MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 134 The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

"Bang dang!" With a sound, the water basin fell to the ground, and the water in the basin spread rapidly along the wooden floor. Cong Liang wiped his eyes, and only then did he see clearly the people who were stunned at the door.

It was the face she was familiar with, but it was not the one she was familiar with at all. Cong Liang covered his mouth, blocked a scream of shock back into his mouth, and quickly stepped forward to touch Song Chen's face with shaking hands.

"Why are you," Cong Liang's voice was out of tune: "Why are you so thin..."

However, her hand failed to land on the ground, and was avoided by Song Chen tilting her head.

Ji Liang was frozen in place, tears gushing out with guilt, she took back her hand that had failed, and watched Song Chen walk around her and walk to the table, her body was stubborn, the tip of her lower jaw was almost piercing, and her lips were pale. , with a sick face.

"Cough, cough..." Song Chen covered his mouth with his hands and tried his best to suppress his cough. He sat at the table, completely ignoring Chu Congliang, picked up the half-finished clothes, and continued to do it.

Congliang stood by the door and looked at Song Chen eagerly. She was so distressed that she was about to collapse, but she really didn't dare to stick it up, she didn't dare to ask for forgiveness, she couldn't accompany her and she couldn't make any more promises.

"Cough cough..." Song Chen shook his hands, covered his lips, and then lowered his head to pick up the needle and thread, but because his hands were shaking so badly, he couldn't pick it up several times.

Congliang really couldn't stand it and wanted to help, but he only took a step, and saw that Song Chen raised his hand and slapped himself without warning. Congliang paused and cried, "Ah!" Instead, he stopped and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Isn't it..."

"Are you coming to play with me again?"

The moment Cong Liang spoke, Song Chen also spoke at the same time.

She couldn't even say sorry, she could only look at Song Chen with tears in her eyes. She really wanted to go up and hug him, but Song Chen would definitely not forgive her. The bottom line.

"I don't play anymore..." Song Chen picked up the needle and thread, lowered his head to sew clothes, shook his head and repeated, "cough, cough, cough... you go, I can't afford to play."

Cong Liang didn't dare to cry out loud, Song Chen really didn't forgive her anymore, after the moment he entered the house, he didn't even want to look at her again...

If you are ready, you don't need to say it anymore. Congliang is a little fortunate. That's fine. Song Chen doesn't forgive her, it's better than waiting.

She wiped her face fiercely, tried her best to calm down, and watched Song Chen cough with her back hunched into a small strip, and a lot of words were choked in her throat, but in the end she just said: "You eat more...you're too thin. , without resistance, easy to get sick."

"I don't need you to worry about it!" Song Chen's pale face, because he endured a cough, finally got a blush.

He finally turned his head to look at Congliang, but the blue veins on his neck bulged with a ferocious face, and he pointed at Congliang with a trembling expression, and roared with a voice he had never done before: "Get out! Get out of here! Cough cough... I don't care what you are, I don't play, you want to find someone, I don't play, did you hear—"

"Cough...cough...cough...cough..."

Congliang only felt a buzzing sound in her head, and the world was spinning in front of her. She was roared by Song Chen step by step, and she finally closed the door. Her heart was aching so badly that she couldn't even breathe.

"I'm sorry..." Cong Liang was frightened by Song Chen's violent cough after the outbreak, raised his hand in front of him and said, "Don't get excited, I'm me, I'll go, I promise..." Cong Liang hummed Crying out, "I'll never come again..."

After saying that, she turned her head and groped for the door handle. She couldn't stay here any longer. Song Chen didn't want to see her at all. She had to go... Where can she go? This is not her world, except for Song Chen, she also has nothing.

Congliang felt that not only her five senses were faulty, but even her limbs became sluggish. She pressed her colic heart and groped for a long time, before she opened the door handle, and before she was about to take a step, she was hugged fiercely. Pressed back on the door.

There was a severe pain in the shoulder, Cong Liang was pressed tightly against the wooden door, an arm crossed her chest from her other shoulder, strangling her neck, she almost suffocated.

But she didn't struggle, because there was pain on one shoulder, and large warm water droplets fell.

After a long while, the pain in her shoulder finally eased, her soft and wet lips moved up her neck, "Seven years! Hehe..." Song Chen whispered into Cong Liang's ear, "Are you coming to me again... to play? ?"

"Cough," Song Chen pinned his knees into Congliang's legs, and pressed her against the door even tighter, "How do you want to play this time?"

Song Chen took another bite into her ear, her voice choked with grievances, "Play once, how many years will it take?"

Cong Liang finally burst into tears, her forehead pressed against the door, and her tears burst instantly. Song Chen really was waiting for her, waiting for her for seven years in vain.

"Why don't you speak..." The fierceness that Song Chen was trying to support collapsed in Congliang's cry and silence. He hooked Congliang's neck tightly, kissing her side neck and cheek crazily, with a strong voice. "Why are you so cruel..."

"I...cough..." Song Chen arched his back and turned Cong Liang's back, "You won't leave this time, right? Huh?"

Congliang pursed her lips tightly, only weeping silently, watching him not say a word, she couldn't say it, the alarm of the main system in her head had already sounded, and the cold mechanical voice was locating her crossing node.

"How can you do this! Cough, cough, cough..." Song Chen burst into tears, then coughed violently, but he hugged Congliang's neck tightly and refused to let go, "Don't go..."

"Don't go, how long are you going to go..." Song Chen's voice trembled unbelievably, "I, I'm afraid I'll cough... I can't wait for you for another seven years, I miss you so much..."

Cong Liang reached out and hugged Song Chen, the thin and trembling body under the clothes gave her the illusion that even if she exerted a little force, it would shatter.

The mechanical sound of successful positioning sounded in his head, Cong Liang hugged Song Chen, his heart was cut like a knife, "Don't wait for me," Cong Liang choked, closed his eyes and bit the tip of his tongue: "I won't come again... "

Song Chen, who had been holding her trembling, suddenly froze. After a short pause, Song Chen loosened Cong Liang's neck and kissed her on the lips, with a slight taste of bitter medicine, Song Chen's cold fingers ran up the hem of Cong Liang's shirt. , "I, I was wrong," Song Chen said, "I'll play with you, you can play whatever you want, you want me..."

Song Chen was like a cornered rabbit who was forced to run into a tree in a panic, "I'll wait as long as I can, I'll wait..."

Congliang couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, it was like a knife tumbling back and forth in his body, Song Chen grabbed her hand and pressed it to his waist, and kissed her with a face flushed with tears, as if offering sacrifices. The whole person trembled like autumn leaves rustling in the wind.

Even his speech became incoherent, "I'll wait, I'll wait... No, no, take me away... cough cough... cough..."

Song Chen tore off his girdle, and used his skinny body, trying his best to please Congliang: "I'll go with you, go to the mountains, go to where you're staying, go anywhere, cough... it's fine,"

Cong Liang held down the hand he wanted to untie her girdle, Song Chen stared at Cong Liang with a disheveled shirt, and looked directly at Cong Liang, "Take me away."

Congliang bit her lip bloody, she shook her head and said cruelly: "No. Don't wait for me." His mouth was full of blood, and Congliang felt that every word he said was spit out with his heart and blood. Like an extremely sharp double-edged sword, his hands were already dripping with blood before he could swing it out.

Song Chen pursed his lips, his bright eyes dimmed inch by inch, he shook his lips, looked at Cong Liang for a long time, and then asked, "Are you... Are you here from the beginning, cough, cough... Are you kidding me?"

Congliang shook his head vigorously, choked and said in a hoarse voice, "How is that possible, I... uh"

Song Chen didn't ask any more questions, and kissed him fiercely, as if he was angry, venting, and as if trying his best to feel this last time.

She wouldn't take him away, she said don't wait, she said she wouldn't come again - she didn't want herself.

Song Chen felt that he might be crazy. He had never been so crazy in his life. When he woke up that morning and didn't see her, he thought she was just leaving for a short time.

One night of fish and water, in the morning he saw the red stains on the snow-white quilt, and he almost fainted with happiness. No matter what he was, since the two of them had done the ceremony of husband and wife, they would be husband and wife from now on, and he would definitely treat her well.

But one day, two days, one month, one year, how many times he waited from sunset to sunrise, he didn't remember. Two or three years later, he could still comfort himself with the content he read on a lot of little monsters, maybe they had time there. , Unlike the human world, she just had something to delay.

He guarded the shop and waited for her. In seven years, this expectation gradually turned into resentment and hatred. He even struck a lot of chains, each of which was very thick. The blacksmith said that the nine-headed yak kept pulling. . He tucked it under the bed, thinking that when she came back, he would tie her up for a lifetime.

He was in a trance and didn't think about the tea method. He himself felt that he was bewitched by a ghost. Neighbors rumored that his wife had eloped with someone again. He couldn't help arguing that she was not her.

Later, in about five or six years, there was no hope for life. Every morning when he woke up, he warned himself to forget her, not to think of her again, not to wait for her again.

But in countless midnight dreams, he dreamed of those bits and pieces that he rubbed against her ears and temples, and he would fall back into the quagmire of longing.

But he had, the best wife for him, had it, how could he forget it?

But he didn't expect to finally wait for her back, but what he got would be lost forever, how could he lose it?

After the kiss was over, Song Chen licked the blood stains from the corner of Congliang's mouth, dragged her to the table, wiped away tears, and even smiled with the corners of his mouth raised, except for the red circles under his eyes, as if nothing had happened.

The main system has already implemented the separation of her, Cong Liang looked at Song Chen's abnormal appearance worriedly, and put his disappeared hand behind him.

Song Chen pressed her to sit on the stool, walked to her legs and squatted down, put his head against her knees for a while, pulled out a whole box of chains from the bottom of the bed, took out two, and squatted on Congliang's. The feet locked her feet, and the other end was not tied to the leg of the bed, but to his own ankle.

"I'll tie you up again," Song Chen smiled, but it was uglier than crying. He squatted on the ground and looked up at Congliang, "Can't you just leave? You don't even earn a thin chain bolt."

"You don't earn it this time, okay?" Song Chen hugged Congliang's knee, "You said you like to be tied by me, I...cough, this time, I will be tied to you for the rest of your life."

Cong Liang couldn't even cry, she couldn't face Song Chen's appearance at all, even if he jumped and scolded her like the beginning, it would be better than now.

"I..." Congliang opened her mouth, but she didn't know what else to say. As long as Song Chen looked up, she could see that her entire upper body was transparent.

"I love you..." Cong Liang said this at the last moment. Song Chen rested his head on Congliang's knee, and instantly knocked on the stool.

"Ah—" Song Chen trembled all over, groping around like a blind man. In the end, he knelt on the ground, hugged the stool where Congliang sat on tightly, and wept bitterly.

At the same time, Cong Liang was forcibly separated from the mission world by the main system. He opened his eyes in the pale temporary resettlement field. Cong Liang was lying on the ground with empty eyes, surrounded by many people.

"The seven-star world raider Congliang was forcibly pulled back to the mission world by the companion system. The companion system has self-destructed and compensated the raider Congliang with 20,000 Jinjiang coins. I hereby notify you."

Originally, he was paralyzed on the ground, waiting for Congliang, who tried to expose himself to be a transmigrator and punished by electric shocks more violently than the last time, when he heard the sound, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The author has something to say: Cough cough... Your abuse point is too low, the first two days are considered abuse? tsk tsk.

I promise, the main cp guarantees that he is a great success, and the fanwai will get a random one out of the first few, and whoever comes out will you build the building and vote, and the minority will obey the majority.

The pair of systems, even if they are complete, become one, don't you think it's romantic..._(:з"∠)_