I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

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The sudden changes in the surrounding environment made the young man's cold eyes full of suspicion and vigilance.

He moved his legs, sore and tingling, so painful that they wanted to be amputated.

He has been doing this for several days. He has no money to buy medicine, so he can only go out to collect medicine according to the prescription prescribed by the old doctor in the front palace. Originally, his luck was not bad today, and he found a few plants that could be used. , But met a group of people who did not know the way on the road, and they rushed out to argue with him, not to say that he was a murderer, fists and fists.

He fainted before explaining clearly.

The two legs that were deliberately "injured" during hunting last autumn have not been treated for a long time. The leg injuries have worsened, and the pain has often passed out recently. He thought that fainting this time was almost a dead end, but he didn't expect... to appear in this strange place.

Rong Lu endured the pain and wanted to get out of bed, but just a simple movement of getting up caused big beads of sweat on his forehead, and his veins violently.

It turned out to be more painful than changing when he went out to find medicine.

With a slight movement, it seemed as if there were tens of thousands of ants gnawing in the bones, and couldn't lift the slightest strength at all.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed dark, and there was a deep hatred.

…

It took Jiang Lao a lot of effort to catch up with her brother.

Fortunately, thanks to the prophet in her dream, the subordinates she sent out to catch the murderer came back just right, escorted the murderer back to the house, and sent them to Siye Jiang for interrogation.

The truth is revealed.

Jiang Shenxing's self-recognition instantly changed from a little thief catcher to a **** little idiot.

The little guy was extremely embarrassed and couldn't lift his head anymore. He wanted to bury himself in the snow and refused to see anyone.

After comforting his brother, Jiang Lao returned to his yard when he happened to be back with the maid who was going to wash his purse.

There was a jade talisman in the purse, which looked like something cherished by its owner. Jiang Lao carefully put the jade talisman away and asked the maid to dry the purse.

Thinking of the boy's pale, sickly face and his body thinner than rice paper, she called another maid over.

The kind of herbal medicine that the boy was holding at the time, although it could not be eaten by horses, but if it was eaten by people, it would be fine. During the famine years, people often dig up this kind of herbs to satisfy their hunger. She was afraid that the teenager would dig up this kind of herbs because of hunger, and ordered the maid to get some snacks from the kitchen.

After doing this, the mood that began to fluctuate from the time I woke up finally calmed down a bit.

She thought to herself, things have been

It started to develop in a completely different direction from the dreamland, and the result should be...it will become different.

Behind him, there was a sudden noise in the house.

Jiang Lao turned around and pushed the door to enter, and happened to meet the boy's four eyes.

The person who should have been lying on the couch is now holding on to the edge of the couch with one hand, with his right knee half bent, kneeling on the couch in a very difficult posture.

The look that looked up at her was like a good hook.

Just like in a dream, she was firmly locked in her body, and the violent emotions were hidden in the depths of her pupils.

It's just that there is less hatred than in the dream, more vigilance and defense.

He is like the kind of poisonous snake hiding in the dark corner of the grass late at night, not only alerting pedestrians, but also hissing letter, cruel, violent, ready to go, and can kill at any time.

Jiang Lao felt scared instinctively.

Why did you provoke him?

But thinking of the last things in the dream, she could barely hold up a smile, first explain today’s matter, “Today’s matter is a misunderstanding. My brother has misunderstood that you are the murderer of our father’s fall. I had a dispute with you."

The smile is bitter, and the Nuo Nuo throat on weekdays has changed his tone because of the shock.

"For today's matter, we misunderstood you, and if we can't help you, we should make up for you."

She looked at him in front of her, and remembered the brutal methods he used to treat others in her dream. She moved half-step, half-step, half-step, and her heart trembled slightly, moving towards him.

The boy closed his eyes, and since he couldn't stand up, he simply sat down and ignored her.

It's just that the bloodthirsty breath on his body has slightly reduced.

This didn't make Jiang Lao feel relieved, she moved with broken steps, quietly moved to a position two steps away from the teenager, and stopped.

In the dream, that terrifying man with a horrible bird had an extremely disgusting attitude towards everyone.

Jiang Lao was quite discerning, afraid that he was too close to annoy him, so he didn't continue to approach him, stopped at a position two steps away, and secretly glanced at his legs.

The sound just now seemed like he had fallen off the couch.

He can barely stand up by leaning on something, and he can't stand up on his own.

It seems that she didn't hurt his leg in the dream. He had a problem with his leg when she met her.

Jiang Lao breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt a little pity.

She had seen his weakness and madness when he was trapped in a wheelchair in his dream.

But he didn't expect him to be injured so early.

Fourteen or five years old, the most energetic age of a teenager, his legs...

How did it become like this?

Seeing that the boy's lips were a little pale, she poured a glass of water and placed it next to him.

"Give you a drink," she said.

The boy didn't even move, and he didn't even turn his eyes to the glass of water.

Jiang Lao didn't understand why he didn't take it, obviously he looked terribly thirsty.

At this time, the maid who went to the kitchen brought in snacks.

The desserts made into the shape of the Chinese zodiac are neatly packed in the octagonal food box made of colored glaze, and the sweet smell is attractive.

Jiang Lao clearly saw the boy's Adam's apple move slightly.

But when she really waited until she put the snack in front of him, he changed to an unmoved look, a beautiful and unfeeling face, like a heavenly young fairy, lacking seven emotions and six desires.

Jiang Lao trembled with a daunting courage, and pinched a little rabbit from the Chinese zodiac, "Do you want to eat it?"

While handing it in front of him, his movements and expressions were very cautious.

Her five fingers stopped evenly and white, and the slender fingertips twisted on the little rabbit's belly, causing the little rabbit's belly to sink slightly.

The dessert made of glutinous rice is white and soft, and the bean paste inside is exchanging heat, and the taste is sweet and attractive.

The boy's pupils flickered, and the back molars clenched, as if tolerating. After a moment of stalemate, the slender fingers lifted slightly.

Jiang Lao, who had been staring at him, immediately seized the opportunity and quickly squeezed the snack into the palm of his hand, and then stared at him, waiting for him to eat.

The boy finally got the action.

But the dim sum in his hand was divided into two halves, half of which was handed to Jiang Lao first, "You eat first."

His voice is much dumb compared to his peers, low and calm, but it sounds weak.

Jiang Lao was stunned. Give it to her? So kind?

But he didn't look at her so kindly.

She understood something in a flash of lightning.

Test the poison.

"..."

No wonder I didn't drink the water.

This defense is too heavy.

Jiang Lao lowered his head and took a bite of a snack with a dull expression.

When chewing, the head hangs low, and the cheeks filled with snacks are bulging, and they look soft like glutinous rice dumplings.

The feeling of being suspicious was not good, and she was kindly treated as a donkey liver and lungs, and even made her feel a little annoyed.

Before he could speak, she was furious, and took the initiative to take a sip from the cup next to her, and finished drinking.

She swallowed a snack, raised her small chin, and glanced up at him.

This look quite means "Look at you and see if I change alive".

Water apricot eyes wet

Luo, as if talking, grieving.

Even if she didn't say anything, it was as if she heard a "hum" in her heart.

Dim sum, not poisonous.

Water is not poisonous.

There is still no temperature in Rong Ming's eyes.

He twisted the half of the snack between his long fingers, slowly arranging it.

Even though he was madly hungry now, there was no urgency in his eyes.

Some things may seem tempting, but they will kill people.

The palace is deep, and the hearts of the people are poisonous.

He knew from a young age that he would either endure hunger or face failure and death.

If he didn't know, how could he survive till now.

After watching her swallow all the snacks, he slowly raised his hand and gave a tentative bite.

…

After a box of dim sum was used up, Rong Chen ate no more than four and a half pieces in total, and the rest went into Jiang Lao's stomach.

His face always looked like a cage of frost, without any expression.

But Jiang Lao ate more happily.

She is accustomed to a sweet tooth, this snack is quite suitable for her taste, and because sitting with the teenager sharing snacks, as if the relationship between the two is so close, gradually the string of fear in her heart loosened, only left To be cozy and relax.

It wasn't until she wanted to pull the boy up and stretched out her hand, but was avoided by the boy, she suddenly remembered who she was facing, retracted her hand, and scanned his pale face, "I'll go and ask a doctor for you." ?"

But the opponent coldly refused, "No need."

Jiang Lao wanted to persuade him to see the doctor, "Instead, I see the doctor..."

He raised his eyes, his narrow and long eyes, and his gaze swept across her brows and eyes, "I want to go back."

Jiang Lao choked, "Where is your home?"

"West of the city."

Go back, Jiang Lao didn't force him to stay, and ordered the maid to find the wheelchair his father used after falling from the horse some time ago.

Aside, Rong Wei glanced at her, then lowered his eyes, his eyes deep.

His two legs were completely scrapped, and it was difficult to even get up. She actually told her to see his leg injury at a glance, and she wanted to find a doctor, and she moved out of the wheelchair.

The courtyard was snow-deep, and just as the wheelchair was pushed out, the wheels got stuck in the snow.

Jiang Lao tried it. With her strength, it was extremely difficult to push forward. Just about to call a maid over, the boy suddenly opened his eyes as if he had guessed what she was going to do, and said, "I just want to Tell you to send me alone."

From the time he ran out of snacks, he has been very quiet and quiet, so quiet that he is completely different from the tyrannical person in his dream, and to her surprise, he is completely like another person.

When begging people, even change a bit

The modality of a child who is young and coquettishly asks for sweets. When the two eyelashes are closed, they are long and thick, completely obedient and pitiful, which is very painful.

It sounds nice when the voice slows down.

Jiang Lao was taken aback for a while, and then he remembered how crazy he would be when he was cruel and tyrannical in the future.

People who have to be cautious about even drinking a sip of water, suspicious, sensitive, and defensive, how can they be as pure and innocent as they are now?

With the experience of Dim Sum just now, she understood for a moment.

She is not tall, has little strength, and is almost non-threatening. She is afraid that because of this, he will only let her send him off.

Jiang Lao put his fingers on the wheelchair.

The boy's body immediately leaned forward and separated a certain distance.

Sure enough, this attitude of not letting you even touch...

Jiang Lao confirmed his inner guess.

It’s just that I’m changing my attitude of disgusting her

She tilted her head and felt an unspeakable sadness in her heart.

…

During the day, every household in Yecheng cleaned up the snow that had accumulated in front of their gates early.

The road in the center was cleaned very flat, and walking on the road pushing a wheelchair was not as difficult as Jiang Lao imagined.

The young man's home is not far from her mansion. Jiang Rao didn't walk fast along the way, but he didn't stop his footsteps and his mouth was not idle, he kept talking.

"I apologize to you on behalf of my brother. What happened today is that he misunderstood you. A few days ago, our dad’s horse was fed herbal medicine. He madly threw my dad off his horse, hurt his right leg, and lay for dozens. Genius is good, my brother saw that you have that kind of herbal medicine in your hand, and misunderstood that you were a murderer, and started a dispute with you. I will beat him when I go back, seriously. In fact, he is not bad in nature, but he is too impulsive because of his younger age." -Explain clearly about the younger brother first.

"If you have anything in the future, if you call me, I will definitely come."-Then secretly say a few good things to myself.

The boy responded with "Um", but it was neither lukewarm nor cold, he couldn't hear his emotions, and he couldn't discern his sincerity.

But Jiang Lao took this as a good sign, and said softly: "Then you, remember to find me in the future."

No answer.

Suddenly there was a laughter from behind, one by one, tall and as strong as a hill, people dressed as servants came towards here.

He was drunk, and Rong Ming frowned in disgust when he saw him.

The man dangled next to them and stopped, and glanced at Rong Ming, "Yeah, isn't this our young master?"

Young Master?

Jiang Lao glanced down. She saw him in the snow just now. She saw him dressed and thought that he was a child from a poor family. He had some opportunity in the future before he would fly, but she didn't expect him to have a servant at this time.

It's just... how does his servant dress more decently than him?

The man also saw Jiang Lao, and his eyes lit up.

Jiang Lao followed his father all the way to Yecheng. He had stayed in Yecheng for more than three months. He acted low-key and kept quiet. He had never publicized who they were in a high-profile manner.

But even the county grandfather regarded them as guests. Even if the people here don't know who they are, they can probably guess their dignity. When facing Jiang Lao, they unconsciously have a kind of flattering thoughts.

This person is too.

As soon as he changed the look of just idle and hippie smiling, he diligently pulled the wheelchair to his side with his hands and feet, and talked to Jiang Lao very graciously: "The little one is named Wang Zhou, and he is serving by the little master. The little master is today. I’m not at home, but I’m so anxious. I’ve been out looking for a day. Thank you for sending him back."

Jiang Lao didn't immediately believe his words.

Going out looking for a day, find out a drunk?

lie.

She glanced at the young man in the wheelchair, wanting to hear what he said.

He was always indifferent and silent, as hard as a rock.

Jiang Lao choked.

He didn't say that she could not do her own thing to discipline him.

But she didn't worry about the servant who appeared halfway.

She rejected Wang Zhou and personally sent the boy back to his house before stopping.

Wang Zhou went to open the door first, and in the blink of an eye he pushed out a tattered wheelchair from the house, which was not often used at first glance.

He flicked the spider web on it and said with a smile: "Let the young master use this."

Jiang Lao just shook his head. He wanted to say that it would be okay to leave her wheelchair here. It looked sturdier, but Rong Chao nodded.

Jiang Lao: "..."

Most of the people around her spoiled her, and it was the first time that she had met such a cold and inaccessible person.

Before leaving, she turned her head to look at the round-faced man who was following them all the way, and said: "Your young master has an injury on his leg. You should take care of him. You should be careful about the cost of eating and wearing, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Don’t leave him alone on the street anymore."

Wang Zhou responded with a flattering smile.

But Jiang Lao didn't have a good impression of this person up to now.

She ignored him, turned her head to look at Rong Chen, and said to him: "I'm leaving, you remember, if you have something to ask me, I will definitely come."

Pushing the wheelchair and walking all the way, her face was steamed with pink powder.

After leaving, he looked back uneasy, and saw that the boy was looking at her, and his lower lip was slightly bent.

On the white, soft and clear cheeks with baby fat, the pear vortex sank and was immersed in the bright light of the day, sweet as if soaked in plum wine.

Rong Ming's eyes moved slightly, and he soon realized that he was absent, and unnaturally put his face aside.

…

After Jiang Lao left, the servant named Wang Zhou sneered when she saw that her back was far away.

He directly let go of the hand holding the wheelchair, and walked into the house by himself, snatched away the last bits of silver left in the house, and soon came out again, ignoring Rong Yu, and walked towards the business district of the city. , Go there for fun.

He didn't regard Rong Zhao as the master.

Although he knew that the man he was serving was the son of an adult in the capital, he was sent to the quiet countryside like Yecheng to recuperate because of his injuries to his legs.

But he heard that this guy was just a bastard, his biological mother died young, and he didn't like the mistress, so he was not favored.

With serious injuries on both legs, he was thrown to Yecheng, a place that was so remote that it was difficult to find a doctor or medicine. It sounds good. This is called quiet recuperation. In fact, no one has been asking about it in the past few months. He is here to fend for himself.

Following this kind of master, there is no future for him, so it is better to scrape more oil and water while he is not dead.

When he died, a roll of bedclothes helped him to collect the body, which can be regarded as a master and servant.

The two doors were slammed shut by Wang Zhou, and the cold snow splashed onto the face of Rong Ming, who was only a step away.

The cracked snow covered his eyelashes and bridge of nose.

There was not even a slight fluctuation in his expression in his eyes.

He didn't even raise his hand, letting snowflakes hang on his long eyelashes.

Just got used to it.

He calmed his eyes and turned the wheelchair with his long fingers, pushing himself forward.

Only when his eyes touched his waist inadvertently, his face changed.

The purse is gone.

The Yufu was also gone.

That jade charm is the only valuable thing on him.

It was the relic left to him by his mother. When he didn't have any money on his body, he didn't even think of touching this jade charm.

Jiang Lao's figure flashed across Rong Ming's mind.

He... should have known it a long time ago.

He closed his eyes tightly wearily, and curled the corners of his lips with a mockery.

Recalling that I was absent for a while, I only thought it was ridiculous.