MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 93 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

What can I say about these eyes, there are no complicated and ever-changing extreme emotions in them, there is an empty dead silence, Cong Liang would rather see Ding Mao in shock and confusion, and even speak cruel words hysterically.

At least that is the case, if there is still noise and quarrel, the relationship may be repaired. At this moment, Ding Mao's eyes are completely indistinguishable from a table and a stool. If there is, he probably won't look so close. A table and a stool.

Soon, Ding Mao didn't even show a single expression, he closed his half-open eyes, and squeezed Cong Liangman's expectant and anxious look out of his two rows of slender eyelashes.

The system "tsk tsk tsk" in his mind, Cong Liang's hand was still on Ding Mao's back, and his fingertips tentatively rubbed twice, but Ding Mao didn't even blink his eyelashes.

Cong Liangmo took out his hand, and called out "little five uncle", using a soft, soft sound that is rarely heard, a begging tone that only comes out when the bed can't stand it.

However, the export had no effect at all. After Ding Mao closed his eyes, just like when he was in a coma last night, he didn't give Congliang any reaction from a living person. Congliang moved his lips, which really emptied all his softness. Not knowing what to do, I just sat up silently.

She regained her strength. The wound that the mouse made on her body last night has long since disappeared. There are still a few mice beside the table trying to climb up on the table. One foot, one kick and one step, quickly solved a few mice.

Thinking about what the original body did, Da Bao'er's axial temperament will definitely not be good for a while. Congliang sighed a long time. In the past few lives, it was just imprisonment, trafficking and frame-up. This life directly After escalating to death and betrayal, Cong Liang glanced at Ding Mao, who was lying on the table sideways and didn't even move.

She couldn't ignore Big Bo'er if she didn't get a head start. Cong Liang kicked the little mouse who was wandering around her feet and studied the mouth to the ceiling. With a sound of "Dang!"

When he turned around, he was no longer at a loss for words. He took Ding Mao's armpit and legs and hugged him easily. I picked it up and subconsciously slammed it down. It felt so good to have this power returning.

Congliang walked to the door with a big man who was much taller than herself. She had to go back to the rooftop first. No matter what, it was safe there. After Dingmao was settled down, she had to go out to see what she could see. , clothes and food.

Rao Shi Dingmao was in a state of death last moment, he was suddenly picked up in the air, and he opened his eyes abruptly. The moment he met his gaze, one was full of shock, and the other was full of flattery, and stretched forward from Liang's neck. Next, she almost kissed her with one mouth, but fortunately, she didn't **** the mist now, her IQ was still online, and she stopped abruptly in front of Ding Mao's eyes that suddenly widened.

"Hehe..." Cong Liang sneered, sniffling with makeup on his nose, and said, "Little Fifth Uncle, your body is sore, I will send you to the rooftop, and then find water to bathe you."

It's not that they can't be touched at all. I'm so happy from my conscience, and I'm scared to make a gesture of wanting to kiss.

Ding Mao didn't say a word, just struggling to get off the ground. Congliang used so much gel and nutrient solution on Ding Mao last night, but the effect was not very good. At this time, his leg was still swollen and even had a fever.

It's just that although Congliang doesn't care about this posture, she is strong anyway, but the big treasure in this life is obviously not a model for women to hold. Besides, when she goes upstairs, it is not suitable for her to hold it like this, so she didn't stop her, and she slowly followed with kindness. Ding Mao was put down.

"Be careful," Cong Liang diligently got into Ding Mao's arm, "I'll support you..."

Ding Mao's appearance at the moment can't really be described in a bad word, it's just a scar with uneven color and penetrating color on half of it, a person with a heart point, he can't eat when he sees it, not to mention he has a fever, his lips are chapped and his face is flushed. , Because the eyes are all swollen, the hair is messy, the whole body is dirty and can't see, and the face is sullen, just like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

But there is no obstacle to Congliang, not because she has no aesthetics, but because she has been familiar with what this man looks like, what he likes to eat, what his body tastes like, and what frequency he likes most when he does that.

No matter how the appearance changes, it can no longer affect her senses. As long as he is close to him, the comfort and comfort have become subconscious. Cong Liang feels that her love for Da Bao'er has become an instinctive reaction.

Congliang crawls into Ding Mao's arms, tightly wrapping Ding Mao's waist. If it wasn't for Ding Mao's spirit, she really wanted to pinch her. The thin layer of fabric on the side of her waist couldn't stop her at all. Hold on to the firm feel, I just touched it in the morning and woke up after a while, and I haven't had time to touch it below the waist...

Ding Mao stood still for a long time, so Congliang had to speak first, "Let's go," he said, and put Ding Mao's arm down towards her, carrying most of the weight, and then Ding Mao began to move his legs.

He didn't move because he couldn't move, he didn't have the strength. The wound on his left leg was wrapped, it was swollen and disgusting, he was unconscious, and he couldn't see what was going on. His head was unable to think because of the continuous high fever, his throat was on fire when he breathed out a dry breath, and his nose and eyes were also burning. , chapped lips, buzzing ears, he doesn't know how Congliang and he survived here last night, why Congliang looked for him and why.

Haven't given up on him long ago? Ding Mao didn't know what the purpose of Congliang was. The little girl in his heart was already dead, and she died from the day the world changed.

Only when he thinks he is dead can he not remember, he doesn't want to remember. Tentatively, he stepped on his injured leg to the ground... he didn't even feel it.

"Let's go..." Ding Mao finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and dry, his leg was broken, even if he survived, he would die sooner or later, and it would be meaningless to go anywhere.

How could Congliang not know what happened to Ding Mao, pinched Ding Mao's waist, and still hugged him involuntarily, "Your legs will be better," she was really distressed, her face naturally darkened, even her voice It's also very blunt, "I won't..." abandon you and leave you.

Cong Liang paused, rubbed his teeth, paused, and changed his words, "I'll be by your side for the rest of my life."

Ding Mao pursed his lips and said nothing. Cong Liang was afraid that he would struggle again. He almost ran up the fourth floor to the door of the rooftop. He put Ding Mao down and was about to push the door when the small door on the roof opened.

A group of people wrapped in broken plastic stood at the door, looking like they were about to go out, dressed like a group of beggars going to beg for food. What can stop?

The leader was yesterday's hairy beard. He first stared at Ding Mao and looked at it from top to bottom, and then smiled at Cong Liang in an unintelligible way. The fat man next to him gave a "Ouch" and patted Ding Mao on the shoulder. , "Fate, admire!"

It is indeed a great life, and it is a miracle to be able to spend the night in the lower layer and not be eaten into a skeleton when the fog comes.

Congliang was also a little bit positive yesterday. There were really not many mice in that room. If she hadn't fainted, she would have recovered from being bitten. She closed the door in time and was able to survive the night without any risk. If you change someone, you will definitely not survive.

"Get up," Congliang didn't have time to stand with them and let them see, "Don't get in the way."

Cong Liang helped Ding Mao to go inside, and a group of people with different expressions gave way. No one cares about the people who come and go here, because they have to find the food and the food themselves, and they are hungry if they can't find them. , no one will pity you, and your own interests will not be involved, so no one cares about one more person and one less person.

There was even an elder sister who kindly asked Congliang: "I want to go out, are you going?"

Kindness is always gentle with kindness. She smiled and shook her head: "No, I'll wait."

The eldest sister hesitated for a while, and said nothing, and went out with a group of people.

Cong Liang helped... No, she almost dragged Ding Mao to the tent where she woke up. I don't know who put the clothes in it. It can be seen that when she went out last night, someone occupied her place, probably thinking she was living. not.

Cong Liang didn't intend to cause trouble, so he took out his clothes and put them on the ceiling, helped Ding Mao to sit somewhere else first, took out the quilt and shook it well.

With this shake, two small bags of biscuits and half a bottle of water were shaken out. Cong Liang re-laid the quilt, supported Ding Mao, who had been silent, to lie down, took apart the biscuits and stuffed them into his hands.

I don't know if she hid these things before, or if they hid them from the people who occupied the magpie's nest last night. Eat them first, she will find them later, and then return them again.

Ding Mao had chapped lips and was breathing heavily. He stared at the unsealed biscuits in his hand in a daze. Congliang scratched his head and unscrewed the water. After four rounds of searching, he couldn't find anything that could wipe the mouth of the bottle. After washing the mouth of the bottle, the mouth of the bottle was washed thoroughly before handing it to Ding Mao's lips.

"You deal with the pad first, and I'll go out to find something to eat right away." Seeing that Ding Mao was still unmoved, he helped Ding Mao up, raised the water bottle and gave Ding Mao a sip. Ding Mao did not let the water spill out, but instead With water in his head, he glanced at Congliang.

Ding Mao's eyeballs crawled around with tiny bloodshots. His eyes were swollen, but he tried his best to open them. His face was particularly hideous. With his half-destroyed face, he could cry if he was timid.

Congliang was stunned when he looked at it, but it wasn't because of Ding Mao's appearance. Ding Mao's eyes finally brought emotions. Even if it was complicated and fierce, Congliang couldn't interpret the emotions at all, but it was better than being ashes. There are too many, from Liang Dengshi's heart, the ecstasy of the mountains and rivers is full of willows and flowers.

"Little Fifth Uncle..." While the iron was hot, she gently hugged Ding Mao's neck, and the words of apology rolled around her lips for many times, but she didn't say it in the end. Cong Liang didn't come here to be hypocritical and refuse to take the blame, she just felt that the original It's not something that can be forgiven by an apology at all.

After a thousand words, Congliang finally repeated what she just said. She said, "I'll be by your side all my life." Even if you can't be together like a lover, it doesn't matter if you are regarded as a "daughter".

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_

System: Why don't you change the medicine for others?

Cong Liang: Can't get better too fast.

System: ...I heard that right, aren't you heartbroken and dying?

Congliang: It's okay, we can't let him get better too fast.

Congliang: He is good and slow, so I can take advantage of his unfavorable behavior to serve him. Without the friction of the skin, where would the spark of love come from?

System: You rural people really know how to play...