At three o'clock in the morning, in the rental house, there was a mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray. Lin Yue clutched his phone, and the picture on the screen hit him where he felt most frustrated - Lin Yue outside the screen, the anger in his chest almost exploded.
"Ouyang Feng, that old lunatic! Who do you want to choose, but Xiao Longnu!" He roared and smashed the phone, "Yin Zhiping, you beast! You are a bitch who takes advantage of others' danger! And Yang Guo! You idiot, your aunt is almost being ruined, and you still learn martial arts from the old lunatic!"
The more he cursed, the angrier he became. He grabbed the hardcover version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" on the corner of the table and tore it apart. As the pages of the book flew around, a pale light surged from the cracks in the paper, swallowing him up instantly.
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