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Chapter 156: Cunning(2/2)

"Let's go out to play at night, big girl."

A message came quickly over there: "You are crazy, my husband is back."

The young man replied with a smile: "In a word, are you coming?"

The other side seemed to hesitate for a moment: "I'll wait for you at the old place."

"I'll drive to pick you up in the afternoon, remember to take the kids with you." After the young man finished speaking, he put down his phone and the smile on his face became even brighter.

This is the woman he chatted with two months ago. She just got married and her husband has been working outside all year round.

The young man is a local, has a house and a car, has an easy job, and usually has a lot of time. He likes to hook up with women whose partners work outside the home.

This kind of woman is alone at home all year round, so she is inevitably lonely. As long as he can add her contact information, he is very sure of getting her.

It was indeed difficult to chat at first, but the young man was very patient. Women always feel empty sometimes. Who wouldn't get sick or something?

He first chatted normally and maintained a good relationship. Then, as soon as the woman fell ill, he immediately asked her where she was on the pretext of delivering medicine, and used this opportunity to come to her home to take care of her, fetch water, buy a meal, and get a hot towel.

When a woman is sick, her body and mind are fragile, and it is especially easy for him to take advantage of her. He then makes subtle innuendo, mentioning the coldness of her husband who is far away from home, thus suddenly getting closer to her.

I’ll talk about some special content later, and it won’t take long to get started.

Using this method, the young man has already used it seven or eight times, and he is very happy.

In addition, if nothing happens, young people will still go online to deceive people. Recently, he went to some childish online games to deceive children and destroy the accounts they worked so hard to play.

Just then, a message popped up on his QQ pop-up window:

"Uncle, you have spent all the gold coins I earned today."

"Please don't spend my gold coins, okay?"

The young man laughed and was so happy. After he got the child's account password, he watched the child earn gold coins in the game every day. He spent as much gold coins as the other party earned, and everything was ruined by him!

It’s so funny that kids can’t change their passwords.

He replied: "Okay, you bitch, take some pictures of your mother and give them to me, and I will spare you."

The young man put down his mobile phone with great satisfaction. Only in this way could he find some pleasure.

He held the mouse again and killed two zombies suddenly: "This game is really exciting. I like this kind of violence and blood!"

Jiang Ning was still standing behind him, staring at him coldly.

He is really the best scumbag...

Suddenly a voice sounded in the room: "Do you know what real violence is?"

When the young man playing the game heard the sound, he felt strange. He looked around the room and didn't find anyone talking.

"What is it? Pretending to be a ghost?" the young man shouted impatiently.

The chaotic spiritual power turned into a big hand, instantly covering the young man, pressing his head firmly on the table, making a "bang" sound, and the computer table shook wildly.

The young man waved his hands in fear and struggled to get up:

"What is it, get out of here, get out of here!"

Jiang Ning continued: "If you kill a zombie or a person with one shot, that is not violence."

"The real violence is when I put your hands on the cutting board and chop off your fingers one by one with a kitchen knife."

"This is called violence."

The voice fell.

The spiritual power dragged the young man out of the bedroom.

From the soundproof formation, there was a sound, either intermittent or continuous, miserable screams.

The mobile phone screen on the table suddenly lit up on its own, and a line of text suddenly appeared in the chat box with the children:

"I am Ultraman Justice. The bad guys have been punished by me. No one will log in to your account. Don't tell others your password in the future."

The windows on the ninth floor opened and closed, and wind and waves poured into the room. The beds, cabinets, computers, tables and chairs seemed to be blown by the strong wind and shattered into a pile of rags.

The spirit boat broke through the air and flew away.
Chapter completed!
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