With the anger building up in his heart, Li Huan opened the door, went in, and closed the door. [26nbsp;] Ye Jia grabbed his hand, and Li Huan punched him. Thousands of years of accumulated humiliation, anger and resentment erupted like a torrent: "You...
Damn bald donkey..."
Ye Jia fought back hard, with sparks in his eyes, almost hoarse: "You kill me, you shot me a thousand years ago, now, tell me, did you kill Xiaofeng again? You killed her again? You
Want to kill her..."
Li Huan was stunned. He remembered what happened a thousand years ago. Ye Jia remembered it. No, it wasn't Ye Jia, he was Gaye. Who else but Gaye would look at him with such resentment? Just like a person who thought he was the only one in the world.
A person knew a certain secret, but the secret party actually woke up and remembered it? He looked at Ye Jia in disbelief and forgot to fight back: "Do you remember? Do you remember who you are?"
Ye Jia's angry eyes became a little dazed, as if he didn't know what he just said. Those words were completely blurted out without passing through his brain. He only felt a dull pain in his left rib, and there was no reason for anger and anger in his heart.
Resentment - Almost from the first time he met this man, he hated him for no reason and was deeply wary of him. Likewise, the other man was the same towards him. He put away his fists and glared at him fiercely.
: "Where is Xiaofeng? Did you kill her?"
Li Huan laughed wildly: "Yes, I killed her. I will also kill you, you shameless bald donkey..." Before he could finish his words, he had already taken action and punched again. His fist had not been hit yet.
When he came to Ye Jia, Ye Jia turned sideways and held his fist, and asked in a panicked voice: "What on earth did you do to Xiao Feng?"
"Kill, I'll kill her...I'll kill you too, damn you, you unruly bald donkey...Damn bald donkey..."
Fists fell like raindrops, and no one knew who landed on whom. The neighbor opened the door to take a look, and was so frightened that he quickly closed it. After a while, the two men who had hated each other for a thousand years separated breathlessly, each gasping for breath.
He was rude and stared at the other person fiercely.
Ye Jia did not continue to ask, turned around and left. Li Huan closed the door with a bang, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the mess in the room, feeling so depressed that he almost died.
When I woke up, it was already dusk.
Feng Feng turned on the phone and saw a bunch of text messages: Xiao Feng, where have you been? Why didn't you answer the phone?
Dozens of them, all with the same content. Strangely enough, one time, Feng Feng accidentally learned that Ye Jia couldn't send text messages. He didn't even know such a simple operation, and said that sending text messages was so complicated and there was something wrong.
It's better to call directly, why send text messages?
But where did he learn this from? He actually posted dozens of posts in such a rigid manner.