In the dungeon game, I influence all monsters with my strength

The indifferent wind shuttled unbridled through the streets. Jiang Yingbai closed the curtains to block out all the gloomy atmosphere. She picked up the glass on the bedside and drank some water, then fell down and began to sleep.

It started to rain at 9 o'clock in the evening, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

The strong wind chases the heavy rain, and the heavy rain chases the strong wind. The wind and rain join forces to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is covered in rain.

Jiang Yingbai woke up at this time. She pulled out a mask and a piece of rope from the drawer, found the umbrella, picked up the baseball bat in the corner and went out.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yingbai arrived at a building. She stared closely at the fourth floor, which was Hong Mao's home.

Lin Moran was definitely not willing to be threatened by Hongmao, so Lin Moran must have found someone to watch Hongmao, and she wanted the recording in Hongmao's hand, so she would not let Hongmao go.

Hongmao will definitely not stay at his home at this time, otherwise he will run away tonight, or run away tomorrow morning, because he said he would meet Jiang Yingbai tomorrow.

At ten o'clock, the lights finally turned on in Hongmao's house. After more than ten minutes, the corridor lit up with incandescent lights, and the red-haired man was particularly dazzling under the bright lights.

Jiang Yingbai dropped her umbrella and ran quickly to the place where Hong Mao would pass by. She found an inconspicuous corner and squatted down. She held the baseball bat tightly with both hands, thinking about how to hit her later. fatal.

"Tap tap tap."

"Tap tap tap."

The footsteps were getting closer and louder. Jiang Yingbai moved her whole body one step closer to the corner until she was sure that her body was completely hidden in the night. She whispered: "Come on." ”

When Hong Mao passed by Jiang Yingbai, Jiang Yingbai knocked him to the ground with a swoop, and then put his legs on Hong Mao's back to prevent him from standing up. Before he could react, Jiang Yingbai took out The rope in his pocket tied his hands tightly, and then with lightning speed, he held a baseball bat against his head.

A set of movements was performed smoothly, and the whole process took less than 4 seconds. Hong Mao couldn't help but suspect that the person behind him must have practiced it many times.

"Jiang Yingbai?" Hongmao called tentatively.

Jiang Yingbai didn't know how he recognized her, and she didn't care about it.

Jiang Yingbai lowered her voice. Only her eyes were exposed in the darkness, "Record it for me."

"No," Hongmao refused without thinking.

"Give it to me!" Jiang Yingbai raised his voice slightly, and the baseball bat on his head gave him a sharp poke.

So the two of them argued for a long time, but Hongmao really didn't expect that Jiang Yingbai looked so thin and tall, but was so strong.

"No!" Hong Mao was still stubborn.

"Believe it or not, I will blow your head off right now!"

"Jiang Yingbai, you're a madman," Hongmao tried to free his hand, but it was no use.

"So what?! If you don't give it to me, I will destroy you now!" Jiang Yingbai grabbed his arm from behind and pressed him on the head.

There was a click, the sound of a joint being dislocated.

Sensing that Jiang Yingbai might be serious, Hong Mao was a little panicked, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "Jiang Yingbai, do you know that it is illegal for you to do this, and you will go to jail if you are discovered."

"Aren't the things you did illegal?!" Jiang Yingbai shouted at him. The rain was pouring down. Jiang Yingbai was soaked, but she didn't care. In the rainy night, Jiang Yingbai's emotions almost lost control. She Continue shouting:

"Isn't it illegal for her to plagiarize me?"

“Isn’t it illegal for you to bully me online?!”

“Isn’t it illegal if you lead someone to beat me up?!!”

"Am I crazy? If it weren't for you! Would I be like this?!" Hong Mao didn't speak. He wanted to look back at Jiang Yingbai's expression and see if she was crying. Her last voice was trembling, but Jiang Ying Bai held his head tightly, and he couldn't move at all.

He suddenly realized that Jiang Yingbai had never been a sheep to be slaughtered. All her silence and tolerance were just waiting for the opportunity to explode.

Just like this weather, there is a turbulence hidden under the calm.

He was silent for a while and then said: "I have a voice recorder in my left pocket. Take it away. If you can, let her go. She was also confused for a moment."

Jiang Yingbai ignored him, took out the recorder and listened, and then let him go after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Before leaving, Jiang Yingbai picked up the baseball bat and hit Hong Mao's stomach hard several times.

Hongmao sat on the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a painful expression on his face, and yelled at Jiang Yingbai, "Jiang Yingbai, you are a lunatic!!"

"Be more honest from now on," Jiang Yingbai looked at him condescendingly. Hongmao could only see Jiang Yingbai's eyes. The coldness in her eyes was overwhelming, and she hit his head a few times with a baseball bat.

Hong Mao retreated subconsciously, he was afraid of her.

…………

As the sun rises in the early morning, the rain disperses and the fog disappears, and the fresh air rushes towards you.

The sun shines on the earth, and a new day has arrived.

Jiang Yingbai walked on campus, holding a recording pen in her hand, and went straight to the broadcast room. If she remembered correctly, today's announcer was Lin Moran.

The door was unlocked, and Lin Moran was sitting on a chair leisurely touching up her makeup. Jiang Yingbai moved closer and straightened his hat.

Lin Moran heard the footsteps and looked up lazily, "Hey, isn't this Jiang Yingbai? Is the injury healed?"

Jiang Yingbai took off his hat and revealed a cold face, with clear and bright pupils, curved eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, so white that he looked sickly, and his thin lips were as delicate as rose petals.

Jiang Yingbai raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Yes, I'm still alive thanks to you."

"What does it have to do with me?" Lin Moran took the powder and patted her face gently without looking at Jiang Yingbai. "I'm going to broadcast now. Can you please get out now?"

Jiang Yingbai walked to her side, took out the recording pen, pressed it, and a voice came out from it.

"Momo, that novel...you copied Jiang Yingbai, right?"

It was a somewhat frightened and tentative tone.

Then Lin Moran's voice came.

"What's wrong with me? I just published her novel. Wouldn't she write something else herself?"

"Can……"

"Huh? Do you have a question?"

"No, no, no, I didn't, I didn't. Mo Mo, you just helped her publish the novel. They don't believe that Jiang Yingbai has anything to do with you. Mo Mo is right!"

"This is the right thing to do."

.........

Hearing this, Lin Moran couldn't help it anymore. She threw the powder aside and rushed to Jiang Yingbai. She raised her hand and wanted to slap Jiang Yingbai, but Jiang Yingbai caught it with one hand.