MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 139 Fanwai Yun Ugly

Ever since Wei Zi's personality appeared on Xiaoyepo, and when she was strictly forbidden to be beaten, Song Chen moved up to avoid being slapped on the head by the mother-in-law, Black Tiger, and her personality split.

That afternoon, she was pressed by Wei Zishi for a whole afternoon. Her legs were bruised and purple, and the back of her head was stuck on a sharp stone because of excitement.

When the tossing came to the end of the night, she was supported by Song Chen who was crying and chirping. The next morning, she still had some duck legs, and her tendons were all strained. The hat was covered with sweat, and the back of the head was pierced by the sweaty needle.

Moreover, she has become a mortal body, and she can't stand the toss at all. After a meal of "game" food hangs in the bottle for several days, Song Chen thought it was because she suddenly went crazy, and she almost became depressed because of guilt.

Cong Liang knows that this is probably the sequelae of the main system. It's beautiful, but it can't be said that it's not beautiful. After all, she liked Wei Zishi's tone from the very beginning, and then she fell in love with him in other worlds.

But she doesn't have any medicine that can quickly restore her physical strength. She has scattered work in the countryside every day.

After she forbade Song Chen to help her block fights, it stopped for a few months. At the end of the year, a heavy snow almost couldn't open the door. From Liangliang to the outside to clear the snow, Song Chen also went out with him.

The two were in the snow, chasing after each other and playing snowball fights. Song Chen became more and more fair, and when he laughed, the two dimples were so playful and cute, Tuan Xueqiu's fingers were red with ice, but he was reluctant to hit Cong Liang's head and face. Aiming at the place that didn't hurt, the two of them were like two children, and at the end they built a snowman.

It's just that the mother-in-law washed her face early in the morning and splashed it on the door. After laughing and laughing, the hot wash water turned into ice. When she got up and entered the room, she slipped under Liang's feet. Chen anxiously rushed forward and picked it up with his body.

And then in the stunned eyes - knocked to the head.

However, he didn't faint, he just squinted and let Congliang scream and didn't say a word. When his mother ran out to take pictures of Congliang, it was a random shot, and he was so distressed.

The two helped Song Chen into the room to lie down, and since their mother was still worried, they had to call to find a car to go to the hospital.

Cong Liang saw that Song Chen's always bright eyes had changed, her eyes were instantly indifferent, like a serial perverted murderer, she held down her mother's hand on the phone and pointed at the person on the bed, "Don't you see? Wake up, it's alright."

"Hey bang! I heard it all over the house, and I'm going to have a concussion." I wanted to touch it from my mother's way up, but Congliang grabbed his hand in time, "A concussion is a dizziness that makes you vomit, just watch it for a while, If there was a real shock, there was no car next door, so I went to the hospital as soon as I knew it."

Since mother was pushed and pulled out by Cong Liang, Cong Liang closed the door, staring at the engraving on the door that was about to wear away, his legs were a little weak.

With just one look, she knew that this was another split, and this look was definitely not something Wei Zishi would have. After all, Wei Zishi had never really killed anyone, no matter how evil he was, he was just the unwilling prince of the royal family, who grew up resentful and resentful. A bit unwilling.

Only someone who has truly killed someone would have such a look. Cong Liang rubbed his forehead and walked slowly to the edge of the kang. He didn't say a word.

The man first stared at the roof, then stared at Congliang's hair, and after a while, he stretched out his cold fingers, raised Congliang's chin, and stared.

Congliang looked at him and tried to kiss him twice, but he avoided it. After a long time, he slowly hooked his lips and smiled. The two dimples were still exposed, but they were not playful at all. The lovely taste is a bit dense.

"So you look like this." The man said.

"Yun Chou..." Congliang approached him again, but was pushed away by him.

Yun Chou sat up, looked around for a while, went to the ground with bare feet, walked to the window and looked at the silver-clad world outside.

It wasn't until Congliang couldn't help but go down to the ground, hugged his legs, put on his shoes, and hugged him tightly from behind, he didn't say: "I always felt that there was nothing wrong with my life, but you showed up. In the future, I feel that I still need two lives before I can feel good and be liked, even if it is a monster."

Yun Chou said: "It doesn't seem to be the case now."

With a sigh of conscience, he secretly wanted to finish the calf. Sure enough, Yun Chou grabbed her hand at the next moment and threw her out all the way.

"It's not me that you like," Yun Chou said, "How can you be considered a person after reincarnation?!"

Cong Liang slammed into the table, his lower back hurt, and he looked at Yun Chou with a pale face, "You...you're all alone."

Yun Chou stood silently, and Congliang suddenly felt a creepy feeling. This feeling was too familiar. She didn't even think about it, so she quickly stepped forward. On the window sill, there were three big red apples in the fruit bowl. On the edge of the fruit plate, there is a sharp fruit knife.

Although Cong Liang ran very fast, he only had time to grab the knife Yun Chou poked at his neck with his bare hands.

Cong Liang grimaced, but Yun Chou was still holding on to the handle of the knife, with a grim expression on his face, and the blue veins of his smile burst out, "I'm neither the first nor the last, the one you love is not me, think It's not me who wants to spend a lifetime together, why!"

"Five people, you know that the place where I stay is empty, and I can't reach the world and I won't land. How does it feel to listen to you kissing and kissing others every day?!"

Congliang's tears blurred his eyes, "How could I not really love you," Congliang choked and said, "I can recognize you just by looking at you, and I have truly been with you all my life, the husband and wife who has been with you all my life. , are you going to wipe out a word?"

"What are you doing?" Cong Liang sighed.

Of course she knew what Yun Chou was doing. He would rather die than allow others to get it. This is his style.

However, Yun Chou did not refuse to let go as she imagined. Seeing that Congliang's hand that was holding the knife was bleeding profusely, she gradually loosened her strength and let Congliang grab the knife from his hand.

"Give me the medicine." Yun Chou said.

Cong Liang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Yun Chou frowned and asked, "Isn't it a fragrant ointment, just apply it for a while? Bring it, I'll apply it to you."

"I'm already an ordinary person." Cong Liang said, "There is no such medicine anymore."

But she opened a drawer, took out the medicine box, and pulled Yun Chou with the other hand to sit on the kang.

"Help me bandage it." She opened the medicine box and handed it to Yun Chou.

Congliang instructed Yun Chou to wrap her hand tightly. In fact, the hole was not deep, but it was hurt in the palm of her hand.

After bandaging, the two sat on the hot kang, relatively speechless. Congliang tried to lean over twice, but was pushed away by Yun Chou. She rolled and kicked her legs on the kang. cloud ugly.

Ask: "Don't you miss me?"

Yun Chou's eyelashes flickered, he lowered his eyes and didn't say a word, how could he not want to, after he became one with his past and present life and knew everything, he was always thinking about it, and wanted to come out and kill himself.

But he really came out. When he saw his partner who had been with him all his life, when he smelled her familiar blood, he didn't want to die, he just wanted to stay.

"Don't you want to hug me?" Cong Liang moved closer to Yun Chou.

"Why are you angry with yourself..." Congliang said again and got closer.

Yun Chou was kicked by Congliang's calf, raised his eyes and gave her a cold look, when Congliang saw him like this, he knew that he was loose, and immediately leaned over and kissed Yun Chou's profile face.

Yun Chou's face slowly turned a little red. In that lifetime, the feeling of being together in the room between the two of them appeared one by one. He had never seen it before, and he didn't know how it felt when he could see it...

He didn't know what beauty looked like, but Congliang was completely different from what he imagined in his mind, but he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Jianliang boldly sat on Yun Chou's legs, wrapped his hands around his neck, and tilted his head to observe his expression.

Yun Chou met her eyes, suddenly stretched out his arms to hug her tightly, and swung sideways towards the kang, and was about to take shelter. Cong Liang saw the confusion in his eyes before he used to want to do things, and the three spirits and seven spirits flew half in shock. .

It's broad day. Her mother doesn't have the habit of knocking on the door to enter the house. Both of them are sneaking around at night and don't dare to be too loud...

"Wait, wait...uh" Congliang's lips were blocked by neither light nor heavy, Yun Chou came over, opened his eyes and locked her tightly, Cong Liang's injured hand was raised to the top of his head, and the other hand hooked Yun Chou's waist, He stroked his back lightly, his eyes throbbing in Yun Chou's rippling eyes.

Between the kisses, he hurriedly said, "First put... the table... on the door..."

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After waking up that day, Jiang Yin's personality disappeared, and Song Chen and Congliang were each in a tangle.

The key is that Song Chen remembered what he had done three times, but he was like a bystander, unable to control himself, his whole face was twitching, Cong Liang comforted him for a long time, and Song Chen later cried and asked Cong Liang, was he right? Suffering from madness.

Congliang has always been lenient and can run horses, but this time, involuntarily, he always shakes his mind. Song Chen is more powerful than her, and he talks to himself for a long time. , and soft like a piece of sugar cake melted on Cong Liang's body.

This day, my father and my mother went to the market, and I went to the county town to pick up my younger brother, who came home from vacation. Song Chen turned around Congliang for a long time with a tangled face, and then hesitantly said, "I... always have some dreams."

"It doesn't look like a dream..." Song Chen hugged Congliang's waist, who was cutting fruit and drying it, "I think those are real. I have lived with you for several lifetimes."

With a shudder from her conscience, she almost cut her hands. Her hunch that she had been **** for the past few days finally came true. Last time, she didn't kowtow, but Jiang Yin's personality suddenly appeared. Although it appeared abruptly, it disappeared quickly. But she always felt that she really saw the aftermath of fusion that the main system said.

Damn it's a little bit?

"What are you dreaming about?" Cong Liang kissed Song Chen on the head, and continued to cut the fruit in his hand, but he was very anxious.

"Dream that you are my mother..."

"Hey!" Congliang slashed his fingernail with a knife. Although it didn't cut through, the large kitchen knife was not small, and it was painful enough.

However, Song Chen didn't notice her abnormality, and continued, "In my dream, I was a prince." Song Chen said here, his eyes were bent, "You are a queen mother, you must be good to me."

Congliang also smiled, without turning his head, he said softly, "I have never seen such a beautiful and noble man at that time, his eyes and heart were both blinded by you..."

Song Chen didn't say a word, paused for a while, and then continued: "I still dreamed that you were torn apart by a wolf for me, and that you chop wood every day, and you sold me a street corner sugar cake."

Cong Liang put down the knife, turned around and pulled Song Chen's hand, "What else are you dreaming about?"

"I still remember kissing you under the umbrella in the heavy rain, jumping from the big boat into the sea, and the cloth bag in my arms that would not let go even after death, all I wanted was to take the money home and have a good life with my sister."

Song Chen's eyes turned red, he stepped forward and hugged Congliang, "The world is desolate, the sky is always gray, you and I will spend a lifetime in a hot spring in the middle of the mountain..."

Song Chen choked and said, "Tell me, are these all true?"

Cong Liang put his head on Song Chen's shoulder, nodded vigorously, his eyes were wet.

"When I lost control before..." Song Chen's voice was barely audible, "It's me in previous lives, right?"

Congliang didn't respond, he just hugged Song Chen tightly, Song Chen didn't ask any more, touched Congliang's hair, put his lips on her forehead, and said sincerely, "I once thought that I was lucky enough to have a lifetime with you. , but it turns out that I have been with you for so many lifetimes,"

Song Chen burst into tears, but smiled with two deep dimples, "You must love me very much, so you will find me and stay with me forever."

Cong Liang held Song Chen's hand against his face, just nodded and moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say or say.

"Let you watch me grow old and die in every life," Song Chen touched Congliang's face in distress, "You must be very uncomfortable in your heart."

Congliang's expression cracked for a moment, then he quickly shook his head, nodded again, and finally couldn't help it, he threw himself into Song Chen's arms, and sobbed.

For several lifetimes, Congliang never regarded the mission world as a false one, knew and loved each other for a lifetime, and finally watched his beloved grow old and die. Congliang never said anything, but only used one reason to support himself. In the next life, I can still meet him.

But sending off a lover with his own hands, how could it not be turned upside down once, but Congliang has never been good at weakness, and these words can't be told.

Song Chen said that, Congliang felt as if the strings she had stretched for a long time were broken. When she chose to spend her whole life with Song Chen, it seemed to be neat and tidy. Who would have seen that she personally took the knife and gave up those previous lives. , What does the blood in my heart look like?

"Don't cry." Song Chen said, "No matter who I am, I love you the same."

In the end, Congliang didn't cry as she wished. Aunt Zhang from Qiancun went to her house to buy stupid eggs. When she saw Congliang's eyes were red, she thought that the couple were bickering. After checking the eggs and paying the money, she stood in the yard. "Song Chen and Congliang don't want to be trivial...

It took more than an hour to leave. After Aunt Zhang left, Cong Liang buried that point in her heart, and the sadness drawn by Song Chen's three or two words had already dissipated in the spit.

Cong Liang sent people away, closed the door, looked back at Song Chen and smiled, she continued to cut the sand and dried it, and Song Chen continued to tell about the things in his dream, this time, neither of them cried, but giggled. Reminisce about the past.

After a large basket of sand fruit was cut, Congliang covered the fruit slices with gauze to prevent flies, and the remaining fruit cores were carried to the pigsty.

Her family has a pig with black and white flowers that looks like a cow, so she simply named it a cow.

This cow is an adult old sow. She has given birth to three litters. She is never afraid of people. She claims to be a great hero in the family. , If you don't eat it all, you won't be able to go back no matter how you rush.

Cong Liang poured the core of the fruit, and one of them didn't pay attention, so the cow was squeezed out again and went straight to the chicken food.

Cong Liang threw the basket and chased after him. The cows chirped around the yard and played Cong Liang in circles.

At this moment, Song Chen twisted one end of the rope tied to the cart, and threw it in his hand a few times, and then suddenly threw it out, hitting the cow's eye exactly, and the cow's feet turned upside down. As soon as he got up, he was hit on the head again.

Cong Liang was stunned as he watched the knots fly around the cows. After a while, he ran the cows screeching to the circle. He didn't eat chicken food for the first time, so he died, returned to the circle, and burrowed directly into the straw. , hide his head.

He closed the pigsty door like a sleepwalker. Congliang turned his head and ran towards "Song Chen", jumping directly onto him. He also tacitly caught Congliang's legs and hugged her like a child.

"Dad?" Cong Liang called tentatively.

With a long-lost gentle smile, Congliang shouted in a trembling voice, "Ding Mao!"

Ding Mao hugged Cong Liang and leaned on the windowsill halfway, kissed her forehead, and made a low "um...".

"When did you..." Cong Liang hugged Ding Mao's neck tightly, wanting to ask when you came out, but her throat was a little tight and she couldn't ask.

Ding Mao and Song Chen's personalities are completely different, but there is a similarity, that is, they will never make trouble. Song Chen treats her meticulously, and Ding Mao treats her as a child. Even if he was thin like that, he still tried his best to be good to him.

But if it wasn't for Ding Mao showing a knot in his hand, Cong Liang would not even recognize him.

"I," Cong Liang looked for Ding Mao's neck and kissed him all the way, holding Ding Mao's lips, and said vaguely, "I miss you..."

The same appearance, even if it is Song Chen's skin, doesn't match Ding Mao's age at all, but when Ding Mao appeared, there was a touch of generosity and gentleness between the brows of this appearance, and it did not seem to violate the harmony at all.

Cong Liang released his legs and slipped off Ding Mao's body, dragged him into the house, closed the door, and threw himself into Ding Mao's arms again.

The two embraced quietly, with the warm air all around, Ding Mao lowered his head and kissed Congliang's hair, rubbed her earlobe with her fingers, put one arm around her waist, and held her tightly in her arms.

"Girl," Ding Mao asked in a low voice, "How are you doing?"

Congliang's nose was sour, buried in Ding Mao's chest and nodded, Ding Mao smiled, it was the kind of old father's smile that Congliang hated the most, but now he looks at Congliang and wants to cry.

On the face without scars, this smile no longer has a sinister meaning, and it precipitates the full doting of his beloved little girl in the years of his life together.

The two hugged each other at the door for a long time. Cong Liang raised his head and glanced at him. Seeing that he lowered his eyes, his eyes were full of tenderness, like a dead person, but he just looked at her infatuated.

She took the initiative to send it up with a pouted mouth, and Ding Mao just lingered and kissed her, without any further action.

Cong Liang...?

All of them appear in a hurry, although it is broad day... but it is rare that parents are not at home. The fifth uncle's taste, in the later period of his life, was due to his poor health. Haven't had enough fun.

However, her hands were dishonest, but Ding Mao just raised her eyebrows to look at her, reacted violently, but kissed her dotingly, but didn't do anything.

"Don't make trouble, girl..." Ding Mao's voice was a little hoarse, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he said in a deep voice, "I want to see you for a while..." It was too late.

Cong Liang smiled sweetly, she really looked like a little girl who was just beginning to fall in love. She was about to make fun of a few words, but when she saw the person holding her, her expression changed, her face full of displeasure, she grabbed her neck and asked : "Why didn't I know you would laugh like that?"

Congliang blushed because of his lack of breath: "..."

It is said that that afternoon, Congliang experienced falling from heaven to "hell".

In the infinite transition from "hell" to heaven, even the two birds in the room who were sticking to each other and grooming each other's feathers chirped and flew away in fright.

When Congliang's mother and father came back with her brother, who was on vacation, when Congliang came out of the house with a pale face, the frightened family almost sent her to the hospital.

After that, the sequelae were completely exposed, and Congliang lived in dire straits where five people switched seamlessly every day, gritted his teeth sweetly and painfully.

Finally, in winter, Cong Liang couldn't bear it anymore... and ran away from home.

Twelve hours later, her face turned blue again, and she came back by herself. She squatted on the hillside for half the night, and finally accepted the schizophrenic baby with her teeth.

There's no way - how hard the torture is, how hard she loves to let go.

But this time, it was a blessing in disguise. The five personalities didn't know how to negotiate. They changed every month, and the remaining two months of the year were all Song Chen. After all, he was the body.

Then, Congliang lived like a fairy, and realized the sourness of changing grooms every month and being a bride every month.

There is only one point that they haven't been able to discuss so far. With regard to the doll, either one cannot have one, or there must be five.

Congliang touched his stomach and the bankbook at home, struggled for a long time, and silently wholesaled a large box of condoms.

- The episode ends.