Shen Mengyao knelt on the ground.
Five bright red finger prints are clearly visible.
Her peaceful and gentle image had become extremely embarrassed.
Shen Mengyao covered her face, her pupils shaking like an earthquake. She couldn't believe that the suitor who had been licking her for a long time actually hit her face hard! !
"Nice eyes."
"I like... your shocked and helpless look, like a rabbit being forced into a corner."
Yang Feng grabbed Shen Mengyao's chin with one hand, and his smile became more evil, but the emotion in his eyes no longer had the admiration and licking it once had.
plaything.
Shen Mengyao in his hands was no longer the goddess in his dreams, but a helpless and injured prey who was forced into a corner and could be played with at will.
At this point...the offensive and defensive momentum changes.
The status of the two people has completely changed, and the licking dog has simply become an evil ghost that makes the goddess tremble! !
"Send your good-for-nothing boyfriend to the hospital."
"What happens next is going to be very, very interesting. I really hope to see you alive again and give me more entertainment."
Yang Feng let go of Shen Mengyao's face, thinking that a horrific disaster would erupt in the world next, and countless twisted mutant monsters would tear apart civilization and order.
The fearful expressions of these people will definitely be very exciting and very interesting.
Say it.
Yang Feng turned around and left, gradually disappearing in front of everyone. It was not until the end that the people who were completely shocked realized what he was doing and picked up the phone to dial 120 for emergency and emergency services.
However... it will take a little time to send him to the hospital, inquire about the situation, and file a case for investigation.
In a few hours, they won't have time to take care of Yang Feng. The whole city will fall into chaos, the police station's phone number will be bombarded, and looting of supplies can be seen everywhere.
Premonitions of the end of the world are no joke! !
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"Only less than a day?"
Yang Feng walked on a secluded path, took out his mobile phone and looked at the time on it.
The end of the world breaks out, disasters rage, civilization collapses, and human nature degenerates... There is only one day left before the start of the Dark Age.
Too hasty.
If you have more time, you can raise funds, buy weapons, hoard supplies, and build a foolproof shelter.
"Hoarding supplies and buying weapons all require money."
Yang Feng's eyes flickered as he opened his Xinxin and Alipay software to check his account balance.
Horrible! !
He is just an ordinary person. He has just broken through the four-digit figure and may only be able to support it until the end of the month.
Yang Feng opened the internal loan software again, and his pupils suddenly tightened. He had already been heavily in debt, and his credit score prevented him from lending another penny.
"Did I lick to this extent before the end of the world?"
Yang Feng's heart is like a rock, as hard as steel, cruel and murderous, but it was not like this before the end of the world.
In order to please the so-called goddess, she went to all kinds of loans. Even if she borrowed money, she had to satisfy the small wishes that the other party occasionally revealed. '
"I should have strangled her just now."
Yang Feng almost crushed his phone to pieces, and at the same time lamented that he was so stupid before the end of the world.
Phew~~
Yang Feng exhaled a breath, his cold eyes flashing.
"I don't own property."
"I do not have a car."
"Without a mortgage, even a black-hearted second-hand intermediary can't get the money."
So realistic.
This is the most real situation.
Yang Feng is not a rich second generation, he is just an ordinary person, and he cannot spend a lot of money or hoard countless supplies.
Forced.
Dudududu~~
The phone rang, and the voice of my relative's second uncle rang on the other side of the phone.
"Yang Feng."
"Why do you have time to call your second uncle? How are you doing?"
Yang Feng listened to the cheerful greetings and said straight to the point: "Second uncle, I need some money."
money?
This word instantly made the second uncle on the other side of the phone dumbfounded.
The second uncle hesitated for a few seconds and said in a very embarrassed voice: "Yang Feng, your cousin recently bought a new house and it hasn't been renovated yet. We are also nervous!!"
Yang Feng's eyes became even colder, even revealing a hint of murderous intent: "When my parents were in a car accident, your relatives took away the inheritance."
"I need this money now, my own money."
Yang Feng's voice became sharper, without any regard for the other person's face, emphasizing that the money belonged to him.
It turned out... Yang Feng's parents died in a car accident early in his life. Due to his age, the inheritance was handed over to several relatives, but in the end it was divided among them.
Yang Feng, who used to be a bit cowardly, never mentioned this matter. Naturally, many relatives were happy to leave it alone and pretended to be confused.
"Yang Feng!"
"Why do you talk like this??"
The second uncle was on the other end of the phone, his voice seemed to be that of a different person, and he scolded: "In the early years, the money you paid for school meals, the money you bought for clothes, and the money you went to college for, weren't we all given to you??"
"Your cousin is buying a house and getting married. That is a top priority. What else is more important than this??"
"The money will be given to you sooner or later, but not now."
Yang Feng's eyes and pupils flashed with cold light. He listened to these words in silence, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"it is a pity."
"Your family has just lost the last chance to survive."
Yang Feng hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number: "Uncle Third, part of my parents' inheritance is with you, and now I want to get it back."
The third uncle was stunned for a few seconds, and then a voice came from the phone receiver: "You are such an old man, you should be sensible. Why are you talking to the elders, are you a white-eyed wolf??"
…
At the end of the phone call, we always end up unhappy.
Human feelings are warm and cold.
Greed is unlimited.
Yang Feng hung up the phone coldly. In fact, he didn't feel strange about the reactions of several relatives. They were just bugs that got into Qian's eyes.
The end is coming.
Darker, crueler, more ruthless, and more hateful things... will happen every moment, far more tragic than now.
When the time comes, hopefully they won’t come to plead with you.
"it's a pity."
"Originally I wanted to give them a warning about the end of the world, but now it seems... it seems more interesting to let them die tragically."
The corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, almost cruelly reaching his ears: "Since I can't hoard supplies, then let others hoard them for me!!"
Open the property group.
There are thousands of people in the apartment complex.
Yang Feng used a small account to add in, and then started to leave messages on the screen.
[Tonight at 12 o'clock, abnormal creatures invade, and disaster is about to break out. All owners are asked to stock up on supplies]
[Tonight at 12 o'clock, abnormal creatures invade, and disaster is about to break out. All owners are asked to stock up on supplies]
[Tonight at 12 o'clock, abnormal creatures invade, and disaster is about to break out. All owners are asked to stock up on supplies]
My neighbors stock up on food, I stock up on my neighbors! !
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The owner group quickly exploded, and the alt-account was immediately cleared out.
are you crazy! !
What kind of abnormal biological invasion, what kind of disaster breaks out, how come a lunatic got into the group of owners? ?
However... three hours later, everyone would change their minds.
The horrific and absurd things seem to have become a reality just as the news said.
Twelve o'clock at midnight.
The bell rang, something strange happened, and some kind of special change took place in the world.
The branches of the willow trees cracked and withered, replaced by long, thick, dark hair, blowing in the wind.
Wriggling tentacles, like a baby's white lotus-root arms, emerged from the soil and extended toward the sky.
sarcoma.
Some twisted tumors swelled and grew on the walls of buildings, in bushes and grass, on the sides of asphalt roads, and on the trunks of trees.
Disaster is about to break out! !
