Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

Qu Yizhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became serious. He was no longer the foolish person he was before, but had a serious expression on his face.

She stepped forward with two thin and long legs, frowned slightly, her eyes were calm and somewhat inquiring. Finally, she stopped at the toilet next to the last toilet, which was the penultimate toilet.

In the bright toilet, the lights are bright, as if all the sins are hidden.

In this environment, Qu Yizhao felt a bit chilly.

The brighter the place, the darker it is, and the darkness is often hidden under the light. Who would have thought that there would be people trapped in the toilet?

It is impossible for someone to stuff someone into this toilet halfway, otherwise Qu Yizhao will definitely find out, so how long has this person been trapped here?

Although Qu Yizhao is now equivalent to deleting his account and restarting, he still has the knowledge and skills of a full-level master.

It should have been knocked out by someone else, and then thrown here, otherwise when Qu Yizhao came in, the other party should have made a cry for help.

The other party should have just woke up, and then heard the sound of water, sobbing for help.

Either this person is dumb or someone taped her mouth shut!

Qu Yizhao chose the latter without hesitation.

This toilet is a utility room, and there are all kinds of messy brooms and mops piled up in it. It is reasonable to say that people cannot stand!

"Boom boom boom"

Qu Yizhao grabbed the doorknob and shook the dark blue toilet door vigorously, and the door clanged with Qu Yizhao's vigorous movements.

Damn it!

Qu Yizhao didn't dare to kick the door, she was afraid that the person was just behind the door, and if the other person was injured, her actions would undoubtedly make the other person's injury worse.

Forming a fist with his right hand, he slammed the door bitterly, Qu Yizhao took a breath.

With just one punch, Qu Yizhao's fist swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, which is enough to prove how hard Qu Yizhao hit.

And Qu Yizhao's painstaking efforts were not in vain, she punched down a few times, and the toilet door also changed a little, the crack in the center of the door was like a spider web, and it was slowly spreading towards the surroundings.

Wang Sheng and his son at the door of the men's room heard the sound of the women's room, looked at each other, and got an affirmative answer from each other's eyes.

So the two walked towards the women's toilet lightly.

Wang Sheng leaned against the wall and peeped his head twice, only to see a tall and thin boy in a long black trench coat slamming on a door.

Hey, isn't this the little guy?

Thinking of this, Wang Sheng couldn't help moving, and with this movement, Qu Yizhao realized that someone was coming.

Qu Yizhao frowned, his voice was slightly cold, "Who?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Qu Yizhao squinted his eyes.

The long and narrow eyes were as dark as two black pearls, and also like two small mercury beads, with a cold and dull color passing through them.

Although Wang Sheng didn't understand why Qu Yizhao was going to hammer the door, he felt that the other party should have some reason.

Wang Sheng came out, and Wang Lexuan followed Wang Sheng out.

Qu Yizhao looked at the pair of father and son who looked quite similar, there was no warmth in his long and narrow eyes, and his expression was indifferent.

Raising his head slightly, his broken hair brushed the corners of his eyes lightly, Qu Yizhao turned back, "Why are you here?"

Wang Sheng is now more interested in what Qu Yizhao wants to do than letting Qu Yizhao join the shooting team.

Wang Sheng looked at Qu Yizhao as he continued to hammer the door, and asked, "What are you doing?"