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Yang Fann's hypnosis was actually just a half-baked thing that was figured out from Section Chief Lee's narration. He would not swing a clock the way he did on TV, nor use a bottle of mineral water as an auxiliary aid. He would only desperately stare at his own pair of big eyes, looking at the demoness with interest.

Witch already had a bad impression of Yang Fann, so when she heard his shout, she couldn't help but to look towards Yang Fann. Yang Fann was staring at her with his bright eyes, scaring her to the point where she covered her head with a blanket.

"Holy shit, what's going on?"

Yang Fann was stunned. This shouldn't be the case, it should be due to his godly skills. Yang Fann was stunned, it shouldn't be the case for the script to be like this, it should be due to his godly skills.

But what kind of rhythm did he have now? It seemed like his hypnotism wasn't effective at all?

"Comrade Little Chicken, let's not be so sissy. Please, gentlemen, look into my eyes!"

As Yang Fann said this, he pulled up the demon girl. Both of his hands were pinching his head, preventing the demon girl from moving. He had to look into his eyes.

The demon girl was on the verge of tears. How could she confess like this? She was just being tactful, but she really wasn't a bent guy!

He was not Psychopath Yang's opponent. What if Psychopath Yang got angry from embarrassment and insisted on going on the rampage after he was rejected, would his chastity end up in the Jade Spring Mountain Villa tonight?

She quickly came up with an idea: "Yang Fann, please don't be in such a rush. We can sit down and have a chat and cultivate our relationship. As the saying goes, if you're anxious, you won't be able to eat hot tofu.

Yang Fann was confused just now. Now, he was even more confused. It was just a square of confusion. He didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so why did he start spouting nonsense?

Could it be …

Yang Fann's eyes lit up, good guy, comrade Yao Ji is a great master with hidden depths, he can also hypnotize people, otherwise, what he said wouldn't make so much sense, it would sound very good just from hearing it, it would play with feelings, chat slowly, and be anxious to not eat hot tofu, listen, you have a lot of experience, National Trump Card is indeed not ordinary!

Yang Fann had one good point, which was that he was modest. He never thought it was shameful to ask others for guidance. If he didn't understand, then he would ask. That kind of ignorant guy was the funniest.

"Come, come, little chicken …" No, it's Comrade Witch, please tell me how to play with love, how to get into a better situation, and how to communicate with her in depth. Don't be stingy, just treat me as a test subject, don't worry about my feelings! "

Witch completely confused, even more confused than Yang Fann, oh my god, Psychopath Yang met in person, and even gradually entered into a better situation, even deep communication. Who wants to deeply communicate with a man like you, even if you beat me to death!

He only shook his head with all his might, using his actions to express his protest. Although he knew that his protest would not be of much use, he still had to express that he did not want it. He couldn't just obediently accept it and take it all on!

Thus, Yang Fann and Xia Ji, the two men, had chatted with each other for more than an hour but were still unable to get to the same channel.

Yang Fann believed that Witch was an expert in hypnotism, and the Witch believed that Yang Fann was a perverted man who had a lust for him.

In the end, it was Yang Fann who lost his patience. In terms of patience, it was often the strong side that lacked more. They wouldn't listen to me, so they would just use their fists to beat you up.

In front of Psychopath Yang, no matter how much she struggled, how much she struggled, or how much she protested, it was all in vain. Ah, it was better to close her eyes and bear the pain with her eyes closed.

"Open!" I told you to open your eyes! Do you hear me?! "

Yang Fann's anger started to rise when he saw that the demoness had closed her eyes. He didn't expect the demoness to be so conservative, wasn't it just a small hypnotism? What's so special about that? That awesome Section Chief Lee is probably a hypnotist, he's useless in front of me, what's wrong with your demoness being hypnotized? Do you believe that I will teach you how to be a human at any time?

If the grudges of a demoness could be weighed, it would at least weigh a ton. The surnamed Yang had gone too far, he was already prepared to not resist, yet you still forced him to open his eyes, could it be that opening his eyes while doing that kind of thing is very interesting?

Abnormal!

Too abnormal!

What a freak!

The demoness had no choice but to open her eyes in grief and indignation. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, and she looked as if she wanted to take advantage of him.

Unfortunately, Yang Fann's thoughts were not on the same channel as the witch's, so he didn't pay any attention to the spring water in the girl's eyes. He desperately used his red eyes to stare into the girl's two peach blossom eyes, stared into them, stared into them, stared into them …

"Ah!

Witch's mind was about to collapse. She had never seen such a perverted person, yet she kept staring at him like this. What was the point of not doing anything? Did she really know what she was planning to do? Just staring at him was enough to make him jump out?1

Yang Fann was indeed worthy of being called an abnormal being transformed by the space Spirit Spring. His eyes stared for more than ten minutes without blinking, and if he was a normal person, his eyes would already be sore and tearing up.

Yang Fann could take it, but the witch couldn't. This time, her tears were really coming down and her eyes were sore.

Psychopath Yang was so freaking abnormal that he could not even make people blink. Not only was he not allowed to blink, he was not even allowed to turn his eyes. How freakish was he?

However, what made the witch even more confused was that Psychopath Yang did not open his eyes anymore. This time, he should be more practical. Who knew that Psychopath Yang would actually turn around and leave … Leaving... Opened... "It's done …"

At this time, if one were to weigh the grudges of a demoness again, a ton of them would definitely not be enough, at the very least, they would be able to hold a medium-sized container. So what if you're playing with someone, you've already done that for me and I'm already mentally prepared, yet you just left without saying a word?

Alright, at this moment, the demoness seems to have forgotten his identity, gender, and sexual orientation. To think that there would be a sign of Stockholm Syndrome about to erupt!

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