MTL - Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?-Chapter 11 Feeling extremely guilty

"Hey!" Li Changtian gasped in pain.

This actually startled Yan Shu, he hurriedly let go of Li Changtian's hand, stood up hastily, and took a big step back in panic.

Li Changtian was right, this grave was the grave of the second girl of the Su family. Yan Shu brought him here today because she really wanted to kill the prisoner who persecuted the **** the first seven days of the second girl.

But he was wrong.

Miss Su's left forehead was bruised by a stone. The prisoner's dominant hand should be the right hand, but the man in front of him was acting with the left hand.

Yan Shu blinked in disbelief.

He almost killed an innocent man.

But since this is the case, who is the murderer of Su Er girl?

Why did Shi Gengren insist that he saw Li Changtian molesting the girl?

Is there more than one prisoner, and there are others besides him? It was another prisoner who knocked Miss Su unconscious, and then was abused by Li Changtian?

wrong.

Yan Shu immediately denied this possibility.

Yanshu has visited many people in Chuyu Town these days, and when everyone mentioned Li Changtian, they used three words to describe him.

foreigner.

Li Changtian was not a native of Yu Town. He had been living here for some reason, and he had been in Yu Town for less than a month.

Who would conspire to harm a girl with a fool who squatted on the corner every day to pick up peels? And he's still an unfamiliar idiot.

"Hey!"

A call suddenly pulled back Yan Shu's wandering thoughts.

Li Changtian still held the pulp in the smashed nuts in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly, "Are you going to eat it? I'll eat it if you don't eat it."

"You..." Yan Shu looked at him and said hesitantly.

"Ah?" Li Changtian stuffed the nuts into his mouth and chewed.

"What's your name?" Yan Shu asked. After a pause, he added, "Do you remember your name?"

Li Changtian: "…"

This person doesn't really think of himself as a fool, does he?

But it's okay to ask for a name, at least you don't have to be a nameless ghost.

Li Changtian found a dead branch, wrote his name on the soil, then raised his head and asked Yanshu, "Do you understand?"

Yan Shu nodded, he frowned lightly, discerned it for a while, and then slowly read it out.

"Li Changtian."

Seeing that Yanshu could understand, Li Changtian sighed in his heart: It seems that this world is the same as his original world.

"My name is Yan Shu." Yan Shu knelt down beside Li Changtian, took the dead wood branch in his hand, and wrote his name next to the name Li Changtian wrote.

Yan Shu's handwriting is very delicate, stroke by stroke, iron painting with silver hooks, and you can tell by a glance that he has practiced.

In contrast, Li Changtian's words seem a bit dog-crawling.

Li Changtian's face blushed unsatisfactorily, he stretched out his hand and scratched at the soil on the ground, smearing the words.

Yan Shu hesitated for a moment, then said, "You have a finger injury, it is best not to touch the dirty soil, otherwise the wound will be difficult to heal."

"Ah?" Li Changtian didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Yan Shu's inexplicable concern, "Who gave me the injury to my finger?"

Yan Shu was silent, and his face was ashamed. He was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Li Changtian wondered, did he guess wrong? This person didn't even plan to ask for his head in front of Su Er's tomb?

"Go back to the county magistrate's mansion." Yan Shu said.

Li Changtian looked up to the sky and sighed, then tossed his annoyingly long hair behind his head and muttered, "Let's go again, Fake."

Yan Shu looked at Li Changtian. This was the first time he had faced this person in so many days. In his impression, he was either lying on his stomach or curled up. Now, looking at Li Changtian's eyebrows, although he was still disheveled and disheveled, he could see a trace of clarity. Jun.

Li Changtian staggered to his feet. He was injured and couldn't stand up straight. He could only bow his back pitifully.

Yan Shu kept looking at Li Changtian, saw that he was in severe pain, and said, "I'll carry you."

"What?" Li Changtian thought he had heard it wrong, and stared at Yan Shu in disbelief, "You carry me?"

Li Changtian looked down at his dirty clothes and Yan Shu's clean white brocade clothes. He always felt that if he touched Yan Shu casually, he could dye his body with dirt and ashes.

"I'll carry you." Yan Shu insisted.

Li Changtian backed away vigilantly.

"What?" Yan Shu asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you can't walk?"

"Isn't this a means of torturing people?" Li Changtian had seen Yan Shu's ferocity before, and he had lingering fears.

"No." Yan Shu shook his head and answered solemnly.

Naturally, Li Changtian didn't believe it. He stretched out his hand and made a 'ho' twice in his mouth, chasing Yan Shu like he was chasing some small animal: "You go, I will follow myself."

Yan Shu: "…"

Yan Shu had to take a dozen steps in the direction of the town and turned to look back at Li Changtian.

Li Changtian covered the wound in his abdomen, gritted his teeth, frowned tightly together, dragged the broken shoes on his feet, limped, and struggled to follow.

Yan Shu couldn't help but remember that the two of them came here before, and Li Changtian just staggered along with him, without saying a single complaint.

Yan Shu's inner guilt deepened, his thin lips pursed lightly, and he suddenly turned around and walked to Li Changtian's side.

"Huh?" Li Changtian lowered his head and gritted his teeth, struggling to support his scarred body to follow Yan Shu's pace, when he suddenly felt that Yan Shu had come back.

"Why..." Li Changtian raised his head in confusion, and then his voice stopped abruptly.

He was beaten and hugged by Yan Shu.