Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Wang Qiang is 30 years old this year, an unemployed vagabond. He goes out to work during the day to make money, and drinks and plays games at night to watch live broadcasts of beautiful women.

His favorite female anchor is Bai Yiyi.

Bai Yi artist Mei Ge is sweet and kind-hearted, and Wang Qiang is madly obsessed with her. If he can earn 3,000 yuan a month, he is even willing to give 2,500 yuan to Bai Yiyi.

Listening to Bai Yiyi's gentle words in the live broadcast room, "Thank you Brother Qiang for the flight reward, alright", Wang Qiang felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

He is the number one fan of Bai Yiyi. In the past two years, he has rewarded Bai Yiyi with nearly 100,000 yuan.

"Brother strong local tyrant!"

"Brother Qiang is so generous, he must be a rich man."

"Brother Qiang, I want to give you a monkey!!"

Every time Wang Qiang rewarded Bai Yiyi's plane and rocket, the live broadcast room was full of shocking praise. On the other side of the screen, Wang Qiang, who was eating instant noodles and living in a dilapidated rental house, always had an indescribable sense of vanity.

However, in the past two days, he learned that his goddess Bai Yiyi was actually harassed by Kid!

In the live broadcast room, Bai Yiyi cried so hard that she poured out her tragic experience. Wang Qiang was furious when he heard it, how could he see his beloved goddess being insulted by a trash anchor?

Wang Qiang was also a gangster and decided to avenge his goddess. He tried every means to find out the address of Kid Lin Xiaozhou, lurking in secret, waiting for Lin Xiaozhou's return to give him a fatal blow.

Wait, wait, waited around the house for four days, Wang Qiang finally waited for Lin Xiaozhou to return!

There was a grim smile on his face, aren't you a game anchor? I will break your hand!

You will never be able to play games in your life!

The sharp knife flashed out, and the cold light suddenly appeared.

"Trash anchor, go to hell!"

How could Lin Xiaozhou expect that there was still an ambush in the house, but before he could react, he was suddenly thrown aside.

Zhao Yan had been a soldier in the army before and had a natural sense of danger. At the critical moment, he pulled Lin Xiaozhou away and kicked Wang Qiang's stomach.

With a bang, the skinny Wang Qiang was kicked to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The dagger in his hand fell to a place more than ten meters away.

Lin Xiaozhou was terrified!

Zhao Yan didn't say a word, and his feet fell neatly again. Wang Qiang heard the sound of his bones breaking, and his mouth was full of blood, and he screamed in pain.

"Forgive your life! Don't fight!"

"I'll die if you hit me again"

Lin Xiaozhou was afraid of killing someone, so he quickly grabbed Zhao Yan, who was covered in black anger, "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, don't fight for now, I'll call the police, and I'll deal with it when someone comes."

Only then did Zhao Yan stop.

God knows, he almost had the idea of ​​killing this bastard just now!

Even more fearful, if he didn't accompany Lin Xiaozhou back today, Xiaozhou's thin arms and legs would have been given to this gangster long ago.

"Old Zhao, you have to forgive people and forgive them." Lin Xiaozhou couldn't bear to see the bastard with blue nose, swollen face and blood at the corners of his mouth. "You knocked out all the teeth—hey? What happened to your hand, Lao Zhao?"

Only then did Lin Xiaozhou notice that there was a shallow scratch on Zhao Yan's right arm. Zhao Yan was wearing a black suit shirt. At this moment, the shirt on his arm had been cut open by a knife, and bright red blood was flowing.

Lin Xiaozhou and Xiaojun's face froze.

A nameless red flame instantly ignited a prairie prairie.

Lin Xiaozhou was so angry that his curly hair exploded, and he scolded a sloppy mess. He picked up the broom at the door and hit Wang Qiang with a bang, his eyes were on fire and he scolded:

"Your uncle's! I scratched my old Zhao's arm, you are sick!"

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