Chapter 1143: Don't Mess with the Mandarin Ducks

After sending He Shan home, back to Lazy God Island, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Yang Ji weakly planned to go back to the locker room to change clothes. According to common sense, his day's work for today is over, and it's time for Zhao Xiaopang to change shift.

But before she got out of the car, she saw Nan Ming jumping out, and Thieves asked, "How is it? Did anything happen between you and Sister Shanshan?"

"No!" Yang Ji waved his hands angrily, but Nan Ming held on to him and dragged him to sit down: "Don't be shy, tell me quickly, are you sure about the opportunity you've been dreaming about?" Live? What's the progress?"

Seeing Nan Ming's gossiping face, Yang Ji wanted to die.

Who told you that I miss He Shan day and night?

Which eye of yours saw that I have a crush on He Shan?

Mess up the mandarin ducks, you can't be so messy! What about your EQ? Do you have emotional intelligence?

Being dragged by Nan Ming to sit by the pond on Lazy God Island, the cool night wind blowing, facing Nan Ming's curious eyes, the street lamps in the distance swaying in the pool water, shaking Yang Ji's mind, that one In an instant, Yang Ji suddenly felt as if he woke up from some kind of strange dream.

Wait...how did I become like this?

Why would I become someone else's bodyguard, because of an order from someone else, I have to send that kind of scumbag home and be messed up?

I, Yang Ji, shouldn't I be fighting on the battlefield, playing with other people's lives in my palm?

I am obviously a man who has the power of fear, and can control other people's fear, other people's lives, and everything about others!

Why is it this unreliable bastard who can dominate and order me to do things I don't like to do?

As a man with authority, Yang Ji is actually very arrogant.

In this world, how many people can have authority?

Apart from Nan Ming (lazy), Chen Wei (evil domination) and Zhao Xiaopang (guardian), the only ones alive seem to be Miss Abi (incitement) and Sister Nan (slaughter).

Zhao Xiaopang's guardianship is used to protect Mr. Nan. Chen Wei's authority is still based on the card. Sister Nan's slaughter is only for butchers. From Yang Ji's point of view, how can these kinds of authority compare with him?

In this world, the only things that can make him afraid are Mr. Nan's lazy authority and Miss Abi's inciting authority.

Moreover, he felt that the authority between himself and Miss Abi was between brothers, and the only one who could overwhelm him was Nan Ming!

As the second strongest man in the world! He might be the second strongest man in the universe, how could Yang Ji have a crush on He Shan, a scumbag!

Wait, I'm the second strongest man in the world?

Thinking of this, Yang Ji suddenly trembled.

At this moment, the night is dark, and the Lanshen Island is quiet. The patrolling Lanshen security members have just passed by. By the deserted pond, only Nan Ming and Yang Ji are still there In the courtyard.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder. From the back view, Yang Ji, who was wearing a black security uniform, had broad shoulders and long back, sat there like a rock, several times larger than Nan Ming, and seemed to be able to hold him whole.

As soon as Yang Ji stretched out his hand, he wrapped his arms around Nan Ming's shoulders like an elder brother.

Nan Ming was still chattering and asking questions.

"Did you hold hands?"

"No."

"Did you kiss the little mouth?"

"What do you say?"

"Kiss?"

"of course not!"

"Oh, thanks to me for creating this opportunity for you..."

Nan Ming was still complaining about Yang Ji, but Yang Ji's hand was already on Nan Ming's neck.

Yang Ji has been in the military for nearly ten years. After retiring from the military, he has been exercising in the Lazy Gym every day. The muscles on his arms are as hard as steel.

Under his arm, Nan Ming's youthful figure was thin and delicate. With Yang Ji's big hand on Nan Ming's neck, he could feel Nan Ming's blood vessels beating under his smooth skin. By contracting your fingers, you can feel the fragile neck bone of the young man under the flesh and blood.

With his strength, as long as he pinches lightly, he can break this slender and defenseless neck bone.

Not much more difficult than pinching a mosquito to death.

Then...he is the most powerful authority holder in the world!

Thinking of this, Yang Ji's heart started beating uncontrollably.

The temptation of this idea is too great!

Almost subconsciously, his fingers were gradually tightening.

Just squeeze it down!

Yang Ji was never Zhao Xiaopang's kind of person, he was born with his own dark side, and his authority was also an extremely terrifying and powerful authority of fear.

He doesn't want to obey anyone, protect anyone, or sacrifice himself for anyone.

He is a born ambitious man, he doesn't want to stand behind others, he wants to stand on the top of the world!

Whether it is ruin or prosperity, it is under his own control.

But now he suddenly realized that he was so close to all of this...

As long as there is no Nan Ming, relying on his fear authority...

His fingers tightened, tightened...

Nanming suddenly snorted, to Yang Ji's ears, it sounded like a thunderstorm.

His hand froze suddenly, and he suddenly realized that in his hand, this person was Nan Ming.

A man with an incomprehensibly powerful "lazy" authority!

Will he fight back?

No, he has no chance to fight back... Now his life is completely in my hands!

I'm going to be the strongest man in the world in no time!

I pinch!

"It's comfortable, pinch it for me again." Nan Ming just moved his neck.

"Uh..." Yang Ji squeezed again, "Is that so?"

"Yes, pinch the back of the neck too..."

"Pinch your back too..."

"Give it a few more hammers..."

"Yes, the side of the shoulder... Phew... so comfortable... Yang Ji, your technique is very professional!"

"Of course, we will relax each other's muscles after training." Yang Ji heard himself say in a very doggy way.

Wait...what's wrong?

Suddenly, Yang Ji was a little confused.

what am i doing

Why am I pinching Nanming's shoulders? Didn't I want to crush him to death?

"Okay..." Nan Ming stood up from the river, stretched his waist, and hummed a few times comfortably: "Go back to sleep."

Yang Ji also stood up silently.

"Yangji."

"Um?"

"Come on tomorrow! Girls must be serious about chasing them."

"..." Yang Ji was silent for a moment, "Yes..."

"Good night then." Nan Ming turned around and walked back. Yang Ji stood by the pond for a long time, like a sculpture.

Suddenly gave himself two slaps, and then covered his face with his hands: "Coward! Trash!"

He almost became the strongest man in the world!

Nan Ming walked back unsuspectingly, and suddenly heard the voice of Lazy God.

Since the lazy authority has stabilized, the lazy God seems to be a little more active than before.

"Nan Ming."

"Um?"

"In the future, don't mess with the mandarin ducks."

"Why?"

"Because you might die..."