MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 49 The Blind Couple of the Shura Field

The reason why this unexpected sound was so destructive to Congliang was because it sounded somewhat similar to the voices of the two little eunuchs and attendants beside Wei Zishi in the previous life. Those two little guys had lost their roots since they were young and grew old. He didn't change his voice either, and when he was in his twenties, he was still soft and thin, a little bit like a mother.

After coming to this world, although Cong Liang knew that yin and yang were reversed here and that sissy was the general trend, he could really intuitively hear the words of the men in this world. This kind of talk was softer and thinner than the two little servants in her previous life, as if there was a mouthful. The movement of the thousand-year-old phlegm can be heard from the back of the neck, and goose bumps go straight to the sky.

Cong Liang squatted on the ground, put the system hen down, rubbed her knees wildly, and the soft and shrill voice of Kung Fu floated above her head.

"My mother said, this time the car doesn't charge any money~" He said with a thin white finger that made him feel ashamed when he saw it, twisted the copper bead she had just put on the table, and held it up in front of her.

Congliang swallowed, thinking that it had been a year, but it was the first time she knew that Aunt Niucha had a son. She had come here several times, but she had never met one. Ancient feudal women were raised in deep boudoirs. The son is afraid that he is not raised in the cellar.

When I saw a man covering his face with a greased and powdered handkerchief, Cong Liang glanced up and down with the small white hand holding the copper beads, and glanced again, the old hen on the ground also looked up, although the oxcart aunt's The son looks a bit like a little girl, and his round eyes winked at Cong Liangzhi.

But it's really quite plain, wearing red and green without grease or powder, just a little more feminine, like a little boy who hasn't grown, still within the normal range.

This is not the same as the man Cong Liang usually looks at on the street. The normal in her eyes is obviously "abnormal" in this world. One chicken and one chicken looked at each other silently. Cong Liang's knee pain passed, and he stood up against the door frame. , did not pick up the copper beads, picked up the hen and turned away.

Today, during the day, Aunt Oxcar just started a conversation to introduce her to someone. At night, she saw her unseen son in the cellar. She didn't dress up as an ordinary man in this world. This was obviously according to her taste. Someone instructed, who could it be? Aunt is planning to give her son to her.

Sure enough, before she walked out of the yard quickly, she told her not to wait tonight, but the aunt who wanted to stay at a relative's house in a small county town for the night, miraculously hurried out of the house, grabbed her and walked to the gate. good.

"Ahhhh!" The aunt grabbed Congliang and shoved a copper bead into her hand in a fake fashion, "I don't want to rent a car today, tsk, I'm going to shoot the bullock cart, you go back to your house Husband discuss it."

Cong Liang was speechless as she watched the aunt put the beads in her hand, but the beads were still held between her fingertips. She opened her mouth twice, looked down at the chicken, and finally didn't ask how the aunt came back from the county, pretending to be stupid He pushed the copper beads back again.

"One yard is one yard, I'm actually used to using this cow," Cong Liang said, "I'll go back and discuss with my husband!"

After Cong Liang finished speaking, she quickly turned around and didn't give aunt a chance to continue talking. She hugged the big hen of the system. If she didn't dare to exert herself when she hit her knee just now, she would have to run away.

But the aunt is actually the aunt, and following Liangbi is more like acting stupid and stunned. Cong Liangdu has walked out a dozen steps, shouting at his son, "Quick! What are you doing standing there stupidly? Did you hit your leg?" He said, winking at his son.

The silly boy was probably shocked by his mother's routine. He was stunned for a while before he realized it, and then quickly said "Hey!" before chasing after Cong Liang in small steps.

Cong Liang pulled her legs upside down, listening to the conversation between the two girls behind her, she almost flashed her waist again, she was about to run out of Erli, how could she be so big.

"You go back, I don't need to send it." Congliang stood quite far away, and said gruffly and sternly at Xiao Sububu.

The system was in pain from being pinched by Congliang, and he let out an old hen cry. Congliang quickly loosened his grip, dropped the system's chicken head and chicken butt, and let it help him observe the enemy's situation after rushing his head.

"Are you gone?" Cong Liang patted the system's buttocks and asked.

"Bite your lip," the system said. "A dog's tail was pulled by the side of the road."

"Quick, follow me again!"

"I don't need you to send it!" Cong Liang's face was pulled down, his tone was already very rude, and he shouted at the back, "Go home!"

I was about to kneel. The front of the house was at the door. As usual, Yun Xiaoxiao would wait for her at the door. If she knew that she was going back with a tail and that she was still a young boy, what the consequences would be, I couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

The last time she took Yun Chou to sell firewood, an old uncle had no women at home, and his health was not very good. He bought a lot. She helped carry the house. It was normal to eat after the house, but the bedding was hot at night, and she was carried and thrown outside.

Counting nine cold days, that memory is simply unbearable to look back on, just for an old man who can be her father's age. In the end, if she hadn't cut her wrists and self-mutilated, she would have to shiver in the cold wind for a long time.

Moreover, although Yun Chou can't see, except for the eyes of Turin, if you know, although it is summer now, you won't get cold if you squat outside all night, you can't stand the mosquitoes in this world. Still have good meat.

Seeing that he was at the door of his own house, sweat dripped from Liangji's forehead.

"Have you gone back?" Cong Liang asked the system.

"No," the system's tone contained deep self-seeking happiness, "I grabbed a wild flower on the side of the road, and I trotted to chase you while I turned around and smelled it."

Braking from a good place, turning back sharply, the small step also braked suddenly, turned sideways and pretended to be fluttering butterflies in the grass.

At first glance, she is a person who doesn't think it's a big deal, can't understand people's words, and has a big face. Turning right in front of the road is home. Yun Chou usually stands at the door of the house. When she goes back, she will hug her tightly and give her She loves Momoda, with the cold breath that she has been deeply immersed in for two lifetimes, how **** beautiful!

It's a pity that she didn't dare to go back today. The left side of the fork is to enter the mountain. A little idiot with human words would never dare to follow him up the mountain.

Congliang turned his head and stared, and the fork with gnashing teeth went up the mountain to the left, first get some firewood and then go back, what kind of bird thing is this! She will hurry up to speed the whole bullock cart tomorrow, but she doesn't dare to use the aunt's house anymore. If she wants to sell her old bull to make money, it's okay to put her son in her. This matter has already risen to the level of death, okay?

Sure enough, after entering the mountain, Congliang's system under the creaking nest immediately reported, "I didn't follow, I didn't follow!"

Congliang breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for the system loosely on the ground. He rushed to catch the sun before the sun set, broke two bundles of firewood, and dragged it back sweating profusely.

The sky was darkening, and after descending the mountain from Liangliang, he saw the straight white shadow in front of his house, wiped the sweat from the top of his head, and went home happily.

"Why did you come back so late?" Before entering the door, Yun Chou hugged Congliang tightly, kissed Congliang's neck lightly, and sniffed the scent of Congliang's body without a trace.

"I saw that it was still dark, so I got two more bundles of firewood on the mountain." Cong Liang closed her eyes and relaxed in Yun Chou's arms. Every time she was held like this, she felt that it was worth it no matter what.

The big hen system has been squatting on the branch that Cong Liang was pulling. It has a physiological fear of this man, quietly descended from the branch, slipped into the house, and took advantage of the dark sky to slip to the chicken frame.

Cong Liang put the firewood on the stack of branches, and Yun Chou was serving rice in the house. She slipped to the chicken stand and saw that the system had crowded among the chickens, patted the system on the head, and went back to the house.

Cong Liang washed himself clean, and sat at the table with Yun Chou to eat. Halfway through eating, he suddenly sat upright, and the flour he had bought ended up at the aunt's house.

Congliang bit his chopsticks and glanced at Yun Chou, Yun Chou was eating slowly, and when Congliang ate his chopsticks, he immediately noticed, "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

"No." I have to go and get it back tomorrow, it will cost a lot of money. "I'll look at you, I miss you, hee hee." The words of good love came from the mouth.

After eating and washing up, Cong Liang sat at the table and talked to the system in his head, "I have left the flour at their house, how can I get it tomorrow, I am afraid of that girl."

The system was silent, and tucked the chicken's head under the wings of the rooster in front of it, "Would you like to buy some more..."

"I spent a lot of money, is it easy for me to make some money?!"

"... cluck cluck~" The system stopped talking. You still have to go find a face tomorrow, whether you can survive tonight is a question!

It followed Congliang during the day, and for the first time, it didn't get used to it and didn't have the energy to pay attention to Yun Chou. I just went through the activities of Yun Chou during the day and wanted to make an advance. After all, it will be under Yun Chou's hands in the future.

What did it see as a result? !

Xiaosuanbu actually found the door, holding a wild flower, leaning on the door and telling Yun Chou that Congliang bumped his knee, and he was the one who helped him all the way back. Ask her if she is home.

When the system watched the playback, the sweat pores stood up, and it thought it was definitely a murder scene. It looked at Yun Chou's face and quickly sank, and the fingers holding the door became blue in a blink of an eye, and its lips pursed into a blade. The same straight line, the small blue veins on the forehead of the horizontal silk and flesh on the face, have all been on standby, which is obviously a precursor to the outbreak.

But in the end, it was very unexpected that Xiao Bubu was able to come back alive. After all, in terms of physique, even if Yun Chou didn't have the problem of carrying small scissors with him, pinching Xiao Bubu with his bare hands could kill Xiao Bubu.

It always felt that Yun Chou wouldn't let it go, but it couldn't directly spoil it. It could only silently give Congliang some wax in the system space. In addition, the **** next to him was really warm under the wings.

"Giggle fart..."

Cong Liang pinched the link, stood up on the edge of the table, and was pushed down on the table.

The familiar breath came up, and after a pat from the good heart, the waist of the trousers had slipped to the ankles.

"Yun... um!" Cong Liang pressed her finger on the teacup, and she was caught off guard. The strength of her hand was not well controlled, and the teacup was crushed by her.

"You, huh, what's the hurry..."

"Don't you say you miss me?" Yun Chou's chest was lying on Congliang's back, his head was turned sideways, his lips were pressed against her earlobe, "I miss you too."

Yun Chou doesn't talk much about love, every time he hears it, Congliang's blood flows from his limbs to his heart like a flood, panting and tightening his body, as if rejecting, more like holding back.

The porcelain-white teapot slipped from the middle of the table to the edge of the table, and was pulled back by Cong Liang, but he squeezed the handle too hard.

Yun Chou seemed to be very energetic today, and finally, not to mention the teapot, even the oil lamp was shaken off the ground and extinguished.

In the darkness, Congliang's young daughter's delicate voice, which can only be revealed in front of her beloved man, is repeatedly acting like a spoiled child.

"Big darling, slow down, please..."