Chapter 1717 Bullying My Granddaughter? Stop Pretending! I’m Going to Show My Cards!

Lin Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

Lin Yuan's tone seemed to have a kind of magic, which made all the grievances she had suffered during this period surge into her heart, and she nodded pitifully.

"Yes, just because I refused to accompany him to drink, he joined forces with the company to suppress me."

As soon as she said it, Lin Qingyan regretted it.

Because even if she said this, it would probably be useless, and it would only make the old man worry about her.

But she didn't know what was going on. Just now, she felt a blank in her mind, and she subconsciously said what was in her heart.

At this time.

The air in the rental house suddenly became a little cold.

Lin Yuan looked at the screen with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "Little kid, you dare to bully my only bloodline in the world, you are very brave."

As soon as these words came out.

The few water friends in the live broadcast room were stunned for a moment.

Because Lin Yuan, with a gloomy face, exuded a sense of oppression that made them all hairy.

At first glance, it really looked a bit similar to the figure in Lop Nur!

"Fuck, who the hell are you?"

The young man with sunglasses is the manager of Lin Qingyan's guild. In addition, he holds a lot of resources from the rich big brother, so he has always been the only one who can bully others.

I didn't expect that today, there would be an old man who dared to say that to him in front of so many fans?

"Old man, I gave you face, didn't I?"

"What's wrong with me bullying your granddaughter?"

"You old thing, do you really think you are a dish?"

"And you, Lin Qingyan, will come out to accompany the big brother sooner or later. Do you really think you are so noble?"

The young man slapped the table angrily, and roared at the camera with bulging veins, "I am timid and bold, what does it have to do with you, old man?"

"Well said!"

"That's right! Some old men are so annoying that they take advantage of their age!"

"Brothers, vote! Let the other side see something real!"

When the Shark platform is connected to the microphone, the fans on both sides can chat together, and many people immediately echoed the barrage.

When Lin Qingyan saw this scene, her face turned pale with anger.

"You've gone too far!"

"No matter what grudges there are between me and the guild, you can't talk to an old man like that!"

Lin Qingyan's face turned pale, and her eyes were red.

"My dear granddaughter is right."

Lin Yuan's expression remained calm, and he just said slowly, "Someone disrespects his elders and swears, and he really deserves to be beaten."

"Fuck, what are you talking about, old bitch?"

"If you have the guts, come and hit me across the screen!"

The young man in sunglasses was even more disdainful after hearing this, and he looked at the screen with a sneer and directly raised his middle finger.

Lin Yuan sneered, "You want to be beaten, then I will grant you that."

After that.

He slowly raised a hand in the direction of the screen.

"What is this old Deng doing?"

"Fuck, is this old man Azilheimer's disease acting up?"

"He doesn't really want to hit people through the screen, does he?"

"Who in the family knows? Today I met a low-level old Deng who actually wanted to hit people through the computer screen!"

The fans of the young man in sunglasses were swiping the screen in the live broadcast room.

Lin Yuan ignored these sarcasms at all. As he slowly raised his palm, a semi-transparent invisible ripple spread from him.

This ripple was very hidden, and the fans watching the excitement in the live broadcast room almost didn't notice this detail.

This is the divine consciousness.

It is the power that belongs only to the immortal cultivators.

The moment Lin Yuan's divine consciousness opened, it enveloped the entire Jiangcheng, and locked onto the young man on the other side of the screen from an office building in Jiangcheng.

The next second.

Lin Yuan raised his palm high and instantly fell in the direction of the computer screen.

Snap——! !

A crisp slap suddenly sounded from the live broadcast room.

This voice made everyone stunned.

Because.

The voice did not come from Lin Qingyan's live broadcast room, but from the live broadcast room of the young man in sunglasses!

"Ah——!!"

The young man in sunglasses, who was still showing the middle finger just now, suddenly staggered. The next second, his left face was swollen and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered!

"Fuck?!"

"What happened?"

"Did that pretentious guy really get beaten?"

"Is it true?"

"Fuck, this is too fake?"

After a short silence, the live broadcast room was immediately flooded with countless barrages.

The dense barrages almost completely covered the screen of Lin Qingyan and the young man in sunglasses.

However.

Lin Yuan had no intention of stopping.

"The last slap is for you to speak without restraint."

His hand was raised again, and another slap fell, "This slap is for you to plot against my good granddaughter."

Snap——

A crisp slap sounded.

The right side of the young man's face also swelled up, and instantly became symmetrical with his left side.

"What...what's going on?"

"Did I see a ghost?"

The young man in sunglasses was stunned by the two slaps, and it took him a long time to react. His face was burning with pain, and even the corners of his mouth were faintly bleeding.

"It's not a ghost, I just fulfilled your wish."

Lin Yuan spoke slowly with a calm expression, "You said it yourself, let me follow this network and line to beat you, you asked so sincerely, I had to satisfy you."

"You fart!"

The young man in sunglasses was furious. He couldn't figure out what happened, but how could he, a big anchor with tens of thousands of fans, endure such humiliation?

Snap——

As soon as the voice fell.

Another slap fell.

This time.

The whole face of the young man in sunglasses became bloody!

Lin Yuan raised his hand again. This time, the young man in sunglasses and the netizens who had just mocked him in the barrage, all couldn't sit still.

"Fuck, this old man is not really a god, is he?"

"I've lived a long time, I didn't expect that someone could really beat people along the Internet cable! The old man is not really a hermit, is he?"

"The upstairs, didn't you two just call the old bitch to log in?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I didn't! I'm a ten-year old fan of the old man!"

"Please teach me, I also want to slap the keyboard warrior who sprayed me through the screen!"

The overwhelming barrage swept in.

At this moment.

Lin Qingyan's live broadcast room was completely popular in a way she had never imagined.

"I heard that someone beat someone up over the Internet? Is that true?"

"I came here because of his reputation!"

"This guy wearing sunglasses is just a pimp. I've been annoyed with him for a long time! Great job, old man!"

Comments flew by.

Lin Yuan never cared, and slapped the young man in sunglasses one after another.

Finally.

The young man in sunglasses couldn't stand it anymore.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have said that!"

"Please let me go!"

The young man's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he looked at the screen with horror.

Lin Yuan sneered: "Let you go?"

"What are you talking about, young man?"

"I'm just an ordinary old bitch. Can I beat you over the Internet?