."

Qiao Yong panicked for a moment, he stuttered a bit, and quickly apologized: "President Feng, I was too tough before, it was my fault, but now I am willing.

"It doesn't matter if this martial arts school doesn't open, just give me the contract, and I'll sign it right away!"

Feng Yan pursed her lips, and raised her hand to signal Jin Biao to bring the contract.

Qiao Yong picked up the pen, and when he was about to write, he stopped.

(End of this chapter)