The corners of his mouth rose slightly, a smile was fleeting, as if he had thought of something, he raised his head, his eyes looked at the monitor hanging in the air, and the next moment, he blinked, his moist eyes swirled in his sockets, and there was a little innocent look in his eyes, looking at the camera, his mouth was slightly open, but he didn't make any sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The smile returned to his face, and a clear sneer was reflected on the lens of the monitor point, Leng Ji turned his head, bent over, and casually lifted the chair that Wang Chuan had sat in before.

Her arms were a little weak, but that didn't stop her from moving the chair along the ground with brute force, the rattan handle leaning against the thin iron wall, the lubricated surface in contact with the cold metal, as if she could break through the iron plate with a little exertion in the cold season.

The smile on the corner of his mouth did not dissipate, he just tilted his head, gestured to the position, and then touched the chair he had just moved, took two steps back, held the handle of the chair with both hands, and lifted the chair up with a force, and then, without pause, and with another effort, Leng Ji smashed it against the iron wall.

"Crackling" There was a cacophony of sounds coming from the room, like something was falling. Leng Ji looked up, and the light bulb that was originally hanging in the cage hit the blood stains on the ground, and between the splashes of glass, the unbroken wire was still flashing.

Leng Ji licked his lips, the light bulb in the cage flickered, and the roar of the zombies in the cage suddenly stopped, Leng Ji looked over, only to see it staring blankly at the falling bulb, the fierce expression just now was completely gone, looking up, Leng Ji only saw him looking at the flickering filament on the ground in a daze.

Leng Ji watched as the chair slammed softly against the iron wall, and then fell back to its place steadily, and the seemingly thin iron wall did not show a trace of damage.

Tilted her head, Leng Ji supported her cheeks, the situation was not so bad, and she didn't think that she could smash an iron plate so lightly at first.

It's just that this iron plate doesn't even have any traces of depression and deformation...... Maybe she didn't do it enough?

After thinking about it, Leng Ji took two more steps back, and the chair that had not been smashed just now was also pulled over, rested, and lifted the chair again. Only this time, Leng Ji deliberately put the feet of the chair towards the iron wall, took a deep breath, and then supported the chair with his arms, and then smashed the iron plate next to Pang Bi with others.

The "box" sounded, and then there was a loud bang. The chair hit the heavy iron plate again, this time, the sound was more crisp and neat, after hitting the wall, Leng Ji did not let go again, in the direction of the iron wall, the hand once again forced, and pushed over.

His fingers trembled, and he let go of the chair he was holding, and with a shaking, the frame of the chair fell to the ground with a thud.

Bending over, Leng Ji stepped forward and glanced in the direction of the iron plate by the dim light, and on the dark black iron plate, a small depression was faintly revealed.

Seemingly...... This is possible.

The corners of Leng Ji's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled again, turned his head, raised his eyes and looked at the monitor that was still flashing red, as always, the red light flashed under his eyelids, as if symbolizing that the person sitting behind the monitor was looking at him.

With a sneer, Leng Ji looked at the black camera, and it seemed that it was time to smash the high camera.

The chair is not too heavy, and after two strokes in the cold season, I feel that it is okay to stand on the bed, and it is also feasible to pick up the chair and smash it.