Sikong Lingge did not respond at all, his eyes were congested, and he looked like he was red in his eyes. He would throw whatever he caught--
Shower gel, cup, facial cleanser, toothpaste...
Fang Yiren tried his best to dodge, but was still hit by something and his arms became red and swollen.
Sikong Lingge kept throwing her, her expression was crazy.
The servants were completely shocked and did not expect that Sikong Lingge would become so powerful all of a sudden.
"Ba"
The bottle of hand sanitizer hit the forehead of the Chinese Fang Yiren, and a big bag quickly appeared.
The bottle was broken and hand sanitizer splashed out, making Fang Yiren's head, face and body full of paint, as if she had painted her.
Fang Yiren saw herself in the mirror and screamed, "Stop! You little woman, you are so brave, you dare to hit me!"
Sikong Lingge's mind was in a mess, so how could he care so much?
Keep smashing!
The east and the west flew towards Fang Yiren one after another.
"Ping Ping Pong Pong - bang - bang - bang - bang - bang - bang"
The sharp voices filled the room.
After Fang Yiren was hit several times in a row, she became completely angry and went to catch things, preparing to fight Sikong Lingge head-on.
result--
The things on the bathroom were smashed by Sikong Lingge completely, and she didn't even touch a toothbrush.
"Ba"
Something flew towards you again-
The nose of the Chinese Yiren!
"ah--"
The next second, Fang Yiren let out a scream like a killer, covered her nose, kicked Sikong Lingge with a trash can.
Sikong Lingge quickly avoided it.
Kicked wrongly—
The trash can rolled a few times and stopped at the servant's feet.
The servant looked down at him in unison, but there was no reaction—
Never seen Sikong Lingge suddenly became angry, and the servants were shocked.
Fang Yiren glared at the servant and screamed in anger, "What are you doing while standing there? Why don't you pull this crazy person out quickly!!!"
The servants suddenly came to their senses, came forward with all their might, suppressed Sikong Lingge, and dragged them out of the bathroom.
Fang Yiren let out a long sigh, casually sorted out the sticky hand sanitizer on her body, turned around, walked out quickly, and prepared to go back to the room to change clothes.
Sikong Lingge struggled and kept rushing towards Zaifang Yiren.
"Hurry up! Don't let her run away!" Fang Yiren screamed in fear, tremblingly retreating towards the door, his face pale, and there was no blood on his face-
She never knew that when Sikong Lingge got angry, she would be so desperate and hit people with whatever she caught, so that it would be completely impossible to resist...
Psychologically, fear arises in a conditioned reflex.
Without thinking, I quickly returned to my room.
The servant quickly brought bath towels and clothes.
Fang Yiren washed her hair, took a shower, changed her clothes, and then wiped her hair and walked out slowly.
The hands were still shaking slightly.
"Miss Fang, please keep your shock." The servant gave him a cup of hot tea.
Fang Yiren took it and took several mouthfuls hard, feeling much better.
The disordered heartbeat slowly becomes normal.
"How is the situation? That woman is still crazy?" Fang Yiren asked with a squinted eye.
The servant shook his head, "Sikong Hostel's mood has stabilized and he no longer yells."
Fang Yiren nodded and stood up.
"Miss Fang, although Host Sikong no longer yells, his mood is not completely stable yet. Do you want to avoid it first? If there is anything we can convey it..." the servant asked tremblingly.