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Noticing Feng Yin's face, that person was not at all afraid, but his eyes were full of playfulness.

He stretched out his hand and patted Feng Yin's face, "You are a woman, who is showing you this gesture?"

In the next second, he watched his hand fall to the ground, and the pain followed.

"what!!"

The shrill scream passed through the door, and many players heard it.

Some people looked towards Feng Yin with their heads, while others were indifferent.

Song Qi also heard the screams in the living room, and frowned slightly.

Lin Jiahui was taken aback and couldn't help but say, "What happened?"

Song Qi felt that it was not a good thing after all.

"Slut!" The player whose hand was cut off cursed angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Feng Yin full of hatred.

He didn't even see what it was, the whole hand was broken, and the cross section was very smooth.

Feng Yin smiled, blood sprayed on her clothes, and she slowly took a butterfly knife out of her backpack.

"I've been sharpening the knife that cut your hand every day, but I didn't expect the effect to be quite good."

In fact, what was broken was not the arm, but the palm. The palm was severed from it, and only half of the thumb was left. The severe pain made him squat on the ground unable to move, and could only grit his teeth.

Feng Yin slowly poked the butterfly knife into the man's shoulder, "Look down on women?"

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even use his golden finger, and he had to deal with the wound first.

With that in mind, the man was already preparing to escape.

Feng Yin poked the butterfly knife inside and stirred it viciously.

A few more screams.

"I hate people mentioning my gender the most." Feng Yin had deep disgust in his eyes.

Feng Yin has short hair, looks delicate, and has been wearing loose clothes. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell that she is a girl, not to mention that she is so ruthless.

The player who originally wanted to humiliate Feng Yin was panting, his face was red and his neck was thick, blood was dripping down.

He stood up abruptly, rushed out the door, Feng Yin played with the bloody butterfly knife and laughed wantonly.

"It seemed like I yelled a few more times just now." Lin Jiahui said hesitantly.

With such a commotion, she was a little afraid to go back.

"You should stay here first, if you really can't stay here at night, I hear it's a little unsafe outside." Song begged Lin Jiahui to stay.

Lin Jiahui nodded quickly.

That Fengyin gave her the first feeling that she was too crazy. The player who just went in to trade with her screamed one after another, and no one dared to look at what happened.

The man whose hand was severed ran to the hospital overnight and used the money left on his body to treat the wound.

Players who had the guts to come out and watch, happened to see the man with the severed hand, and Feng Yin who was smiling strangely in the room.

Now, among the players, many people know that Feng Yin is not easy to mess with, and may have mental illness.

Song Qi heard about Fengyin hurting people when he was at work the next morning.

She wasn't surprised, after all, Feng Yin cut off the head of the setting sun without blinking, and placed it at the exit of the Third People's Hospital of Jiangcheng.

In this happiness community, there are a few players that Song Qi is familiar with, Feng Yin is one, and the other is Qi.

Qi looked a lot more low-key than before, and his whole body was much thinner, looking quite different from before.

Song Qi only recognized it after meeting her twice, but Qi didn't look at her.

It seems that before the revenge started, Qi has already started to suffer, Song Qi thought helplessly.