My organs are too abstract.

Chapter 89 Hahahaha, Mom? I'm hitting Mom!

However, now was not the time to settle scores with his left hand. Xu Yuan silently communicated with it in his mind: "No matter what my perception becomes or what I say later, don't pay attention to me. Just beat that thing to a pulp, understand?"

He immediately placed his left hand on Xu Yuan's head and gave a neat bow, indicating that there was no problem.

Xu Yuan was exhausted and didn't want to waste any more words on this idiot. He immediately pushed open the door and grinned maliciously, "I—"

The shadow outside the door twisted and turned into the gentle figure of a woman, who looked at him with sorrowful eyes.

Xu Yuan's body trembled, and he felt a strange sadness in his heart. His previous instructions and anger were instantly thrown to the winds, and all he could see was his "mother" in front of him.

"It's okay, Mom—" Xu Yuan said with extreme heartache, "Don't worry, I'm here."

His words were gentle and tender, but his left hand was ruthless, suddenly raising high and slamming it hard into the shadowy face with a sharp whooshing sound!

"Snapped!"

The shadowy figure shuddered suddenly, the mist surrounding it dimmed slightly, and even the sorrow on the face of the woman it had conjured froze for a moment, replaced by a more genuine sense of "pain".

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Seeing this, Xu Yuan immediately became anxious: "Mom, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong, I'll help you solve it!"

His tone was sincere and earnest, and his left-hand movements were ruthless.

With his long arms outstretched, he unleashed a barrage of slaps from both sides at the shadows, the crisp "slap slap slap" sounds echoing continuously. His palms moved so fast they left afterimages as he delivered a relentless barrage of slaps.

After smoking for a while, his left hand seemed to feel unsatisfied, so he first swung it around like a windmill on his side a few times to build up his strength, and then with a "bang," he slapped the shadowy man's head hard!

The shadow was knocked so hard that it stumbled on the spot, and the mist around it dispersed somewhat.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan noticed a hint of pain in his mother's expression and immediately asked helplessly, "Mom, what's wrong?"

The shadow, feeling the blows, was about to retreat when Xu Yuan placed his right hand on its shoulder, pinning it firmly to the spot, while his left hand continued its frantic attack: "Mom, say something!"

"Did someone bully you?" Xu Yuan shook its shoulder, hitting it hard as he asked urgently, "Mom, don't be afraid, tell me, I'll teach him a lesson!"

shadow:"----"

"Mom, you're driving me crazy! Tell me now!" Xu Yuan shook Shadow's shoulders violently, making its head bounce up and down.

Meanwhile, his left hand was also striking from both sides, accompanied by "slap slap" sounds, causing the opponent's head to shake wildly up, down, left, and right, creating a very bizarre scene.

And so, Xu Yuan continued to question her with concern while unknowingly beating her, until at a certain moment, the shadowy figure of the woman suddenly flickered as if there was a signal malfunction.

Although it was only for a brief moment, Xu Yuan, who was still desperately asking his mother why she wasn't speaking, suddenly regained his senses for a split second.

He stared at the writhing shadow before him, suddenly realizing something, and sneered, "Let's see when you die—"

But the next second, the power of cognitive interference surged again, his consciousness returned to a hazy state, and he grabbed his shadow and shook it wildly, continuing to perform the scene of maternal love and filial piety.

Time will be pushed back a little.

Just as Xu Yuan said goodbye to Zhao Ze and the others, and put down his phone to teach the people outside the door a lesson, Zhao Ze and the others did not leave the game room.

"Brother Yuan? Brother Yuan, are you still there?" Zhao Ze asked several times before finally confirming that although the game character was still online, Xu Yuan in reality should no longer be in front of the phone.

Tang Xinxin asked in confusion, "Didn't you say the game was over? Why haven't you logged out yet?"

"I'm a little worried about Brother Yuan." Zhao Ze's tone was unusually serious.

"Worried?" Tang Xinxin was taken aback. "What do you mean? Didn't he just say he was joking?"

"No, I know Yuan-ge." Zhao Ze shook his head. "Although he likes to joke around, he would never joke about his parents."

"If what you're saying is true, it does seem a bit strange, and the tone he used just now didn't sound like he was joking." Jiang Yueyao said with some concern, "Is something wrong with him? Do you know where he lives? Why don't you go check on him?"

"I know, although I've never been inside, but his building is quite beautiful." Zhao Ze hesitated. "I'd like to go, but since Brother Yuan didn't invite me, I don't feel the need to go."

Jiang Yueyao was somewhat puzzled: "You seem to trust him a lot?"

Zhao Ze replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, I trust Brother Yuan."

Tang Xinxin hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "What about his parents?"

"I don't know much either. I heard that he died in a car accident. Yuan was in the car at the time, but he was the only one who survived."

"He's all alone—" Tang Xinxin murmured softly, her heart tightening just thinking about that scene.

"I remember you said before that his parents passed away ten years ago, when he was still in elementary school, right?" Jiang Yueyao suddenly asked. "So how did he survive? And he was so young, he should have had a guardian. Who has been taking care of him all these years?"

"His aunt and uncle left him an inheritance, which he has been living off. But it probably isn't much, as Yuan-ge lives very frugally." Zhao Ze paused. "As for the people who take care of him, I really don't know. I only met him in college, and he was always alone back then. I've never seen any relatives come to visit him."

"So that's how it is—" Jiang Yueyao paused for a moment, then asked, "By the way, Zhao Ze, there's something I've always wanted to ask you. Why do you always call him Brother Yuan? And why do you trust him so much?"

This question had been lingering in her mind for a long time. Although Zhao Ze was sometimes a bit abstract, he was, after all, a well-known rich second-generation in Yanjiang, and he was quite arrogant at heart. Why would he listen to Xu Yuan so readily?

"I can't really explain it, but the moment I saw him, I felt he was very approachable and reliable." Zhao Ze paused for a moment, then replied with a smile, "I guess that's fate."

Tang Xinxin chuckled and teased, "Hey, you don't actually like Xu Yuan, do you?"

"How could that be? I'm a real man!" Zhao Ze immediately retorted, clearly unhappy.

"That's strange. Zhao Ze said Xu Yuan's behavior was unusual and he's a little worried, but Xin Xin—" Jiang Yueyao asked doubtfully, "Why do you seem so unnerved?"

"Actually, I'm a little worried too, but Xu Yuan is also very capable," Tang Xinxin whispered.

Jiang Yueyao was taken aback: "Impressive?"

Just as she was about to ask further questions, the Bluetooth earphones that Xu Yuan had left on the bed in his bedroom finally ran out of power.

The phone's voice suddenly went on speaker, and at the same time, Xu Yuan's somewhat muffled voice also entered the ears of the group through the phone.

First came Xu Yuan's urgent and anxious voice: "Mom, tell me quickly, who bullied you!"

The next second, Xu Yuan's voice suddenly changed, filled with ruthlessness and a sinister laugh: "Who bullied you? Heh, of course it was your good son, me! Hey, take this punch!"

Her voice shifted, filled with deep longing and a sob: "Mom—I miss you so much—"

His voice changed again, becoming more manic and cruel: "Mom? I'm hitting Mom! Hahahaha, taste my Parent-Extermination Fist!"

"Love you, Mom, see you tomorrow—"

"Still hoping for a tomorrow? I'll send you to your next reincarnation today! Thomas the Tank Engine Windmill!"

"Clap clap clap clap————"

"You dare run away? Grandpa's coming for you! Hahahaha—"

Xu Yuan's voice was like a split personality, switching seamlessly between a tender, filial son and a deranged, rebellious son. His emotions fluctuated wildly, and his lines were more and more explosive than the last. His voice gradually faded away and finally settled into a series of bizarre laughs.

The game room fell into dead silence instantly.

The people in the room: "???"

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