The man's anger was still lingering, so he picked up a chair nearby and threw it at Yun Yan. Yun Yan had no time to hide and was hit hard. The leg of the chair hit his forehead. The skin and flesh split instantly and blood dripped down his cheek. He didn't even bother to stand up, he just curled up and shrank back, shouting loudly: "Wrong, wrong... Stop hitting, stop hitting, if you hit again... Someone will die."
"Wrong?" The man sneered, "You still have the nerve to say it was wrong?"
Yun Yan didn't stand up until the chair could no longer reach him, his eyes wandering.
"Wrong?" The man sneered, "You still have the nerve to say you were wrong? Look at what you have done? Is this how you repay us?"
Yun Yan was hit so hard that he felt dizzy, his head was buzzing, his lips were moving, but he couldn't say a single word.
"Get out, get out of here!"
When Yun Yan heard this, he almost laughed. He pretended to be sad and ran out, fearing that the man would regret it. But before he ran very far, his eyes suddenly turned black.
"I can't do it, I can't do it... Take a rest, it hurts me so much." He sat down on the roadside with a grin on his face. Yes, he was kicked out of the house again.
Blood flowed from his forehead to his face, and he picked up the corner of his clothes and wiped it randomly. The black clothes and blood were mixed together, but nothing could be seen.
"Fortunately, I was wearing black clothes," he secretly rejoiced. "Otherwise, if someone saw me covered in blood, they would have thought I had escaped from a mental hospital... Although it's almost the same now."
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