Chapter 126: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Chapter 126: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Song Chen looked at Congliang's eyes, there was no haze or obscurity in these eyes, some of them were full of passions that were hotter and brighter than candlelight.

This can't be his wife. Even if people change suddenly, they can't completely change overnight. There are many things that are deeply embedded in the bones and cannot be changed.

For example, he was poor since he was a child. Later, even after he learned the craft, he had his own shop, and even had a good savings. He still lived very hard. It was not that he had no money to buy it, but he was completely unwilling to spend money to buy it.

And the concubine who stole all his savings and family property, and was bullied by his sons and daughters since childhood, a woman who would elope with others, and a woman with eyes full of shadows who always praised the high and the low, can't be so bright eyes.

"Let's start over, shall we?" Cong Liang locked Song Chen's eyes tightly, not concealing the emotion in her eyes.

Song Chen's lips moved, but in the end he didn't speak. He actually wanted to ask Congliang, who are you?

But he didn't speak in the end, because there was no way to confirm it completely, his guess was too ridiculous, he thought of a lot, monsters and ghosts poisoning people, or reviving the soul from the dead.

There was a pig slaughtering family in the street. The man was very ugly, but his wife was a beautiful woman, and he suddenly appeared and insisted on marrying the butcher. Neighbors rumored that the woman was raised by the butcher's family for many years and suddenly disappeared. of wolfdogs.

There was once a powerful master who fell in love with the wife of the butcher's family and took him away. The lady came back safe and sound that night.

The next day, it was reported that the old man died in his own courtyard, and there was not a single piece of flesh on his body. The old man's family reported to the officials, but the result was that he was bitten to death by a beast, and the beast disappeared. Why? It can't be depended on that lady, and the lady was put back at night by the master himself. In the end, this matter was left unresolved.

Out of curiosity, Song Chen also bought meat at that stall. The butcher kills a pig a day, but he never sells bones. Moreover, the way his beautiful lady is walking around the butcher does look a bit like a dog...

Song Chen remembered that he was envious for a while in his heart at that time. He felt that if he had such a gentle lady, even if it was really a dog, there would be nothing wrong...

Restraining the messy thoughts in his head, Song Chen frowned, turned his head away from Cong Liang's lips, pressed her forehead with the palm of his hand, and pushed it back.

He didn't think he could do such a miraculous good thing, Song Chen stretched out his hand to hold Cong Liang's shoulder again, preventing her from sticking to him, he felt that the woman in front of him really couldn't be his wife. But this thing still needs some final confirmation, and after that there are a few more things to prepare...

In any case, it is necessary to make this batch of clothes in a hurry. The strange thing is that Song Chen has thought of many possibilities, but he is not afraid of being good. He feels that no matter what she is, it does not seem to harm him.

He pushed Congliang away on his own, and went to cut the fabric of his trousers. At the same time, he couldn't help thinking in his mind that if he asked the Taoist priest to expel him, it would cost a lot of money.

We have to wait for this batch of autumn clothes to be made in time. Except for the ones that are still in Baozipu, there are still some left. The rest of the money should be enough for Huang Xiaoxian, who is not very famous in the north of the city, to come to his house.

Killing from the good eyes didn't work, and he wanted to ask for a kiss while Song Chen was in a daze, but he didn't get it. He didn't know that she was in Song Chen's place, and she had become the lonely soul of the demon who took the house and borrowed the corpse.

I also can't blame Song Chen for not thinking in normal places. The original body's appearance is actually not similar to Congliang's appearance. It's just that as a transmigrator, no matter what kind of face Congliang uses, people who work in the world will see it. After that, she automatically blurred the appearance of her original body and regarded them as the same person.

In Song Chen's perception, Congliang was still the same as the wife he married, but his temperament and behavior changed drastically overnight. In ancient times when stories of feudal superstition ran all over the place, it was not uncommon to think of supernatural events.

Congliang was a little frustrated, staring resentfully at the back of Song Chen bending over to cut the fabric, he sighed secretly, originally thought that Song Chen, a weak and bullying little white rabbit type in this world, treat him a little better, and then he can get it done. .

Unexpectedly, although Song Chen is kind, she has a strong bottom line. She looks soft, but actually has a pair of steel teeth. She can't bite others.

You can't seduce you, you can't act like a spoiled child, you are affectionate and sincere, and people's spirits are free. You put away all the tricks from the helpless, and honestly pull the fabric for Song Chen.

The trousers will be ready soon, and the next is the skirt of the maidservant. After concentrating on Liang, the hands are becoming more and more skilled. They cooperate with Song Chen very well. The candle is about to burn out.

Song Chen got up to change the candles, stretched his waist from Liangliang, lying on the table, wanting to take a rest, half-squinting, looking at Song Chen's back flashing in the candlelight, his heart was full of being with this person for years. Bit by bit, every scene is so beautiful and precious, I lost consciousness unconsciously.

When she woke up again, her arms were already numb, and she was still in the same position as she was bent over on the edge of the table, her waist was also numb, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

Not knowing how long she slept, Congliang was a little annoyed, she raised her head to look for Song Chen's figure, but found that Song Chen also fell asleep on the desk.

Song Chen turned his back to her, pillowed on his right arm, and had a thread in his mouth. When Liang Liang looked closer, he sure enough was holding a needle in his hand.

She didn't know what time it was now, but she looked at Song Chen's sound asleep, hooked her back, reminded her of the small bed downstairs, and felt distressed for a while.

She slowly pulled the thread out of Song Chen's slightly pursed lips, and the lamp slapped again, Cong Liang held her breath, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.

She slowly approached Song Chen and kissed him on the cheek very carefully. The man's face was so sweet and smooth, but the kiss from Liang secretly was really exciting. Valve subconsciously took a breath.

The small "Boom!" almost scared Cong Liang to urinate. His face and neck were flushed with bated breath. Seeing that Song Chen didn't respond, he squatted on the ground and let out two breaths - and then sat on the ground - because he was caught in his head. The system that suddenly spoke was frightening.

"My God, what did I see?" The system tsk tsk, "Why is it obvious that it's not enough now, and it's been changed to secretly?"

"Fuck you!" Cong Liang roared, and then she cut off the connection, sticking her head against the table to see, Song Chen was breathing evenly, and she didn't mean to be woken up at all.

Cong Liang silently smiled, stood up slowly, took off the needle in Song Chen's hand, put it on the thread, leaned his elbow on the table, and slowly passed over again, this time the destination It was Song Chen's slightly pursed lips.

The moment it was posted, Cong Liang felt like he was being stolen, which made him tremble a bit, and it felt the same as in memory, because in this state, he became extraordinarily charming.

Congliang posted it for a while, and then became a little more courageous. He slowly pecked with his lips, and the system was talking in his head again.

"Ouch! It's really... blinded my eyes!" The system deliberately shouted, "What are you doing, let go of that boy and let me..."

"Go away!" Cong Liangzhi stood up, his eyebrows twitched, "If you're holding back in the middle of the night, go to toss your Yang San!"

System: "He's getting old, he sleeps all day, wakes up and acts as me, drives me away, doesn't let him kiss him..."

Congliang made it amused by his resentful tone, "Ah, the one of yours who won't let you touch or let you touch, just come and mess with me, won't you hurt?!"

"My damage?" The system clicked a bunch of words, "They won't let you kiss or touch you. You sneaked it while people were sleeping. Who is the damage?"

"If you're not convinced, go secretly!" Cong Liang said, "If you harass me again to do something important, I'll call you back now. As a system, you stay in the mission world privately and mutilate the old man..."

Halfway through Congliang's words, the system cut off the connection. She smiled and ignored it, lying on the table to see Song Chen.

Song Chen was really thin in this life, and his brows were very docile. From Liang Xiangjing, he glanced at Song Chen's two shallow dimples, and happily drew his eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips.

"Why is it so difficult every time, can't you fall in love with me as soon as you see me..." Congliang muttered in a low voice, looking at it and thinking about it.

"You can't sleep on your stomach like this all night, can you?"

Cong Liang pretended to be sad and wiped away his fine sweat from excitement. He stretched his hand to Song Chen's chest and lifted it up. He used the other hand to wrap his head in his direction. He coughed. After thinking about the words, wait for a while.

Song Chen sat on the stool, leaning against her stomach, still sleeping, not awake, Cong Liang touched his face, "Little poor boy, you really slept well, haven't you slept well recently..."

I don't know if it's because I really haven't slept well recently, or if Song Chen slept more solidly.

In a word, Cong Liang picked him up and put him on the bed. In the middle, he was staggered by the chain, almost throwing Song Chen onto the bed. Song Chen was still sleeping soundly.

Standing beside the bed, Congliang sighed a little about the hardships of his relationship, then brought the candlestick to the bedside, climbed onto the bed eagerly, and blew out the candle.

In fact, Cong Liang really didn't do anything, just hugged him, touched it twice, counted Song Chen's ribs by the way, and decided to tell him to eat more in the future.

But she was beaten up in the morning, the soft pillow hit her face, and Congliang jumped up, her whole body was in a dazed state.

Before she could regain her senses, she smashed it the second time, but it didn't hurt. Song Chen didn't even use a soft pillow, even if she used a sledgehammer to shake Congliang, she didn't feel any pain, but she was stunned.

"Song Chen? Alas, alas! How can you beat someone..." Cong Liang slapped his head and ran out of bed, and Song Chen followed her out of bed reluctantly to slap her.

"Ouch!" Cong Liang was dizzy when he was hit by the soft pillow, and he couldn't help it, so he hugged Song Chen together, "Ancestor! Little Ancestor, what are you doing?"

"I asked you to come up to sleep last night because I saw how uncomfortable you were sleeping." Cong Liang said nonsense without opening his eyes, "You walked up on your own, really!"

Song Chen didn't say a word, released the soft pillow to break Congliang's hand, his ears were connected to the side neckband and his face flushed, Congliang squeaked, and the secret path was broken.

The author has something to say: Congliang: I seem to know why he is angry!

Song Chen: The whole body became popular.