Do it once and for all! Staring at the fat dorm manager's fat back, Chang Ping quietly put his right hand behind his back and took out
. Do it once and for all!
Staring at the fat dorm manager's fat back, Chang Ping quietly put his right hand behind his back and took out the Desert Eagle.
When the fat dorm manager touched the door handle, Chang Ping's big gun was just aimed at the back of his head with thick curly hair.
"Don't blame me, you are asking for death!" Chang Ping muttered to himself and slowly pulled the trigger.
Suddenly, the door of the room opened from the inside.
Shen Xiu's pale and angry face was exposed.
The fat dorm manager was so scared that his fat flesh trembled and took two steps back.
Chang Ping hid the Desert Eagle behind his back like lightning, and at the same time stretched out his broad left palm to push the fat dorm manager to prevent him from stepping on his feet.
"Fatty, what do you want to do in front of my room?" Shen Xiu's voice was weak and sharp, her eyes were wide open, and she was aggressive.
Shen Fei's body has not been completely dealt with, and the fat man must not be allowed to enter the room.
Damn it! What is she doing? Chang Ping killed her nephew, and now she is desperately protecting him, turning her elbow outward.
She has to help! Once Chang Ping is executed, she will be poisoned and explode the next day. She can't die yet, she still wants to trample the bastard of the Fengxue family who once rejected her, and she wants to become the most powerful woman in the entire Glory City, she can't die!
"This... isn't Chang Ping's house? Your house is in the female tutor dormitory area?" The fat dormitory manager scratched his head and warned: "The college has regulations that male and female tutors cannot live together. Violators will be expelled from the college and will never be hired again."
And Chang Ping is not a tutor, so Shen Xiu's behavior is even more sinful.
There are so many noble sons who don't want it, but she wants a powerless poor boy. Did her head get kicked by a horned sheep?
The fat dormitory manager thought he had caught Shen Xiu's handle, and he straightened his back, was full of confidence, and held his head high, like a great general.
"Bullshit!" Shen Xiu scolded the fat dormitory manager back to his original form with just one sentence. He shrank his neck and was as cowardly as a turtle. "How can you see that I live with Chang Ping? I'm just helping him with his homework! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut off your tongue!"
The fat dormitory manager lowered his head and didn't dare to talk back, but he insisted on standing there and didn't leave.
When Shen Xiu's efforts were exhausted, the fat dormitory manager seized the opportunity and said, "There is a strange smell in Chang Ping's dormitory. As the dormitory manager of the tutor dormitory area of Shenglan College, I have the responsibility to go in and find out the situation. Sorry, get out of here!"
The fat dormitory manager clasped his fists and bowed, stretched out his fat hands to push Shen Xiu away, and forcefully broke in.
Shen Xiu panicked and looked at Chang Ping anxiously. She didn't expect that the dead fat pig would not fall for her tricks.
What should I do? What should I do? If they were discovered, the two of them would definitely be put in a pig cage. It's all Chang Ping's fault. Shen Fei came to cause trouble. You should have taught him a lesson, but you insisted on killing him. Now we are in big trouble.
Chang Ping patted her shoulders and signaled her to calm down. He showed the Desert Eagle in his hand. If things really reached the point where they could not be reversed, he would have to be ruthless.
The fat dormitory manager smelled the smell and walked to the table. Looking at the tablecloth spread on the ground, he frowned his thick eyebrows.
"What's covered under this?" The fat dormitory manager pointed to the damp tablecloth and asked.
His intuition told him that it must be something shameful.
"You will know if you lift it up and take a look." Chang Ping smiled mysteriously, and his right hand holding the Desert Eagle behind his back trembled slightly.
He could kill bad guys and monsters without hesitation, but he really couldn't bring himself to kill good people. He felt guilty.
The fat dormitory manager snorted, bent over, raised his orchid finger, and pinched a corner of the tablecloth.
With a "whoosh", the tablecloth was lifted up.
Chang Ping suddenly raised the Desert Eagle, pointed it at the fat dormitory manager's back, and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.
At the critical moment, Shen Xiu suddenly grabbed his wrist and tried his best to stop Chang Ping. Chang Ping put down his gun and looked at Shen Xiu in confusion.
She pointed at the ground.
Chang Ping looked in the direction of her finger and saw only a pool of yellow slurry on the ground. Shen Fei's body and clothes had all disappeared without a trace.
"Huh~"
Chang Ping hid the Desert Eagle behind his back and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thanks to Shen Xiu for delaying at the door just now, otherwise, he would have shot and killed an innocent person.
If there is a road to heaven, you don't take it. If there is no door to hell, you will come to it. It's not his fault that the fat dormitory manager died. It's just that he likes to meddle in other people's business.
"What is this yellow pool of stuff?" The fat dormitory manager turned up half of the table cover, half squatted on the ground, looked at the yellow slurry, and asked in confusion.
In the horrified eyes of the two, the fat dormitory manager stretched out his chubby index finger, dipped it in the yellow slurry, put it in his mouth and sucked it.
Chang Ping and Shen Xiu supported each other and almost came.
It was really disgusting!
"Puh! Puh, Puh, Puh!" The fat dormitory manager stood up suddenly and spat desperately. He glared at the two of them angrily and asked, "This... Who the hell peed on this? You have no sense of public morality! You actually excreted on the ground. Isn't there a toilet in the dormitory?"
Chang Ping and Shen Xiu looked at each other.
After hesitating for a while, Chang Ping stood up and said, "Sorry, I slept too deeply at noon, and I was so anxious that I was suddenly frightened by the sound just now. It just flowed out by itself, and I couldn't control it. I will clean it up now."
The fat dormitory manager wiped his mouth with his fat sleeves and silently watched Chang Ping take the mop and rag to clean the dirt on the ground.
He nodded, walked over, patted Chang Ping on the shoulder, and whispered in Chang Ping's super disgusted eyes, "Young people should know how to be moderate. Excessive indulgence will hurt your body. Remember what your brother said, it won't do you any harm." After that, he turned around and glanced at Shen Xiu.
Chang Ping's urine smelled like a dead person. If he continued to fool around with Shen Xiu, he would probably die.
Shen Xiu was present, so there were some things he couldn't say openly. He just hoped that Chang Ping could understand them himself.
After giving the advice, the fat dormitory manager put his hands behind his back and staggered away.
"Fatty!" Shen Xiu stared at the fat dormitory manager with murderous eyes, watching him leave with a fierce look.
She poked her head at the door and returned to the room after making sure that the fat dormitory manager had completely left.
"Hey! Do you think this fat guy really didn't notice it or was he pretending not to notice it?" Shen Xiu asked Chang Ping, who was cleaning up the crime scene, worriedly . She always felt that the fat guy was acting, deliberately stabilizing them first, and then secretly reporting to Ye Sheng.
"What do you think?" Chang Ping asked Shen Xiu with a smile, "No matter whether he noticed it or not, as long as we clean up the scene, no one can convict us without evidence. Don't be idle, go to the water room and get a bucket of water, let's clean the floor thoroughly."
"Okay!" Shen Xiu took out the bucket from the space ring and left the room obediently.
She often takes a bath, and there is always a bathtub and a bucket in the ring.
Chang Ping leaned on the mop and sighed: "Alas~ I was doing a good thing to punish evildoers, but now it seems like a robbery and murder. Where can I go to seek justice!"
He bent down, lifted the other half of the tablecloth, and prepared to clean the rest.
"Huh? This is..."
Chang Ping found something strange.