In this wave of emotions, Zhou Yi felt extremely irritable, gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Hold on... hold on!"

Zhou Yi forced himself to endure this irritable emotion. He felt that his will could last for a few minutes, forcibly manipulating the body of "Lao Ma" and crossing the wall.

I could hear a young man lying on the bed in the next room, chatting with his girlfriend.

I heard their conversation vaguely.

"...Xiaoli, tomorrow is another weekend. Are you going to the city to watch a movie together? Anyway, I'm idle, so why not go to watch a movie. The science fiction films filmed in Daxia Country are said to be very good."

"Ah... It's so annoying. The cinema is so dark, so I won't go!"

“Or go to KTV and sing or something.”

"I won't go sing, hum. KTV is a lonely man and a widow."

"Then where do you think you're going to play?"

"Hotel, hehe~~"

When Zhou Yi heard the other party’s conversation, he felt his pupils dilate and couldn’t help but want to rush over and slap the other party.

Play? How can I do it?! Get up and work hard!

The anger value is getting higher and higher.

Remaining reason keeps yourself patient.

"Damn... If this continues, you will soon live in Bengbu."

This inexplicable anger is the innate instinct of this body.

When you see someone stumble, you will go crazy and want to whip the other party to advance. It can be described as crazy.

He was patient, patient, and his scalp was numb, as if there were ants biting everywhere on his body, and goose bumps all over his body.

Bear with it! Can't! Stop it!

Finally, I could only roar a few words in the young man's mind: "Try hard, why are you trying hard for me? Why don't you go to school? It's better to work hard and study hard. If you don't make money at this age, when will you do it?"

It feels comfortable.

It feels comfortable.

Every pore is comfortable.

It turns out that it feels so comfortable to scold people.

"Who, who is talking?!" After the young man was yelled, he was suspicious.

"What are you doing!" shouted the woman next to the phone.

"It seems that I heard your father's voice... Damn, supernatural incident, don't go to the hotel first, I'm afraid your father will catch it." The young man looked around and saw nothing.

"Coward, hum."

"Xiaoli, it's not that I'm timid, it's that their older generation has backward ideas. If they are really caught..."

Zhou Yi hid in the wall and eavesdropped, not daring to make random sounds anymore.

After about three minutes of eavesdropping, "Ma Baoguo"'s body changed again, and it became extremely painful, as if it was about to tear apart.

A moment of emotion in my heart, I quickly returned to my original nature.

After all, "thought" is just "thought" and cannot be separated from the human soul for too long.

Otherwise it will completely dissipate.

For the current Ma Baoguo, three minutes is a limit.

Three minutes is also the limit of Zhou Yi's willpower. If you control it for too long, you may be polluted by the fanatical emotions caused by struggle.

Zhou Yi was already very satisfied with the result: "The reward of stone slabs is so strong. No one would have thought that there would be a weird thing hiding in the wall and eavesdropping, even if it only takes three minutes."

"It's definitely the top detective ability."

A struggle to force "Old Horse" has so many functions. What if it is a more powerful and weird one?

"Is there another...can manipulate weird humans in the world?"

Zhou Yi was excited and a little tired. Seeing that it was getting late, he fell asleep in a drowsy way.

...

Until six o'clock in the morning, I heard a wave of calls in a daze, and someone was calling himself to get up.

An old voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Strive, life!"

The old voice was filled with a complex feeling of regret.

With the calls, Zhou Yi suddenly woke up from his dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw the old comrade "Ma Baoguo" lying on the head of the bed with a resentful look on his face. His turbid and pale eyes stared at him, and his two shriveled hands pinched directly.

Maybe it was because Mr. Ma could not attack the owner of the Sage Slate, and his two zombie palms were always around Zhou Yi's neck... about a millimeter away!

The hairs stood up, and they were covered in goose bumps.

Zhou Yi was in a bad mood!

When you see a zombie trying to attack yourself early in the morning, normal people will be frightened.

After a long time, Zhou Yi realized from this posture. After confirming that Lao Ma could not attack him, he roared in a low voice: "Damn it, why are you not a beautiful girl?"

If Lao Ma was as beautiful as his junior sister, that would be fine.

Now it's a terrifying zombie.

"The plan for the day lies in the morning!" Uncle Ma ignored Zhou Yi's complaints and spread his hands and said loudly, "Only those who struggle can reach the other side of happiness."

Although his appearance is old and ugly, he is like he is getting a hundred doses of stimulants. He keeps his neck-bottled with his hands and screams loudly.

"Are you also a salted fish when you are alive? You will have this kind of virtue after you die." Zhou Yi was a little unhappy.

Even though he knew that Mr. Ma was not wise, he still complained very unhappily: "You are called lenient and strict with others. You are a double standard!"

Seeing Zhou Yi lying on the bed with a silly look, Mr. Ma was very angry and began to nag some struggled words, which would convey fanaticism.

"I don't want to play with you now, but I don't want to play with you in the future. If I don't work hard now, I won't be able to achieve my strength in the future."

"Some people buy Land Rover at the age of 28, while others play games at the age of 28. The biggest obstacle to success is your own ignorance and laziness."

"Okay, okay, I surrender, I'll get up!" Zhou Yi was a little annoyed by what he said, so he could only bite the bullet, lift the quilt and sit up from the bed.

A little annoyed, but there is nothing I can do.

"I'll send you back to the space of consciousness later and let the stone slab suppress you."

In order to calm Mr. Ma's fanatic mood, Zhou Yi got up as fast as possible, washed up, and then went to the playground for morning exercises.

Seeing Zhou Yi running at high speed, Uncle Ma gradually calmed down and hid in his ears.

Psychics naturally need to exercise well. If the body is in a sub-healthy state, the psychic energy will not only not increase, but will slowly decline.

People with big belly cannot have too high spiritual energy.

Zhou Yi's body is quite healthy, and he can run it in just over three minutes.

While running, Mr. Ma's emotions were fully satisfied and he was always at peace. Once Zhou Yi's running speed dropped to a certain level, he became angry again, urging him to run faster and not to work hard there.

This guy is so dedicated, even a professional fitness coach is not so dedicated!

It took another half an hour, ran five kilometers, and had a small amount of sweat on his back, and another set of "fire tung fist" taught by his master.

There was a light "bang" sound, and the palm slapped on a sycamore tree, causing a faint heat.
Chapter completed!