Grandma Yun and Feng Yingying thought at odds with each other, and on the surface, one could act better than the other.

Feng Yingying also got the title of the queen of the film in her last life, but she didn't find the slightest bit about Grandma Yun's hypocrisy and grievances.

It can only be said that no matter how cunning the little fox is, he can't fight the old sparrows.

On the side of the road, Feng Yingying helped Grandma Yun to complain to each other.

On the road, Allah was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, and there was a beautiful black girl crying on her stomach.

This cry made the brilliant diamond eyes even more intoxicating.

In front of the two dogs was a white sedan, the owner of which refused to get out of the car, fidgeting in the driver's seat, biting his nails, breathing rapidly, and looking distraught.

When the wind came, I saw such a picture.

What about the traffic police?

What about the police?

This kid looks like he's done something bad and even eats something bad.

The pupils of the owner of the white sedan were dilated, his consciousness was illusory, and his sweat was like rain.

Feng Yin was seventy percent sure that he had eaten something bad.

Thinking of this, Feng Yin first dialed Officer Li's phone and reported her address without any further explanation.

Officer Li on the other side focused on trust, and after hearing the address, he took someone with him.

"Allah——— are you alright?"

"Wake up, don't scare me."

At this time, it is the performance time of the wind chant.

Wind groaned and rushed out of the crowd exaggeratedly, kneeling beside Ala, his back covering the crowd behind him, and a hand resting on Ala's head.

Ala, who was lying down, quickly opened one eye and closed it again.

The wind sneered.

It's hard!

In recent years, the dog's acting skills are better than hers.

"Allah—open your eyes and look at me!"

Feng Yin shouted exaggeratedly, stood up angrily, and rushed to the window of the owner's driver's seat.

"Bumper Bumper"

"Get off! You get off! You hit my house Allah, you don't even get out of the car, what do you want to do! ”

"Get out of the car, you get out of the car for me!"

Wind Yin slapped his palm on the car window, and the sudden sound startled the man in the car, and he looked at Wind Yin.

Those pupils......

Feng Yin's other hand moved quickly, and the top-level lock-picking skills reappeared.

The man in the car was frightened by the wind and was a thief, and subconsciously stepped on the accelerator.

Driving in this state completely disregards the lives of others.

"Dare to run!"

"Come down to the old lady!"

Feng Yin quickly opened the car door, turned off the fire with one key, and the car turned off.

The man was pulled down by Feng Yin with one hand, and the mobile phone in the man's hand fell to the ground, which was an interface that was talking.

"Hey——- where are you? Say the address! ”

Feng Yin pressed one hand on the man's numb tendons, and silently made a mouth shape.

The man was already dizzy, and with Feng Yin's intentional control, the man said the address into the phone.

The phone hangs up.

The man was tied to the wheels with a cable tie by the wind, the car key was pulled out, and so on.

"Allah—"

"Wind Groan—"

Grandma Yun's voice was inserted appropriately, faint and a little sad.

Feng Yin, who had been checking Ala's state, finally gave a ray of his gaze to Grandma Yun on the side of the road, and Feng Yingying.

But there is only this glimmer of sight.

This glimmer of gaze is so contemptuous and chilling.

Grandma Yun: This kid's acting skills have improved.

Feng Yingying: Exactly! The more distracted, the better.

Wind Yin: Sure enough, fooling people can stimulate my strength.

Three people, three minds, plus Allah who was seriously injured on the ground, can be regarded as a room of hearts.