MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 69 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field

Outside the park, I took a taxi and walked towards home. Cong Liang looked at the blue positioning villain on his mobile phone, moved slowly from Central Park to the Xingyue Hotel, stretched out his finger and tapped the positioning villain, "tsk" one sound.

It is necessary to change the routine, but this degree is not very easy to grasp. Jiang Yin owes her money, but she is not afraid that Jiang Yin will be cold as soon as she hangs out. Even if she didn't mention it, Jiang Yin couldn't have taken the money and disappeared.

She has to guard against Jiang Yin's impulse to do something bad in order to repay her money. Besides, even if Jiang Yin doesn't like her at the level of her liking, she will always have a good impression. Have to warm up.

She also has a "culprit" time bomb tied to her body. She has to let Jiang Yin's heart, liver and lungs grow on her before she can reveal her stuff. People will continue to tease her, but she can't use the previous method to tease her.

Congliang put the phone in her pocket, her fingers dipped into her freshly-baked curly hair, stroked, stroked, she was good at rampaging, this kind of "to be a framer, to set up a torii, and to be fucked, and not allowed to fuck. "It requires a certain amount of technical content, and she has to work hard.

She had been exposed to the sun all afternoon in vain, returned from Liang empty stomach, took a taxi back home, a head of fashionable curly hair was caught by herself and turned into an explosive head.

She originally thought that she would have her brother's warm dinner at home. After eating, at least she could think about countermeasures with the white snake system of the natural air conditioner, but as soon as she entered the door, she found that the atmosphere was not right. No, it was not the atmosphere, but the smell.

Cong Liang raised his nose, looking for a strange smell that he did not know. When he opened the door of the kitchen, he saw a kettle sitting on the gas stove. transmitted.

"Brother!" Cong Liang turned off the gas and turned on the exhaust fan.

"Brother!" Congliang shouted in the direction of Cong'an's bedroom, "The water has boiled dry, and the pot is almost running out. What are you doing, brother, brother..."

When Congliang plugged the sink, filled it with cold water, and threw the red kettle on the gas stove with a rag into the sink, "Zila" suddenly lowered the temperature simply and rudely, but Cong'an didn't even move.

Cong Liang finally felt that something was wrong. Cong An was not Yun Chou from the previous life. He was either cooking a string of smoked rice porridge, or a cauldron that became red. Since she was brought back these days, Cong An has added too much salt to cooking. There is no time, how is it possible that there is still water on the stove, and people are nowhere to be seen?

"Fuck!" Cong Liangji suddenly remembered something, and burst out to the limit of his physical strength, "speed of light" crashed out of the kitchen and ran to his bedroom...

The bedroom door was pushed but didn't open, "Xiao Fang! What are you doing blocking the door, where is my brother?!"

There was no echo in the room, and there was no sound from knocking in his head. Cong Liang silently stepped back, slammed his feet on the ground to help two steps, and hit the door with one foot, "Bang! Boom! Crash!"

Because of her anxiety, she planned to treat Cong'an as her own brother in this life, for fear that the system would change to a big white snake, and some kind of cannibalism would develop, and she swallowed her hard-earned brother whole.

As a result, I don't know how to use the strength of this kick. It has the effect of a martial arts TV series. It seems that one kick has some unique internal strength. The system also let Cong Liang kick directly to the side wall, and his huge head hit the wall and then fell off, smashing a glass lamp that was placed against the wall.

Cong Liang was shocked by himself, but he was stunned for a second, then he ignored the broken glass on the ground and ran in to find Cong An.

The bedroom is not big, Congliang has searched for places where he can hide people, not even the cupboards or under the bed, and he didn't even see a person.

"You ate him?" Cong Liang turned to look at the system at the door that dared not move, and grabbed the fruit knife from the small coffee table.

"No, no, no!" The system boss's snake head shook out a phantom and quickly denied it. Vertical pupil stared pitifully at the fruit knife in Cong Liang's hand, leaning against the wall and slipping silently into the bathroom.

Congliang stared at the wriggling body of the system, not seeing any signs of the drum breaking, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "What about my brother?"

"In his own room." The system had already slipped halfway to the bathroom, "crashing" all of a sudden, and didn't know what it knocked down.

"Don't **** shrink!" Congliang threw the fruit knife back on the coffee table, "Can you fit in your bathroom?!"

"...Well, that's not right." Cong Liang gestured according to the system, "Why the **** are you so thick!"

"Did you frighten Cong An?" Cong Liang pinched the two adult-sized snake heads in the system, "Why didn't he respond when I called him in the room... fainted?"

Congliang let go of the system and walked towards Cong'an's bedroom, the system stabbed and stabbed and followed behind Congliang.

"Stay here!" Cong Liang turned his head and pointed at the system with raised eyebrows and raised eyes. The system's neck shrank, and the living room was coiled up to the height of one person.

Cong Liang gaped, kicked the system's tail vigorously, and pushed open Cong'an's bedroom door.

Cong An was lying on his back in the bedroom. He seemed to be asleep, but his face was pale. Cong Liang leaned in and shook it slightly. Cong An frowned and snorted. Next, Cong An just hummed and touched his forehead, it was hot and hot.

He came out of the room with a dignified expression, and was about to scolded the system for a meal, and by the way, he found some antipyretics.

But as soon as he walked out of the living room door, he was stunned. There was a volume as tall as one person in the living room just now. After a while, the whole thing was gone. Cong Liang thought the system had returned to the room. Bai Bai is a small lump, as small as a lump of shit.

Cong Liang stared at him and blinked his eyes a few times. After confirming that he was not blinded, he looked closer. Can this system transform into a suit?

The system was being rolled into a small volume, and the head was shrunk under the body in a self-sacrificing way. It was pulled out from the good two fingers, and he flicked the snake's head vigorously, "Can you transform, won't you change sooner?!"

"Ow!" the system screamed, "I didn't know it at first, but he came back at noon today. When he entered the room, I huddled under the bed and didn't dare to come out, but he looked everywhere and called a cat. bark like that," said the system, "as soon as I'm scared..."

The system paused, and the little snake's head drooped down, "It got thicker and thicker, and he passed out on the spot."

Congliang silently rubbed his fingers at the thick and thin system, and screamed, "When you're afraid, it's thick, so why is it thin now?"

"I won't be afraid when you come back," the system said. "Should you take him to the hospital?"

"You brought him back to the bedroom?" Cong Liang asked.

"I dragged... back to the bedroom." The system became a little thicker, seeing that Congliang didn't respond, it became the thickness of his arm, and the whole body was wrapped around Congliang's body.

"Can you control the thickness now?"

"Yes." I practiced all afternoon.

"It's just a little frightening, just take some antipyretics and call me," Congliang was frightened when she was a child, and her mother always called her.

"He slept all afternoon?" Cong Liang asked the system, narrowing his eyes.

"…yes."

"You're not telling the truth," Cong Liangzhao slapped the system on the head, "When I came back, the kitchen was still boiling with a kettle. If the house caught fire early in the afternoon, what the **** is going on! "

The system was changed from a good and fierce one to a small one, and it slid out of the back of Cong Liang's neck and into his clothes, honestly explaining the whole afternoon's events.

It first became old and thick, which scared Cong'an into a faint, and then found that it could become thick, and tried hard to make it thinner, but when Cong'an was unconscious for a while and just woke up, it was frightened, thickened again.

It was like this over and over again for an afternoon, and the time it took to pass out from An became shorter and shorter. The last time, although his face was blue, he did not pass out. He shook his hand and touched its head, that is, the finger was bigger than its body. cold.

He stood up and said idly that he was going to cook food for Congliang, but he passed out again in the kitchen. As soon as the system dragged him back to the house, Congliang came back, afraid that Congliang would get angry, so he blocked the door.

After listening to the whole incident, Cong Liang sat cross-legged on the sofa and sighed, "What a sin!"

"I think he has a pretty good tolerance in his heart," the system's voice had an irrepressible delight, "he can accept me."

Cong Liang shook his head, got up to find anti-fever medicine for Cong An, but the pot was no longer usable, so he used a new small iron pot to heat up hot water, carrying a rice spoon and planning to call the soul to Cong An, but he remembered the worst piece When I was in trouble, my feet slammed on the sliding kitchen door again, "You didn't **** say anything, did you?"

"I told him that I was raised by you..." The system quickly jumped down from Cong Liang and got back into the messy bedroom.

"Fuck..." Cong Liang leaned against the door frame and didn't know what to say, "How strong does Andrew have to accept such a fantastic thing?"

Before the water opened, Cong Liang first learned the way her mother called her soul when she was a child. The rice spoon knocked on the door frame, one foot inside and one foot outside, calling Cong An's name and calling him home for dinner. Anyway, the order was followed. , I don't know if it's useful or not.

When the water boiled, Cong An was forcibly woken up and given antipyretics, and then he took time to clean up the mess in his house.

When everything was sorted out and the garbage was thrown away, Cong An finally sweated. When I was a child, my mother said that she was frightened by a high fever. As long as she started sweating after calling, it would be fine when the high fever subsided. Cong An was able to sleep peacefully before closing the bedroom. out the door.

I was too hungry, too lazy to get food, I pulled the system to the bed, made it a suitable size for my arms, and went to sleep.

The door to the bedroom was gone. Cong Liang was woken up by the aroma the next morning. He stumbled and searched for the aroma. When he opened the kitchen door, he saw that the system had become **** thick and was coiling shamelessly. Cong An's calf was still swimming upwards, cooking noodles from An's pot, turning back and smiling at Cong Liang Zong, and looking at Cong Liang stiffly, he seemed to hear the sound of bones "clicking".

She pulled Xiao Fang off Cong'an's calf and tied it to her waist. Cong Liang stood at the door scratching his head trying to explain something, but she really didn't know how to explain such a magical event that a snake could be thick or thin and could speak.

After standing for a long time without knowing how to speak, Cong'an turned off the fire, turned around and patted Congliang's head, his face was pale but he didn't ask anything, he just sighed, and gave Congliang a gentle smile. After that, the eyes of the two excited eyes were red, and they just wanted to give the powerful brother Cong An three kowtows.

After breakfast, Cong An went to work with a white face. After the system passed Cong An, it means that it can blatantly stay. In the future, even if the mission target cannot accept it, it can still come to Cong An and happily change back and forth in the room, going around. scramble.

Congliang turned on his mobile phone and saw that the little blue man was still at the Home Inn. After thinking about it, he searched for food delivery nearby, and ordered breakfast to be delivered.

Jiang Yin basically couldn't get up for breakfast in the morning. When he was hanging out, he didn't eat breakfast, he just got up and left, and he would make up for lunch when he was hungry.

I was woken up by the knock on the door in the morning. I was really dumbfounded. The people living here are all bastards. There is no such thing as knocking on the door. After the meal was delivered and the door was closed, the faint scent of the food floated into his nose along the lunch box, and Jiang Yin regained his senses.

Opening the bag, the aroma filled the air, awakening Jiang Yin's appetite, and at the same time reminding him of the woman who turned his face after leaving him last night.

In this world, besides the little bell that is still in detention, there is only the woman left. Jiang Yin raised one lip and smiled slantingly, with a bit of disdain and a bit of joy that he didn't realize. .

After whistling, he washed up quickly, threw a shrimp dumpling into his mouth, and mumbled to himself, "Isn't it a turn of the face, and I ordered food to be delivered by Baba. I'm sorry to see me if I don't come by myself?"

"Tsk," Jiang Yin made a schizophrenic gesture to the opposite Void, with his thumb still rubbing back and forth on the lips of the "people" opposite, the rogue raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you like what I like? Are you going to die?"

Throughout the morning, Jiang Yin used his eyes to wander the Central Park across the street from time to time, when he was parking, when he was idle, but the figure he thought would appear, never appeared. He was a little irritable, and A little bit.

He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. There was the contact information left by the woman on it, but the two never spoke.

At the end of the day, Jiang Yin was so busy that he forgot about the woman's troubles. When he came home from get off work at night, he pushed open the door and tidy up the clean, tidy and scented room, and the gauze on the bed. And medicine, let Jiang Yin ponder again.

For more than half a month, there was a hot and varied breakfast in the morning, ice water brought by passers-by at noon, and even the aunt of their staff cafeteria, who gave him an extra spoonful of meat when he cooked food, and pushed it when he went home in the evening. The door and the room were clean and tidy no matter what he deliberately made the day before. The quilt was always soft and sunny, and even the dirty underwear he hid under the mattress could be taken out and washed.

Jiang Yin knew that the woman must have been wandering around him all day, but he had searched several places where he could hide, but he couldn't find it.

He's so old, no one treats him so well, but what does it mean if you change your way to send warmth, but don't meet each other? If you want to soak him, don’t let him do it, and now you don’t even show your face, what kind of soaking method is this?

He couldn't hold back the phone call two days ago, but just after the call, he said "hello", and hung up there, hung up! Then turn it off again!

An evil fire in Jiang Yin's heart was growing day by day. He didn't know what the woman's name was, or where she lived. He couldn't answer calls or text messages.

The next morning, he didn't eat his breakfast, so he threw it down the small window and fell to the ground. The person who delivered the ice water at noon was smashed in the face by him on the spot. The aunt in the cafeteria shared the spoonful of meat with others. She was in a bad mood, and the heavens followed suit. There was a strong wind on the top of the black cloud cover in the afternoon, blowing all over the sky. It's all tree leaves and yellow sand garbage bags.

When I was about to get off work, it was difficult to give birth, and it finally started to rain. The raindrops were wrapped in the sand that had been scraped all afternoon and smashed down.

Jiang Yin was wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella with one hand for the guests. When everyone was about to leave, his hands were even wet with gauze.

The commuter car has long since left, and the raincoat has to be left to the person on duty. The umbrella at the door is not allowed to be taken by employees. It is pouring more and more outside. The wound on his hand cannot be soaked for a long time, so he can only take a taxi in the rain. Find a small clinic first.

But in such a heavy rain, taxis are not easy to take. Jiang Yin ran under the big tree at the intersection, and even the bottom of his pants was soaked. There were people in the past two taxis.

Cong Liang Xiao Hutong was wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella. In this weather, she couldn’t find any passers-by to serve as “paratroopers” for her. The amount of rain a tree can block is very limited. Jiang Yin, an old man, is not afraid of watering, but there is an injury on his hand. Cong Liang thought about it, stomped his foot, and got on himself.

The plan was to run after stuffing the umbrella, but after the umbrella was stuffed, he also ran, and when he turned around in the small alley, he was held down by Jiang Yin.

The black sky, the black umbrella, the wet and muddy small alley, and the neon lights in the distance glowing in the rain, Congliang was pressed against the wall of the small alley, eating more and less.

I don't know when the umbrella fell to the ground. With the puddles floating far away, it became a **** boat full of rain. Jiang Yinzhen was so wet that he couldn't penetrate any more. , but he was hot all over, feeling that he could almost burn at the moment.

All the senses have become dull, only the bit between the lips is clear and piercing, and the thoughts are forced to hang up three times a day, and I can't even scold the word "fuck", so I pressed this and avoided it for more than half a time. Yue, a woman who "follows me like a shadow" every day, kissed her in the dark.

Jiang Yin didn't even know what was wrong with him, but after catching the person who gave him the umbrella, and seeing that it was a woman who had been hanging around him for so many days, he just wanted to do this.

"Okay...uh...Oh, it's alright." Congliang pushed Jiang Yin away, dumped the water from the umbrella upside down, and propped it up on top of the two of them, "Hurry up and get a cab...uh."

Different from the "evil dog grabbing food" just now, this kiss can be called a warm and sweet love, Cong Liang took a light breath, the rain was like an arrow and the umbrella on the top of the neon-colored head split the world into such a small piece, as if except for The small alleys embrace each other, and there is no one else in this world.

Jiang Yin put his arms around Congliang's waist, the two of them absorbed each other's body temperature through the raincoat, and their lips and teeth were separated for a short time.

"What's your name? Why did you hang up on me? Where the **** have you been hiding all these days?"

I kissed in the heavy rain just now, swallowed a lot of rain, Cong Liang licked his lips, still feeling thirsty. Avoiding Jiang Yin's sight, one hand hooked Jiang Yin's waist intimately, and the other hand held an umbrella out of the small alley.

"Oh, take a taxi first, buy medicine, and I'll change the medicine for you when you get home." From the perspective of his conscience, his mind turned sharply, Jiang Yin didn't know her name yet, so she couldn't tell Jiang Yin her at this juncture. called Cong Liang.

How good the results have been for more than half a month, how enthusiastic Jiang Yin's performance was just now, and now the most important thing is to add some fuel to the fire and let the fire burn.

The two stood at the intersection for a while before they got into the car. Jiang Yin kept looking at Congliang with an unintelligible smile, and burned what he saw in Congliang's ears.

The eldest treasure in this life is actually quite cute. He doesn't have Wei Zishi's habit of being hands-on, and he doesn't have the problem of Yun Chou's actions and demons seeing blood. It's just that the little tree doesn't grow straight and needs to be repaired.

Thinking about it carefully, in the last life, Yun Chou was completely a tree with a crooked neck. She didn't hang herself on top of it. In this life, Jiang Yin was still young, so she repaired it manually. Tsk, she will grow straight in the future, how comfortable she is to lean on. .

In the pharmacy, Cong Liang wore a raincoat, went down to buy medicine and gauze, and returned home by car, and hurriedly changed the medicine first. After finding a plastic bag to put Jiang Yin's gloves on, he sent him to take a bath.

She was wearing a raincoat and rain boots, except that she drank some rainwater when kissing, and her bangs were wet, and the rest of the place was quite dry. After taking off her raincoat and tidying up the house, she called one by one to deliver meals.

It was raining so hard that no one was willing to come after several calls. Eventually, one of them picked up and charged twice the delivery fee.

After finishing the meal, Cong Liang took off his rain boots and sat cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with Jiang Yin's phone, which completely crashed and could not be turned on.

But the strange thing is that the phone can't be turned on, and the location on her mobile phone can still be displayed.

Jiang Yin came back from the bath, hung up the towel, stood by the bed and looked at Cong Liang, turned around and locked the door that was unlocked for ten thousand years.

"Huh?" Congliang saw that things were going to be bad, Jiang Yin took off the plastic bag from his hand, and pressed Congliang with this injured hand, his wicked laugh soared into the sky. Press down on the bed.

The single quilt cover and the two were stretched thin, and Cong Liang was not honest, so Jiang Yin wasted his strength to push his pants out along the foot of the bed.

"Just let me." Jiang Yin pressed Congliang with his left hand, and his right hand sank into Congliang's hair.

"I'll make you a fart!" Congliang raised his knees and supported Jiang Yin to prevent him from pressing down, "Don't be ashamed and make me angry."

"Why are you like this..." Jiang Yin buried his head in Congliang's neck and arched, "Let me do it once, don't you like me?"

"Then do you like me?" Cong Liang pushed Jiang Yin to sit up, "I know you want to **** me, do you like me?"

Jiang Yin lowered his head, buried it in Congliang's ear and didn't lift it up. When Congliang asked the person who was trying to play a hooligan just now, his ears turned red, and after a while, his neck and face even turned red.

Congliang glanced at her side, her heart softened suddenly, although she didn't understand Jiang Yingang was still playing with the old hooligan, his pants were slipping off so slippery, and he knew how to press her injured hand so that she wouldn't dare to struggle. In an instant, it became a pure bunny, but still unconsciously raised his lips.

Seeing that Jiang Yin was silent, Cong Liang rubbed his red ears and asked again, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Yin blushed and deflated his stomach for a while, but he didn't say anything. He pushed Cong Liang down again, and the quilt was pulled tightly before he said, "Anyway... I didn't want to **** anyone else."

The author has something to say: Cong Liang: Do you like me?

Jiang Yin: I...want to sleep with you.

Congliang: The male protagonist of this world is gone.

Jiang Yin: …o(╥﹏╥)o

_(:з"∠)_ Actually your body is sometimes more honest than you are.

Who you like, sometimes before you can figure it out, you will first want to hug, kiss, and sleep.