Scumbags Follow the Good System

In Congliang's memory, the last time she ran like this was when she ran out of the village on the day she ran away from the marriage. The difference is that that day she couldn't see her fingers, and every step was a stumbling stone. Today, although the moonlight is not clear, it is Enough to allow her to avoid obstacles in the way.

At that time, he ran out full of confusion about the future and was desperate, but at this moment, even if Congliang was in a panic and wanted to give birth to a pair of wings, he was full of joy that he was about to meet again.

The hula-la night wind, accompanied by the strangely-shaped trees and grasses under the moonlight, was quickly thrown behind by Cong Liang. Since there was no buffer at the start, he was frightened when he started to run. After running for a while, Cong Liang felt that his lungs were about to explode. It hurts.

Gritting her teeth and holding back, she finally saw some bright people again. At the limit of her breathlessness, she finally touched the pillar of her broken wooden door.

Cong Liang pressed his hand on the rib where he didn't know where the air was, and he didn't dare to delay.

After taking three steps and taking two steps, I just walked to the door. I heard an old lady in the room also panting, and she opened her mouth like a broken bellows, "Don't... don't run... Your wife and owner took the old lady's money."

"Tonight you have to make the old lady feel good...hehe," the old ladies said and laughed slyly, "I heard that a man with a particularly tall stature has a very big job, so let me see it today. ...Serving the old lady is comfortable, and when the old lady is happy to buy you, it is much better than your manly wife..."

Cong Liangting's brain was boiling, and when he raised his hand and pushed it, the door was actually pinned, and the Tianling cover almost bulged open in anger.

Stepping into the house, he only glanced at the scene inside the house, and immediately his whole body was blown up. The old lady was blocking the man in red in the corner, trying to pounce.

This is not to mention, this girl is actually like the group of girls in the Chunhua Building, the middle clothes are tied with a strap and they are very dangerous, and any big movement can throw Zaza along the front of the clothes!

"Fuck!" Cong Liang's eyes were irritated with bloodshot eyes, this wild girl dared to show her **** in front of her men!

Congliang rushed forward with an "Ow" voice, grabbed the old lady's arm and pushed back hard, with a lot of energy, and threw the person from the corner to the door. From the ruthless, his eyes looked around, locked on a stool, and was about to lift it up and go again, at least he had to break his mother's leg...

However, before she had time to pick up the stool, she suddenly felt a sharp tingling pain in her left shoulder, and when she grabbed it from Liang Chi, the cold utensil was firmly nailed to the seam of her shoulder, looking through the dim yellow oil lamp, From the part left outside, it was presumed to be a pair of scissors.

Cong Liang didn't have time to turn around and didn't have time to speak, he nailed it into the scissor tip on her shoulder, and then pulled it out with a "cha". The blood spurting from Liang's shoulders spurted hot and **** on her side face, and also smeared into her eyes. From Liang's gaze to the person behind him turned blood red.

The old ladies who were thrown from the door, just got up and saw Congliang, whose face was covered in blood, with a frightened howl that didn't sound like a human voice, and ran out of the door.

"Kill, kill!"

Cong Liang stretched out his right hand and smeared it on his face, squeezing the blood from his eyes hard. He turned around and raised his eyes when he was confronted by a blood-stained scissor tip, and Cong Liang quickly raised his hand, grabbed it and waved it hard. Down the wrist, "It's me!"

"Zi... Yun Chou, it's me, Cong Liang." Cong Liang didn't have time to experience the joy of meeting each other, he took out the scissors from Yun Chou's stiff and cold fingertips, and grinned and cut the clothes according to his shoulders. Fortunately, it was an embroidery scissors cutting the tip. It's not long, but the blood flow is crazy.

Relying that Yun Chou could not see, Cong Liang hurriedly took the quick recovery gel from the system space and put it on the wound. With a cool feeling, the pain disappeared and the blood stopped abruptly. Cong Liang threw the scissors, and turned around without looking at it. He hugged Yun Chou, who was still holding the scissors pose by Cong Liang, holding his hands empty.

The deadly familiar cold smell lingered all over the body, Cong Liang tightly wrapped Yun Chou's waist with one hand, buried his head in Yun Chou's chest, took a deep breath, and trembled with tears and repeated, "It's me, it's me, it's me... "It's me, I'm here to find you.

Although she tried very hard to control it, in the end, she couldn't control it. She hugged Yun Chou and cried, not because she was stabbed as soon as they met, but because she was so happy that she couldn't control herself. This is indeed him.

Cong Liang is too familiar with the feeling of holding this person, his breath, his taste, his heartbeat, and it is not bad at all. It is him, whether his name is Wei Zishi or Yun Chou, the one who keeps her together for a lifetime is not enough. man.

Cong Liang Lian Gong rubbed his nose and tears, and rubbed Yun Chou directly into the corner of the wall. After crying for a while, his tears turned into laughter, hehehe like a lunatic.

Yun Chou was still in that rigid posture. For so long, whether Cong Liang was crying or laughing while holding him, there was no trace of expression on his face. His beautiful but empty eyes looked towards the void, and he raised his hands as if extraordinarily innocent.

In fact, he was horrified. He didn't know why this wife and owner, who had sold him to someone else to sleep in front of him, ran back to hug him, crying and laughing, but the pungent smell of powder on his body, Simply disgusting.

He was reluctant to accept this marriage. The grass house he lived in has not been renovated for a long time. In the past, he had a kind neighbor, Uncle, to help him. Last year, Uncle died, and he was born blind again. It rained the first few days. The leak is sparse, after the rainy season, this winter is determined not to survive.

He has never seen what he was like, but since he was a child, many people said that he was ugly, and when he was twenty years old, he came to discuss relatives from this family, so it should be extremely unattractive.

But Yun Chou didn't care, he had never seen what beauty was like, and he never had inferiority complex. He was able to support himself and feed himself, but he couldn't earn money to renovate or build a new house after all.

After the marriage was agreed, he could at least have a place to sleep. He never had any expectations for his future wife and owner. After all, the reputation of his future wife and owner is that Yunling Village is famous for all five poisons. Even if he closed the door He had also heard about it before going out, especially after the marriage was signed, the owner of the pharmacy where he often sold herbal medicines kindly reminded him.

Yun Chou doesn't care, they all say that he looks ugly, it doesn't matter even if his wife and master are like that in the future, he just wants a place to live, but he didn't expect that he would be sold as soon as he came here.

When the two negotiated the price, Yun Chou was listening by the side. Facing this ugly transaction involving him, he didn't feel anything in his heart. He just felt troublesome. He squeezed the scissors and the pickaxe that he carried with him, feeling a little sad. .

If he leaves now, these two will definitely not let him go, or they will tie him up, so he didn't act rashly. Uncommonly calm, he was thinking about countermeasures.

If it was like dealing with those old women who went to his house in the middle of the night and tried to sleep with him after being drunk, it would be a little tricky to do. It would be quite far from here to his house. It's been a long time, especially since there are still two people here, which one to poke first? It's still a mess, and I don't know if there are fat people.

Fortunately, after a while, a young man left, and only an old man was left. Yun Chou was holding small scissors in his sleeve, and he was dodging and bumping around to get familiar with the position of the furnishings in the house, so as not to bump into him when he was dragging people for a while. , and listened carefully, estimating where the old woman in front of him was, to ensure that once the scissors went down, people would no longer have the strength to shout. People are in trouble.

It's just that his position has been found, and the scissors have been poked, but the old woman does not know when he will be his wife.

Yun Chou didn't know where the scissors were poked, and froze, which was different from what he had imagined. The thick **** smell poured into his nose, and he didn't struggle for a long time. Since he stabbed it, he would just stab it to death.

However, he was caught the second time, and Yun Chou froze again. It was the first time he had met a woman stronger than him.

The old woman screamed and ran away. Yun Chou smelled a strong smell of blood. His wife and owner should have been seriously injured by him, but...why are you still so strong? The scissors in Yun Chou's hand were forcibly snatched away, and for the first time in his life, he was a little helpless.

Will he be stabbed to death? Or will the old woman who ran away report to the officers to arrest him?

Yun Chou stood at a loss, he heard the sound of scissors cutting the fabric, smelled a fragrance, and then the fragrance rushed into his arms with his wife, who said to him over and over again, " It's me, it's me," Yun Chou thought blankly, I know it's you, the smell of blood and powder on your body is disgusting.

But why is there no fresh blood? !

He poked the scissors in and then turned the direction and pulled it out. It was the diamond-shaped wound that was the easiest to bleed. How could it not bleed? ! Yun Chou, who was horrified in his heart, was expressionless and at a loss.

Congliang cried and laughed for a while, her excitement passed, and then she wiped away her tears and looked up at her lover in this life.

The appearance is exactly the same as that of the previous life, but the temperament is quite different. It is completely different from Wei Zishi's look, no matter how cheerful and gentle, it is also full of arrogance.

Congliang let go of Yun Chou, took two steps back and traced Yun Chou's eyebrows obsessively, and slipped along the person's eyebrows and eyes all the way to his feet, which should be the reason for his inability to see things, Yun Chou's eyes were empty, and there was no trace of it. The mood, the red cedar in a coarse cloth, with broad shoulders and long legs, stands upright against the corner.

From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, although there is no expensive decoration, they are all clean and appropriate, and it is completely impossible to imagine that this is a blind man.

Two spots of solidified blood were splashed on the fair face, but the facial features were more like jade, which made people want to reach out and wipe them away, so as not to make the jade person dirty.

Cong Liang raised his hand and wiped it, but instead of erasing it, he moved Yun Chou, who had been rigid into a jade sculpture, to wipe away.

Yun Chou suppressed the horror in his heart, and based on the memory of the crash just now, he touched the place where he put his baggage at the door without any obstacle, slammed it on his shoulder, pushed the door and left.

Anyway, there was no ceremony and no gift for this marriage. He came by himself. Now he has to leave quickly. He didn't dare to ask for the wife, but he was stabbed with a pair of scissors.

He has always had a good nose and can distinguish extremely subtle odors, otherwise he would not be able to rely on his sense of smell to collect medicine to support himself.

He had been smelling it carefully for so long, but he couldn't smell any fresh blood. Just now, when the woman touched his face, he did his best. He smelled it again, not to mention the fresh blood. He didn't even smell the smell of the wound.

How can someone be stabbed with a pair of scissors, and he didn't even have a wound in such a short time, and he should not be fat when he was holding him, but he was stronger than him... Yun Chou felt flustered that he had run into a monster and angered him. No, you have to go quickly.

Cong Liang, who was overwhelmed with joy, stared at her little baby with starry eyes, walked around her, walked to the door without any obstacle, touched a bag and threw it on his shoulder, pushed the door and left.

"Ah?" Cong Liang hurriedly followed, and suddenly it was pitch black outside, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look at the dimly lit night, Yun Chou's figure swayed to the gate, only then did he realize that this person was about to run away...

How about that!