Infinite Torture Evolution

"The Orientals I have met are either liars or thieves."

That person said in the usual discriminatory tone of Magnesium people against Orientals.

Lin also listened, her face became cold, and her tone became uncomfortable: "That's because your eyes are wrong."

The curly hair saw that this kid was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child, so he dared to smash himself like this in his own territory, and suddenly said angrily: "Dongfang, if you have a kind, say it again!"

"I'm sorry," Lin Yi said, "It's not the eye problem, but the brain."

That curly temper is inherently bad, if it wasn't for fighting here that would affect the reputation of this place, he would just go ahead.

But if this China guy takes advantage of this, how will I get mixed up in the future?

Not to mention anything else, the few companions around will also use this to make fun of himself for a long time.

He glanced at the companions around him, and he saw that the companions looked at himself and the China guy as if they were watching a play.

Those curly eyes stared at Lin Yi as if they were about to kill: "China guy, I'll give you a chance to take back your stupid words. Otherwise..."

Lin Yi smiled indifferently, and said, "How can the water spilled out if you say it be recovered? If you have a brain problem, you must admit it. If you admit it early and treat it early, maybe you can save it."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lin Yi's words made the curly-haired companions all laugh.

The curly face couldn't hold back, and he was completely angry, and blasted Lin Yi's nose with a punch.

All of the surrounding companions opened their eyes wide in excitement.

All of them are good deeds.

But here, due to the rules, I can only converge.

There has been no activity for a long time.

It's also great to see my partner beating people and having an eye addiction.

This Chinese guy is two times smaller than Curly, and Curly can teach him how to behave with one punch.

However, the next moment, everyone was stunned.

When the punch was only an inch away from Lin Yi's nose, Lin Yi suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the curly fist.

Then apply a gentle force.

Click--

The curly wrist was turned back one hundred and eighty degrees.

"what------"

The curly screamed like a pig.

Lin Yi let go of his hand and saw that his wrist was like a key chain. No matter which direction his arm was facing, his wrist was perpendicular to the ground.

Lin Yi smiled lightly and said, "Violence can't solve the problem."

Saying that his right foot suddenly flew up, bang——

The curls flew upside down ten meters away, and when they landed, they were already motionless.

All the people around looked at each other.

They never dreamed that this curly-haired Chinese boy with two small punches could solve the curly hair with one punch.

But none of these people are good people.

After the initial shock, they looked at each other, and then a bald black man yelled, "Copy guy!"

This is a garage and also a place for car repairs, where wrenches and iron rods can be seen everywhere.

They picked up these things one after another as weapons, and Qi Xiang Lin also waved them.

Bang bang bang bang bang-

In less than three seconds, everyone was lying on the floor in a rush.

Lin Yi shook his head lightly: "I told you a long time ago that violence can't solve the problem."

All those people complained in their hearts: Where is the violence? Where are we violent? The most violent person here is you.

At this time, in the garage, a handsome white guy wearing a brown leather jacket, who looked eighteen or nine years old, walked out quickly.

He glanced at the people on the ground, then looked at Lin Yi with a bad expression: "Who are you? Why are you here to make trouble?"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I know you are Johnny Blazer, the son of hot Barton."

"Nonsense, everyone here knows."

Johnny was dissatisfied with Lin Yi's act of knocking down all the people like Warehouse, and his tone was rather blunt.

Lin Yi smiled and shook his head, and said, "But not everyone knows that you are going to the appointment, and not everyone knows that the person you are going to the appointment is Roseanne Simpson."

There was a slight surprise in Johnny's eyes, but he still said in a bad tone: "This is my personal business. But as long as someone who wants to inquire about it, you can know, what's weird about this?"

Lin Yi smiled indifferently for the third time, and continued: "Yes, some people know. But I want to tell you something that everyone, even you don't know: If you go to the appointment today, you will get a bad News, and a good news. When you get home, there is a bad news waiting for you."

"Cut, what bad news is good news, are you talking about tongue twisters?"

Johnny looked dismissive.

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "You will know until tonight. If you need help, I will show up."

Turning around as he said, he looked like an expert, drifting away.

Johnny Quandang Lin is also a lunatic and ignores him.

After helping those in the Warehouse, they asked Curly to find a doctor.

And he himself rode his father's Harley Davidson to the appointment.

The next thing is just like a movie plot.

At the time of the appointment, Roshan told Johnny that her parents did not agree with them, and even moved to Texas, thousands of miles away, in order to avoid him.

Johnny, who heard the news, was immediately struck by lightning.

He grew up with Roshan since he was a child, and they can be said to be childhood sweethearts.

He has always regarded Roshan as his girlfriend, his destined woman.

Except for Roshan, there is no other woman in his eyes.

He always thought that Roshan's parents thought the same way.

Unexpectedly, Luo Shan's parents would disagree, and in order to avoid him, they even moved to Texas, thousands of miles away.

"No...no...no...Roshan, no...we can't separate...what should I do if I lose you?"

Johnny was a little lost.

Roshan's eyes were already filled with tears.

About half an hour later, Johnny seemed to break free from his despair and his eyes became clearer.

"Rosanne, I can't lose you, absolutely can't. No one wants to separate us!"

Roshan looked at Johnny, her eyes full of affectionate tears: "Then what shall we do? I will leave with my parents tomorrow afternoon. This may be the last of our lives."

"No, no, Roshan, you can't leave. If you want to leave, you also leave with me. Yes, with me, the two of us leave this place together." Johnny's gaze began to heat up.

"Then where can we go?"

"Anywhere you want to go. We go to all parts of the United States, to the world, as long as you want to go, I will accompany you!"

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