Chapter 119: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Chapter 119: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

The door opened, and Cong Liang turned around. It was still the face she was very familiar with in her memory. The delicate eyebrows, at first glance, were not eye-catching, but as long as you look carefully, you will feel more and more beautiful.

Especially after Cong Liang knew that this face smiled, the dimples on her cheeks were deep, whether it was evil or ruffian, or she was gentle, no matter what she looked like, she could sink her feet into the mud.

But at the moment this face is full of numbness, because it is too thin, there is no blood on the face, the jawline is clear, the face is unhealthy sallow, wearing a water green long gown, the wind blowing in through the window is blown up, empty. Shaking.

too skinny-

From the conscience, she just wanted to go up and hug her. She raised her face and looked at the big baby who came with a food box. From the plot information, she knew that his name was Song Chen in this life, and she wanted to call him by his name. Before he could open his mouth, his lower jaw was pinched open by cold fingers, and a cake was stuffed into it.

Cong Liang: "…"

"Eat it!" Song Chen said, "This is from the big man from the Sheng family opposite, you should eat it!"

The sweet pastry in her mouth smeared with the body fluids in her mouth and slipped into her throat. Her stomach responded in a timely manner and twitched eagerly. Only then did Cong Liang remember her dizzy, dizzy, and powerless energy, why it came. Her senses were synchronized by the system, and the original body was on a hunger strike...

"My whole being is newly created, is it necessary to synchronize the senses every time?!" Cong Liang yelled at the system in his head.

"In order for you to integrate into the character better..." The system said slowly.

Cong Liang silently raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, "Bah!" He spat out the broken pastry in his mouth into the pastry plate.

A plate of cakes made her vomit disgusting, and she definitely couldn't eat any more. Cong Liang looked up at Song Chen, and Song Chen lowered his head to look at the plate.

"The big guy in the Sheng family misses you very much," Song Chen's voice was smooth, more uncomfortable than the mechanical sound of the system, "Why do you have to torture me, it's only been less than half a month since I locked you up, The big guy from the Sheng family, the shopkeeper of the steamed buns from the Wang family next door, and the violin master of Lihuayuan behind you all inquired about you."

Song Chen said, "Except that the shopkeeper of the Wang family has a wife at home, and the rest have not married yet. Whoever you want to follow, they will definitely be willing." Song Chen finally looked up at Congliang: "If you nod your head, I will give you a divorce letter immediately. No, Heli, we Heli, I let you go, you..."

Halfway through Song Chen's words, Cong Liang put his finger on his lips, and Cong Liang let the sadness and eagerness to get rid of the look in his eyes **** his heart, clench his back molars, and put on his back the **** pot of the watery Yang Hua. He raised his hand and rubbed two hands on his chest to relieve the internal injury. The word "no" was almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"No," Congliang repeated, "I'm not following anyone, I'll follow you, and I'll..."

Before Cong Liang could finish speaking, Song Chen snapped the finger she pressed against his lips, stood up with a swoosh, his face was very ugly, he raised his hand and rubbed his lips with his sleeve, kicked over the food container, and opened the door "Deng Deng Deng" ran downstairs.

Congliang: "..." Did I just get rejected? !

As soon as Song Chen ran, he ran to the dark sky without a shadow. He pressed his chest to his back, struggling to see the rotten cakes scattered on the ground several times, swallowing hard, and couldn't help but not pick it up.

Even if her eyes are black when she is hungry now, she can easily break the chain and go out to find something to eat, not to mention the quality of the chain is really worrying, the place of the ring is too big, and there is no dog chain. It looks sturdy, and you can take off the ring by pinching it a little bit somewhere.

Besides, the chains are tied to the legs of the bed, and the bed is still laid out without reinforcement. As soon as it is lifted, the chain can be taken out. If a stronger person flips the bed over like a game, even if he is not strong, he will not work hard. no way.

Song Chen is really reluctant to lock people. If her man ran out to steal people, she would have to put two wrist-thick chains around her neck... No, if her man dared to steal people, she would still lock them. Fuck, just break his leg! All three are broken!

Cong Liang was lying on the bed weakly and complaining frantically, thinking of several ways to break the chains, quietly find something to eat, and then break them back again.

It's just that her head hurts when she thinks about it, and she doesn't dare to move. If Song Chen comes back later and doesn't find her, and thinks that she is going to "steal a man" again, she will be killed.

If you are running into it, and then think who she is eloping with, she can't tell with a hundred mouths.

Cong Liang used the quilt to roll a bag, resisting her throbbing appetite and scratching the bed sadly, how could she justify it!

When it got dark, the windows on the second floor were not closed, and the cool breeze swooped into the house. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt dizzy and ignored. She poked her **** and shoved her head into the quilt. She wept silently in her heart. She was honest. In fact, when the dog is tied and the breeder doesn't come to feed her, she will be hungry and kick her legs...

Cong Liang and the others were all about to fall asleep, and there was something in the daze. Cong Liang stuck his head out of the quilt, and through the moonlight that came in through the window, he saw a black shadow fly in from the window. , and slammed it on the table again.

A lingering smell of meat filled the air. Cong Liang sat up and shook his dizzy head. He leaned against the wall and walked to the table to see that it was a steamed bun wrapped in oil paper, which fell on the table and scattered.

Out of the corner of the eye, she saw another black figure "whoosh" from outside the window and flew to the table accurately. She reached out to pick it up neatly, and grabbed the hot oiled paper in her hand. She opened it and took a look. It looks particularly sinister, and I just want to bite down hard.

However, when I think about this steamed bun, what is the Wang family steamed bun shop next door, the former married man is good at doing it, maybe the shopkeeper is not sleeping at midnight, and he is standing in their yard and throwing steamed buns for her. From the good appetite, there was a burst of acid reflux, "Whoosh!" He followed the window and threw the buns out again.

By the way, he threw out the two that fell apart on the table, rubbed his eyebrows and sat down on the edge of the table, took out a bottle of nutrient solution from the system space, and drank his neck with a sad face.

However, this stuff does not quench thirst. She couldn't stand her hunger now, as if her internal organs and six lungs had been hollowed out. She threw the small bottle back into the system space, took out another bottle, and sighed while looking at the bottle.

She is now a major consumer of nutrient solution in Jinjiang's main system. Because of this low-profile item, she buys very few items. In her previous life, she helped Dingmao to maintain her health, and the number of purchases was considered to be huge, so the main system gave away nutrient solution. 20% discount membership, can be said to be very affordable.

The small cap of the second bottle was just pushed open with the thumb, and before it was sent to the mouth, the door was suddenly pulled open aggressively.

Song Chen opened the door with a head full of stuffing stuffed buns, and the smell of meat filled the room as soon as he entered the room, Cong Liang couldn't help swallowing, thinking that although this "bun" had lost a bit of weight, it would definitely taste good if he took a bite.

In order to let Congliang eat something, the act of becoming an adulterer in the middle of the night and throwing buns to his daughter-in-law in the yard is completely helpless. The cakes during the day were not given by the big man of the Sheng family, but he bought it himself with the mocking face of the big man of the Sheng family.

Since being chained, "Congliang" has not eaten a few mouthfuls. Song Chen was pure and kind since he was a child, and he really couldn't watch "Congliang" starve to death at home because he was imprisoned by him.

The instant the steamed buns were dropped from the window and hit on the top of his head, Song Chen decided to let her go. He sold the shop, left half of the money for her, and left. Anyway, he doesn't want to live like this anymore. He has the craftsmanship and follows the cargo ship to other places, so he doesn't worry about not being able to live.

He had suffered this marriage in his life, and he no longer thought about getting a wife. It was better to find a place to die by himself than to be entangled with this woman for a lifetime.

Song Chen, who had made up his mind to run away from home, had a smashed head with stuffed buns on his head. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Cong Liangzheng sitting at the table, holding a small bottle about to drink.

Song Chen's scalp is numb, and he's here again! Forced to die again! He took a step forward and snatched the nutrient solution from Congliang's hand. His chest heaved violently. He didn't scold Congliang.

Song Chen's brain was hot, and the tip of his nose was sore. He felt that such a life would be worse than death. Before he came up, he wanted to run away, but this would be a slap in the face, and he thought that even if he ran elsewhere, he would be lonely and old.

He lost his parents since he was a child and became an apprentice with an old tailor. He was scorned because he lost an arm, and it was very easy to become an apprentice. The old tailor also moved his family and sold the shop to him. He had a better life, but still is alone.

He longed for family, longing for company, but it happened by accident. After marrying such a wife, Song Chen was soft-hearted, and he was a little cowardly. Running away and being able to tie people up is the most over-the-top and manly thing he's ever done.

Now his masculinity and his determination to escape have all been vanquished by Congliang's "force with death". "

As he said that, he closed his eyes tightly and lifted his neck to dry a bottle of nutrient solution.

Congliang stretched out her hand like a magician and wiped the two lines of water stains on Song Chen, the wet touch on the palm of her hand, she stretched out her tongue and licked it, it was salty.

Song Chen was shaken by her touch, quickly took two steps back, raised his hand and rubbed his face with his sleeve.

Cong Liang looked at him, his whole body was messed up in the wind, his heart and brain stopped for a moment, and then they started to move again, one beating wildly, the other flying.

A thing called motherhood fills Congliang's entire body. How should this type be classified in this life? Cong Liang was so wronged by Song Chen's eyes, crying and crying, and his face was bloody.

After regaining her senses, she licked her lips, took out two more bottles of nutrient solution from the system space, opened the lid and handed them over, "Have another drink."

Song Chen cried even more fiercely, thinking that the "snake-hearted" Cong Liang was afraid that the dose was not enough, so he raised his head again and did it.

"Another one." Song Chen is too thin, so he will have to drink more of the nutrient solution in the future. Anyway, it's very cheap.

Song Chen finished drinking the two nutrient solutions, and stood waiting for the poison to develop. However, after waiting for a long time, he only felt that his whole body was warm from the inside out, as if his internal organs and six lungs were soaked in warm water, very comfortable, without any discomfort.

Staring at Cong Liang, who also raised his head and drank a bottle, he asked, "This... is not poison, what is that?"

Cong Lianggang wanted to be vague, but Song Chen asked again, "Where did it come from?"

The author has something to say: Song Chen: QAQ I'm dead!

Cong Liang: Another bottle?

Song Chen's attribute is probably the soft and cute type of crying bag, whether it will trigger anything else in the later stage, I will know after writing it _(:з"∠)_