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"Snapped"

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

After three consecutive lashes, the frightened man and woman seemed to be frightened. They stopped walking and were still retreating faintly. They looked at the rope in Yan Junge's hand with some fear.

Yan Junge was overjoyed, this is such a good baby. He put his foot down hard and jumped up with help. He said proudly, "Look at the whip."

The copper coin fell from his mouth and rolled to the corner.

After being whipped for more than ten times, more than a dozen men and women fell to the ground. They kept moving out, rolling and crawling, whimpering and begging for mercy.

"Hahahaha, you know how powerful I am."

After fighting off these people, Yan Junge looked in the direction where the copper coins rolled down, walked over, picked them up, looked at them carefully, and stuffed them into his pocket.

He turned around and walked back, wondering how Zhang Yiyan was doing.

It was still the same corridor as before, and the battle was quite exciting. Yangui had broken his right arm and was retreating steadily.

While escaping, he met Yan Junge who had returned. After comparing the two, Yangui decisively attacked Yan Junge.

The Yangui screamed, flew into the air and raised its claws to stab.

Zhang Yiyan took action decisively, forming seals with his hands and pointing directly at the enchanting ghost. The talismans surrounding him immediately shot out like sharp arrows, penetrating the enchanting ghost's body.

The ghostly shadow was stationary one meter away from Yan Junge, and its face was like a fire burning, turning into ashes bit by bit until it dissipated.

Yan Junge and Zhang Yiyan looked at each other in the corridor, and the latter suddenly snapped his fingers.

The red light disappeared, replaced by an incandescent light. The sweet smell in the air seemed to be weakening, until it could no longer be smelled.

Zhang Yiyan snapped his fingers again, and the men and women on the ground who were begging for mercy softened and fell asleep.

"Yan Junge, please support me. This place is not clean and there is a problem with the wine."

Yan Junge quickly walked to him, and when he saw that the person was okay, he nodded and immediately took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"In a word, thank you."

Yan Junge's expression was serious and his tone was sincere. His eyes looked at Zhang Yiyan for a moment. The latter took the rope, raised the corners of his lips, nodded, and put it back on his left wrist again.

Then the two of them returned to the private room together, where Meng Qiao was holding a pillow and dreaming about something, his movements were disgusting.

"Snapped"

Zhang Yiyan quickly took action and slapped Meng Qiao on the face.

Meng Qiao, who suddenly woke up, saw clearly the two people standing on the side, then looked down at the pillow he was holding, and quickly turned around to zip up his pants and tidy them up.

He stood up in embarrassment and coughed twice, "Master, what's going on?"

Zhang Yiyan finally turned his head and glanced at him, "Yan Gui is dead. I hope you will act honestly in the future."

After saying that, he and Yan Junge walked out of the box and waited for the backup.

"Really, really? Great, great!" Meng Qiao was surprised and happy.

Seeing the miserable situation in the room from the corner of his eye, Meng Qiao didn't dare to stay alone for too long and quickly followed the two of them. When he saw the scene in the corridor, he swallowed hard.

"Master, wait for me, Master..."

When the support people arrived at the scene, they were also shocked. The scratches on the wall, what kind of raptor could this be?

First, the unconscious person was sent to the hospital, and then various photos and samples were taken. Meng Qiao actively cooperated with the investigation and was busy until nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Yiyan and Yan Junge walked out of the bar and looked at the lights and feasting outside. Others did not weaken their enthusiasm for nightlife because of the situation here. On the contrary, their nightlife had just begun.

Yan Junge put his arm around Zhang Yiyan's shoulders and smiled brightly, "I haven't eaten this afternoon and evening, so I must be hungry."

"In order to repay your life-saving grace, I will take you to my treasured land."

Zhang Yiyan curled his lips slightly and nodded, "Let's go."

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The two took a taxi all the way to the street and walked for a few minutes to a small restaurant in the alley.

Zhang Yiyan raised his eyebrows, not complaining about such a small restaurant, and followed Yan Junge in.

There were a lot of customers at this time. When the boss saw Yan Junge and his people, he winked and found a seat for them. Opposite the small table is the refrigerator. Zhang Yiyan is sitting inside, with Yan Junge next to him.

"Yiyan, what do you eat?"

Zhang Yiyan looked up at the menu on the wall and said without thinking too much, "Signature deluxe fried noodles."

Yan Junge smiled happily, "Okay, boss, the signature luxurious fried noodles, and give me another fried rice."

"By the way, put less chili in the fried noodles."

"Okay." The boss responded with a smile.

Zhang Yiyan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, who chuckled twice, "I've had dinner with you a few times, but I still don't know that you can't eat spicy food. My observation skills are too low."

Then he took out a few pieces of paper and wiped the table, "In a word, although this store is small, it has enough ingredients and good taste."

Seeing him recommending it so hard, Zhang Yiyan just smiled and nodded, "I will definitely taste it."

Yan Junge didn't expect him to be so respectful. He held his chin with his right hand and turned to look at him, grinning with his big teeth and unable to lower the corners of his mouth. His left hand gently pushed away the broken hair on his forehead. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly retracted his hand, his heart beating frighteningly fast.

Feeling his movements, Zhang Yiyan did not do anything, but looked back at him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the boss coming over with two plates. The corners of his eyes were raised slightly, and he patted Yan Junge's hand and motioned for him to sit down. "The meal is here."

"Here, the signature deluxe fried noodles and the signature deluxe fried rice, please take your time."

"This is a side dish."

The shop owner raised his eyebrows at Yan Junge, quietly gave a thumbs up, and then left his work.

Yan Junge knew that he had misunderstood, but he did not point it out. Instead, he was in a good mood. He scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and brought it to Zhang Yiyan's mouth, "I'll give you the first bite, try it."

Zhang Yiyan paused and took a look at the fried rice. It was golden in color, with rice wrapped in egg droplets, green beans, shrimps, and shredded pork. No wonder it was luxurious fried rice.

He opened his mouth slightly and ate it, chewed slowly, and nodded, "It's really good."

Yan Junge looked at how many grains of rice were left in the spoon, took a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's delicious. I also ate at this restaurant accidentally and fell in love with it. I'll come over and order when it's empty." One serving.”

Looking down at such a large plate of fried noodles, Zhang Yiyan was a little embarrassed, "Yan Junge, give you half, I can't finish it."

He replied almost without thinking, "You eat first. If you can't finish it, give it to me."

Zhang Yiyan glanced at him sideways, nodded, and ate slowly. Even if he put less chili pepper in advance, he still felt it was a bit spicy.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Zhang Yiyan's mouth turned red. Yan Junge got up and went to the door to get a bottle of soy milk. He opened the bottle and inserted a straw, "Boss, add a bottle of soy milk."

The boss looked at him distractedly and said with a smile, "Boy, you are so considerate."

"That is."

Yan Junge walked back to the table and sat down. He handed over the soy milk and said, "Take a sip to relieve the spicy taste."

"Ah."

The red lips were slightly opened, holding the straw in the mouth, and the milky white soy milk was sucked into the mouth, finally relieving the sting caused by the chili pepper.

Yan Junge turned his head, swallowed hard, and continued eating.

After eating for more than ten minutes, half of the fried noodles were left. Zhang Yiyan picked up a paper towel to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth and began to concentrate on drinking soy milk.

"Don't eat?"

"I can't eat it."

"Your appetite is too small,"

As he said this, he took the remaining fried noodles and started to eat them. Zhang Yiyan tilted his head and looked at him with a faint smile on his lips, "Yan Junge, you have a really good appetite."

“The food tastes delicious too.”

Yan Junge swallowed a mouthful of fried noodles and looked at him, "Can I consider opening a mukbang? With my good looks, will my fans exceed one million?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha, I feel the same." A proud and flamboyant laugh.