MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 117 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

The beast swarm lasted for three days. The last madness of these beasts, although the lethality was not violent, but the stronger rotten smell after the beast swarm was really ecstasy.

In the early morning of the third day, only a small team came to attack this time. The appearance was quite touching, and most of the rotting ones could see the bones. The cat who roared like a broken bellows, the rabbit with rotten ears, walked all walking. The mice that couldn't form a straight line stubbornly rushed towards the glass door, as if they had to pull humans and perish with them.

Congliang and Dingmao left after the fog dissipated on the fourth day. They broke up with Yang San and the others downstairs. In order to prevent crying and crying, Congliang did not choose to say goodbye to the old man face to face, and listed all the standing medicines used by these old people into one The paper slip was handed over to Yang San, and she and Ding Mao took some steamed buns that day, some water and daily necessities, and drove the tanker away.

As they drove along the road, Ding Mao kept laughing, whistling, and swaying his legs. The joy was undisguised. The sky was still gray, and the plants on both sides of the road were all shrunken and gray.

After driving out of the city, rotting animal carcasses could be seen everywhere on the road, but even so, Congliang was infected with Ding Mao's joy. .

"You are a fool and finally married a wife, right? Look at the road!" Congliang really made Ding Mao look a little hot with his sticky eyes, and he pushed Ding Mao's head, which he turned around.

The road ahead was flat, and there was not even a shadow of a ghost. Ding Mao tutted indifferently, "There is no speed limit, no camera, not even a car..." Ding Mao said, letting go of the steering wheel and resting his hands on his head back.

Frightened, Congliang quickly grabbed his hand and pressed it on the steering wheel, shouting, "You old guy! Drive well!"

When Ding Mao is in a good mood now, he is about to fly away from the crowd. He has no plan, no direction, and no destination. This is the real wandering around the world, which can only be done in this crazy world.

The two drove along the road, without looking at the road signs and encountering a fork in the road, the stone-paper-scissors had the final say. After getting in the car, it was not easy to get off. In the end, Ding Mao stopped the car against the rock. The two quickly got out of the car to eat and wash before the sky was dark.

The mist in the mountains seemed to come up earlier than the city. Ding Mao and Cong Liang left a gap in the window, locked the door, and climbed onto the sofa bed at the back to prepare for sleep.

The fog outside gradually thickened and drifted in along the car window. The two hugged each other, and after inhaling the fog, their bodies were soft.

The influence of the fog was not that big for Cong Liang, but she was bored when she was awake. She was in a daze when she was relaxed. Behind her, Ding Mao suddenly pulled down her pants and gently buried herself in.

"What are you doing?" Congliang closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and slapped Ding Mao backward, but Ding Mao didn't respond at all, apparently he had fallen asleep.

Congliang closed her eyes and smiled "poofly". She returned to touch Ding Mao's sleeping face, tilted her head and kissed his chin. She knew that Ding Mao just wanted to feel her, but in the end she didn't move, so she slept in this connected posture. past.

Because it was at a low altitude, the fog was thick, and they opened the window, almost directly absorbing it. When the two woke up, it was already a little over one o'clock, and their posture had not changed all night.

When I think about it, I pouted my **** for a long time, and I just turned myself over. I slept for a long time, and I felt tired.

Ding Mao sat up and pinched his eyebrows, patted Congliang's back, and took the lead to get out of the car to wash up.

After everything was done, Ding Mao picked up Congliang from the sofa bed and carried him out of the car. Congliang washed up, and the two of them ate baked steamed buns with cold water. Ding Mao buried the fire, put away everything, and Congliang stood in the car. Do elementary school radio gymnastics on the side.

"What are you doing?" Ding Mao lit a cigarette and asked Congliang with squinting eyes.

"My body is stiff," said Congliang, "I inhaled mist last night, and I didn't turn over all night."

"The arm is more stiff," Ding Mao turned to Congliang with his intact face, and smiled with a dimple, "I'm going to grab me back..." Ding Mao took a breath at Congliang, "I'm pretty tired."

Congliang choked, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, Ding Mao put out the cigarette on the car body, "Don't stretch." As he said, pinching Congliang's waist, he slid her into the car and followed closely. Come up too.

When the door was closed, Ding Mao's voice floated out from the gap above the window, "Uncle helps you move your muscles and bones. Didn't you say you haven't tried it in the car..."

Facts have proved that the shock absorption of the cart is very good, and the spring of the sofa bed is also quite strong, and Ding Mao really tried his best to move her muscles and bones, but all the potentials that can be broken are given over and over again.

"Ahhhh, fuck, it hurts!"

"Clap! Phew~ Don't swear."

"No, no, I can't do this! I'm not a gymnast..."

"My God... You turned out to be such a Susu."

"Co-author, you pretended to be gentle before? Did you never let it go upstairs? Don't, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'm not too young, and my legs will break, really. "

"Mom... help."

When two people are together, apart from driving as they want, they are sticky, but they are not boring at all, but it is a bit miserable to sleep for more than ten hours a day under the influence of fog.

When passing through the city, the two would go in to look for food, find a high-rise building on the way, set up a tent for the night, and temporarily adjust the excessive sleep.

They have encountered attacks by half-corrupted beasts on the side of the mountain road, and they have also met surviving people in the city. The animals are gradually disappearing, but the fog comes every day as promised, and the sun is still covered in thick clouds.

The system and Congliang can connect at any time, and they often talk to the two old ladies who came after Congliang. They are a pair of coquettish bitches. They tried to hook up with Yang San many times. After being swallowed by the system and spit out, goodbye Yang San. Dare to look above your feet.

There is no change of seasons, Congliang and Dingmao came to a hot spring villa built on the mountainside after using more than half of the oil in the oil tank.

The decoration inside is very luxurious. Either it used to be a private club, or it was built by some big money for entertainment. Although most of the plants inside are dead, the hot spring water is still circulating. It's like a fairyland with mist all day long. After the two discussed it, they decided to set up camp here and not leave.

Apart from going out regularly to collect food and necessities, the two of them lived like an immortal couple. After the system heard it, he wanted to come back several times, but the old people were getting worse and worse, and several people had been sent away one after another. Yang San couldn't get away at all. body.

The system also told Congliang quite awkwardly that it hibernated into the system space for the first time, and when it came out again, Yang San almost collapsed.

In the more than three months since it disappeared, Yang San searched almost every place in the whole city. When he saw it again, he hugged it and cried like a child, and kept saying that he loved it and begged it not to go. .

The days settled down like this, even if the plants gradually withered away, and even if they slept longer and longer, as long as they woke up with their loved ones by their side, happiness would still go hand in hand.

Congliang was the space that returned before the system. Ding Mao left very suddenly. One afternoon, when he was supposed to wake up, he didn't wake up again, but he walked happily and Congliang knew it. Because when Ding Mao left, there was still a shallow dimple on his face.

After she returned to the main system space, she couldn't help but called her home again. No accident, she scolded her mother again, saying she was a waste. Congliang just smiled and listened. When her mother was about to hang up the phone, Thinking of the big baby, a sentence suddenly popped out of my head: "Mom, I've got a partner."

"Get a partner? You've only been in the city for a few days and you've got a partner. Can people in the city like you in a rural area like you?"

"Let me tell you, you've been upright since you were a pig. If you're not careful, you're going to be tricked. You have to be aware of yourself, and you don't want people to give you two good words to open a room. Once the gentleman gets you I won’t cherish it anymore, I’ll have no face to live if I come back with a belly, you’re only eighteen years old…”

"Hey, have you listened to me, what does the other party do? Who is in the family, and what are the conditions? Let me tell you, don't just look at the conditions, the three poor and the three rich only get old, you mainly look at the young man's character In this way, you don't even look down on Tie Zhu in the village, isn't the young man very handsome, too handsome can't be trusted, girl...

Cong Liang pursed his lips and smiled. He couldn't stand the bombardment of his mother's continuous bombardment, so he slowly pulled the phone away. He thought that the young man was deadly, but he was very reliable, very reliable.

Hanging up the phone, Cong Liang paralyzed back to the single-person dormitory of the main system, and connected the system, "Fang, how about Yang San?"

"What else can I do," the system said helplessly, "he's making a fuss, he has to go down by himself, he can't stand anymore."

"I kissed him yesterday," the system said, dumbfounded. "He also lost his temper, saying that a little girl like me should not follow an old man like him..."

"I don't **** despise him for being old. He does it for himself. If he is cruel, I will make myself old too. When he saw it, he got angry and said that I pretended to lie to him, and the snake demon will never get old at all. I really... ugh."

"Then do you despise him for being old?" Cong Liang asked with a smile.

"How could that be," the system sighed, "I'm looking at him now, and I still want to get on him, but he always does it. I think he's in good spirits these past two days, so he'll be fine tonight."

"Why, how to clean up?" Cong Liang sat up and asked again, covering his face.

"...It's done."

"It's so pitiful...Ahahahahahahahahaha..." Cong Liangxiao leaned back and forth, teasing: "Just take it easy."

"I know," the system said impatiently, "if you're bored in the main system, just go out with the host of my friends and they will be reimbursed anyway."

"No." Cong Liang said with a smile: "I can't talk to them either. You can open the interface of shaking the world for me."

"but I…"

"You don't need to follow, you can accompany Yang San," Congliang said, "I'll go over by myself first."

"Okay..." The system said: "Anyway, your eldest baby has always been won by yourself."

The system opened the world-shaking interface. After Cong Liang pressed start, he sat on a chair in the system space with his legs crossed, stared at the big screen and turned it quickly, and finally stopped.

On a long bustling street, a man is hanging his head and holding the cloth at the door with one hand. The wind blows the empty sleeve of his left arm and the long hair that is half draped over his shoulders. He tilts his head slightly and looks diagonally across. A family of pastry shops that closed their doors during the day, seemed to be very sad, and the side face and the figure outlined by the long gown blown by the wind were so thin and distressing.

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In the next world, the one-armed tailor, imprisoning the little wife who climbs the wall - don't push the honest man.