Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 471 Horror Murder Comics ([-])
Xiao Jing was taken aback.

"Morality is used to restrain oneself, not to kidnap others."

What counts as high moral quality?
Restrain yourself with high moral standards.

What is moral kidnapping?

Arbitrary actions that have no obvious external effects on others are restrained by high moral standards.

"Usually...we call people with double standards who treat others with high standards and treat themselves with low standards——"Mother whore"."

The mysterious girl smiled slyly and intelligently like a cat.

During the talk, she didn't stop eating the cake.

She eats very elegantly, but the speed of eating is not necessarily slow.

After eating the small cake that Xiao Jing gave, the mysterious girl threw the packaging bag into the trash can, and smiled sweetly at Xiao Jing again, "Thank you sister for the gift, I like it very much."

Her smile is so sweet and innocent, her voice is so clear and beautiful, the whole world seems to be brightened by her smile and laughter.

At that moment, Xiao Jing thought she saw an angel.

He also heard the sound of angels spreading their wings.

"I... prepared a thank you gift for you, I hope you like it too."

"Moral kidnapping...?" Xiao Jing murmured unconsciously.

That's right, why hasn't she figured out such a simple truth?
Giving up your seat is a matter of affection, and the person being given up should express his gratitude both emotionally and rationally, rather than taking it for granted.

It is our duty not to give up our seats, and outsiders are not to be blamed.

The mysterious girl changed the subject and suddenly asked, "Have you heard of 'Killer Comics'?"

Xiao Jing was taken aback.

The rumors of murderous cartoons have spread all over the country and abroad. Even Xiao Jing, who is not very interested, has heard a few ears from outsiders and has a general understanding of the rumors.

She nodded hesitantly.

The end of the mysterious girl's eyes raised, and she raised a charming and naive arc, "The next update of "Murdering Manga" will be very exciting!"

"Wonderful?" Xiao Jing repeated in confusion.

When Xiao Jing came back to her senses, the mysterious girl had disappeared into the night.

This……

Xiao Jing was dumbfounded.

Just now the little girl said that she would give her a thank you gift.

Xiao Jing shook her head with a broken smile, touched her stomach subconsciously, looked down at the slight protrusion, and her eyes gradually softened.

This is the "special reason" for her not giving up her seat, right?

At a young age, a sudden accident happened, and I hadn't decided whether to accept it or not, but was told by the doctor that the fetal image was unstable, so I was preoccupied and exhausted.

The girl stood at the corner, her mouth curled slightly, her wide skirt fluttered, and her figure completely blended into the deep night.

……

late at night.

"It's all nonsense, bitch! You can't stop nagging all day long, and you really haven't been on the house for three days! You have to beat her up to make her stop!"

The old man was drunk, his body was full of alcohol, his old face was black and red from drinking, and he staggered on the quiet and deserted sidewalk.

He shook his wife's painful wrist and swore all the way, his rough roar echoing in the empty street.

"Jingle, jingle—"

A person holding an umbrella walked towards her, with a graceful figure and light steps, her beautiful face seemed to be shining like a pearl under the dim street lamp, and the youthful breath lingered tightly around her.

The moment they passed by, the old man smelled a refreshing fragrance of Angelica dahurica.

Suddenly, he turned around.

Under the umbrella, the girl's back is Tingting, weak and slender, as if her waist/limb could be broken with one hand.

On her wrist, she wore a bracelet with a bell.

The crisp ringtones from time to time were like an invisible hook, quietly hooking his heart.

On the street, there is no one in the silence.

The bleak streetlights stretched the figures of the two of them to a long distance.

The old man is very familiar with this section of the road.

There are no surveillance cameras, no electronic eyes, the streets are narrow and dilapidated, vehicles cannot enter, and pedestrians are rare. The view of the residential area is completely blocked by lush ginkgo trees.

Here is a dark corner that has been forgotten.

The old man's breathing became heavy due to extreme excitement.

He thought he turned around secretly, and followed the girl who was walking alone in the middle of the night.

"Jingle, jingle—"

closer, closer...

The old man held his breath, and stretched out his skinny hand tremblingly.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up the plastic bags on the street and covered the old man's cheeks.

"Oh!"

He grabbed the plastic bag and tore it off. When he looked up again, the girl was no longer in sight.

The old man resentfully kicked the cans on the ground.

"It's really bad luck!"

The soda can rolled aside and slowly stopped in front of a pair of nude shoes.

The owner of this pair of shoes has two perfect, tight and slender legs.

She bent over.

Fresh and soft little hands picked up the deformed soda can and threw it into the trash can beside the road.

She straightened up, smiling very pleasantly, "Master, are you looking for me?"

The old man took a step back involuntarily.

After being tracked down, I feel somewhat guilty.

But he quickly stood up straight, and shouted in a thunderous voice: "You girl, how do you talk to your elders? You are rude! Why, you can walk this way, but I can't?"

When the girl heard this, the smile on her lips deepened.

She lowered her head and said in a vague way: "Of course I can. I'm just worried, old man, if you walk too much at night, be careful of bumping into ghosts."

"...You!" The old man raised his hand.

She's just a skinny little girl, and he's old, but he's a man.

The strength gap between the two is obvious.

A night light came on, and a motorcycle drove over. When it approached the two of them, it consciously slowed down.

The old man quickly let go.

In the sound of the rumbling engine, he vaguely heard the girl's crisp laughter, which seemed to be mocking his coward.

"Grandpa, there are cars passing by on the street, you must be careful when you walk, if you accidentally bump into it, it will be troublesome."

Alcohol was on the rise, and the old man's face was flushed with anger.

When the motorcycle passed by the two of them, he suddenly reached out and pushed the girl.

"Whoo-"

The motorcyclist turned pale with fright, slammed on the brakes and stopped, and looked around.

The ground is clean.

Fortunately, did not hit anything.

Everything just now is like a dream.

The one who was more panicked than him was the ruthless old man.

The old man walked around the motorcycle in disbelief, checked the sewers, ginkgo trees, and trash cans next to him, but found nothing.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" The motorcyclist took off his helmet, bewildered, "It's scary to suddenly stretch out your hand, isn't it?"

"Where are people?" The old man asked tremblingly.

"Who?" The motorcyclist was puzzled.

"The girl who was standing with me just now."

"Girl?" The motorcyclist's face turned pale, and he gave a dry laugh. "Where is the girl? Did you read it wrong? You are the only pedestrian on this street!"

(End of this chapter)