Chapter 33 Spray 2
Yingfengliilei himself is a bastard who wandered around after graduating from high school. Later, he learned about the profession of "navy army" in a group in Canada, and became a professional troll to make a living.
At the beginning, he just went to black people rhythmically according to the requirements of those who paid the money.
But slowly, he found the fun in it.
He found that every time he scolded the glamorous stars in real life, he always felt infinite satisfaction in his heart.
Yes.
What if you stand tall and hug in real life?
I don't still scold you on the Internet!
Because of this satisfaction, his scolding became more and more severe.
Sometimes, even if no one pays him to be a black man, he likes to go to Weibo to find someone to scold him.
This time he came to Jinli's Weibo, but no one organized him to come.
A woman like Jinli, in real life, is a goddess that he has never been able to touch in his life.
Sometimes he fantasizes that he will become prosperous one day and can do whatever he wants to these beautiful and bright female stars, and at the same time, he especially likes to scold them as actors on the Internet, secretly speculating that those popular female stars are betrayed. Body unspoken rules upper position.
Tears in the Wind can be said to be the epitome of the wretched keyboard warriors in this land.
At this moment, he was sitting in the dark low-rent housing, with various fast food boxes and empty beverage cans piled on the table, and looked at Jinli's reply with a sneer on his face.
He even thought that he would change some words later and scold Jin Li again.
As for your retribution?
Heh, he doesn't know how many people he has sprayed in the past few years. If there is real retribution, he will have retribution already on him, so can he wait until now?
Yingfeng sneered while holding up the beer in hand to take a sip, but he didn't expect the bottle to be empty long ago.
He cursed lowly and got up to go to the corner to get a few more cans.
As a result, as soon as he lifted his foot, he stepped on something he didn't know, and he fell backwards.
The low-quality computer desk couldn't bear the weight of an adult man, and after struggling twice, it fell down with a "click".
The back of Yingfeng's tearful head slammed into the broken wooden stick on the table, causing a sharp pain, and as soon as his eyes darkened, he lost consciousness.
...
Jin Li didn't know about these things.
But she knew that the guy with the last photo of P would not have a good end.
She privately chatted with the ten fans who won the lottery, and after getting their contact information and address, she sent the lucky charm.
Before she could wait for the feedback from fans, she received a call from the crew of "The Thrilling Uninhabited Island".
They were coming to pick her up for the shooting location tomorrow, and the staff sent her some precautions and reminded her to pack her luggage in advance.
When Jin Li took the special vehicle of the "Thriller No Man's Island" program team to the shooting location, in a rental house in an urban village in a southern city, the landlord found that the tenant could not be reached by phone, and opened the door to find a comatose person. Weeping in the wind.
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It took more than four hours to drive from the imperial capital to the uninhabited island, and the filming had already started from the car.
The younger brother in charge of photography and the accompanying staff suddenly faced Jinli himself, and were directly dazzled by Lise, who was three points more amazing than the retouched picture.