My Binocular Mutation: The Digitization Of Everything!

"That's natural. Our young master never takes a detour. In Yunnan, who dares to block our young master's path to South Tyrant?"

This shady middle-aged man began to boast.

This tone made Ye Jun's inexplicable black line.

What's the matter with this, it's like the second disease.

It's okay to read less brain-dead novels.

And this name, Nan Batian, sounds like a cannon fodder.

Still so arrogant?

Huh?

South Tyrant?

Ye Jun suddenly felt as if he had heard the name somewhere.

I can't remember it for a while, it seems that there are some big melons.

In the current Internet age, information is like a crucian carp crossing the river.

No matter how big the melon is, it will follow the crowd.

But Ye Jun was certain that this Nan Batian must have been impressed by himself.

And it's a bad impression, who is it?

Just when Ye Jun was thinking about his own business.

The sullen middle-aged man spoke gloomily.

"Boy, if you don't let go, we will even hit you to death with a car. In this realm, you will die in vain."

"Oh oh oh!"

Ye Jun suddenly realized this when he heard this.

I finally remembered my own.

It turned out to be that thing!

Ye Jun couldn't help feeling a little gloomy when he thought about it.

The eyes of the middle-aged man and the Lincoln extension car changed.

South Tyrant.

Why do I hear so familiar.

It turned out to be a major social news that happened a few years ago.

A major traffic accident.

A luxury car was in the city, and the speed reached 220 yards.

As a result, several people were killed at an intersection.

An old man, a pregnant woman.

I thought that the murderer would be severely punished.

but then.

This Nan Batian was finally judged to be mentally ill.

Finally, he went on bail for medical treatment.

I didn't expect to see him here.

Ye Jun remembered this for a moment.

Inexplicably a little emotional.

In fact, he really lost his name.

Nan Batian, with the same name and surname as a wicked landlord in China's history, is hard to forget.

Ye Jun had nothing to care about that year.

However, this idiot dared to disturb his sleep for such a small matter

Ye Jun also taught him a lesson.

"Well, ten seconds are up, I'm going to do it."

Ye Jun also ignored the threatening words made by the shady middle-aged man.

Just count your own time.

I just said that if I didn't go for ten seconds, I had to teach him a lesson.

This can't be said casually.

Man, do what you say.

The shady middle-aged man heard Ye Jun's words.

There was a mocking smile on his face.

Said coldly: "Boy, Laozi won't teach you a lesson today, don't you know how to write dead words?"

After speaking, he drew a spring saber from behind.

As soon as he pressed the mechanism, a cold, sharp saber was shot out of its scabbard. Moyue was as long as an adult's arm.

There were blood grooves and barbs on this blade, and it was full of murderous aura, glowing with cold light, and it looked very scary.

The middle-aged man took the knife and shook it twice in front of Ye Jun.

With a grinning grin, he said, "A pretty handsome guy, I'll scratch your face first."

As he said, the knife in his hand stabbed in along the car window.

Ye Jun watched the cold blade approaching him more and more, and he didn't mean to dodge at all.

There was always a faint smile on his face, and the golden halo under his eyes became thicker.

"go to hell!"

The shameless middle-aged man gave a sigh of relief, and the knife was about to be inserted into Ye Jun's right eye!

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's movements stopped.

He wants to keep sending the knife forward!

In this way, you can pierce the eyes of the handsome guy in front of you!

However, it is less than one centimeter away.

He just didn't move at all!

The middle-aged man found that his body no longer belonged to him.

He can now think for himself besides having a brain.

It is all instructions that occur in the brain, and any part of the body refuses to accept it.

It's terrible, what kind of magic did this young guy use?

The middle-aged man wanted to scream with horror, his face changed drastically.

Unfortunately, he can't.

He could not yell out, even the expression on his face remained the same as before.

Only deep fear and despair in his eyes.

Ye Jun looked at the tip of the knife close at hand, and didn't even blink his eyes.

Coldly flicked the saber with his fingertips, making it deviate from his face.

He smiled and said: "People have to pay for their actions. Do it yourself."

While talking, golden light flashed in his eyes.

This middle-aged man was completely controlled by Ye Jun's mind at this time.

Just to make him feel desperate, Ye Jun still retained his thoughts and consciousness.

"A big man, who speaks so badly, palms his mouth."

Following Ye Jun's words, the middle-aged man has slowly withdrawn his hand.

The eyes are full of boundless fear.

Want to resist, want to resist.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain.

He watched as he withdrew the sharp saber with his own hands.

He started to slap, and then started to slap himself in the face.

That is called a force.

I can't wait to take my head off.

After a while.

This man drew himself into a bloodshed!

Teeth broke all over the floor.

It looks pitiful.

I was still playing awe-inspiring here just now, now it's like a pig's head.

She slapped herself while keeping tears.

I was completely beaten and cried out by myself.

Ye Jun nodded in satisfaction, and silently recited a few great compassion curses.

"Nan Wu, Drink La Da Na, Duo La Ye Ye"

The middle-aged man on the side was so scared to death that he was about to die of pain.

Upon hearing that Ye Jun began to recite the Great Compassion Mantra.

It was even more so angry that the three souls came out of the body!

Don't bring such bullies, kill people with your left hand and copy the scriptures with your right hand.

Looking at Ye Jun's plain and kind face.

He is like seeing a ghost.

Only then did he realize how much trouble he was causing.

Ye Jun looked at this person and found that he was screaming too badly.

Suddenly a thought came to my mind.

The man soon discovered that he hadn't slapped himself.

The body stopped slapping himself.

But something that scared him happened.

His hand unexpectedly began to reach the saber that had just been placed.

Slowly!

He watched himself move this knife!

Slowly delivered it to his own mouth!

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