The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Stop for me!"

Tang Jiao skillfully pulled his hand back.

She raised her leg and kicked it hard, knocking Xiao Qiming, who was a head taller than her, to the ground.

When Xiao Qiming put his hands on the ground and knelt down on the ground, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Tang Jiao let out a heavy breath, took two steps forward to pick up the phone that fell on the ground, turned it over and looked at it, and laughed angrily.

Great, the screen is broken.

You must force me to slap you at such a happy time.

"Xiao, Qi, Ming."

Tang Jiao stared at Xiao Qiming, who was kneeling on the ground, rubbing his back and gasping, and spat out these three words one by one through his teeth.

The next second, Xiao Qiming's dilated pupils saw Tang Jiao's enlarged fist.

"what!"

Xiao Jingchuan covered his eye where he was punched and shouted, "Stop!"

Tang Jiao raised his foot and kicked him, then grabbed his arm behind his back, put his knees on his back, pulled his hair, and knocked him to the ground.

Xiao Qiming's face was buried directly in the snow.

"I asked you to snatch my cell phone! I asked you to throw snow at me! You still have the nerve to intercede for a death row prisoner!"

A petite girl beat a big man until he screamed.

Xiao Qiming didn't expect Tang Jiao to be so skilled. His head was pressed hard and his face was twitching because of the snow.

Finally, he couldn't help but tilted his head with difficulty, exposed his mouth, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I'm going to be beaten to death! Why don't you fucking come!"

"what--"

Tang Jiao's heart suddenly rang, and suddenly the alarm bell rang loudly!

She turned around suddenly, and she only had time to see a black patch of black from the corner of her eye, and felt a stab of pain in her neck.

The next second, he fell down weakly.

...

"elder sister."

"elder sister."

"Sister, wake up."

A thin and childish voice whispered intermittently in the ear.

Tang Jiao was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, frowning deeply, and his eyes moved almost imperceptibly.

I could only vaguely feel the faint blowing of air in my ears, and the baby's call as thin as a mosquito.

Before she regained consciousness, Hanmao all stood up and paid tribute.

The cold and stiff fingers moved slightly.

In the darkness, Tang Jiao suddenly opened his eyes and hid aside in horror.

"Who?!"

Her voice was alert and a little weak.

The strange and weak sound was gone, and it seemed that it was indeed her hallucination when she was unconscious.

It was dark and I couldn't see where I was, but it seemed very empty.

There was a slight echo in the sound she had just screamed.

Tang Jiao blinked hard, trying hard to identify the blackness in front of him with a vigilant face.

Her breathing was light and tight, and her heartbeat was slow and heavy.

Just as his legs tentatively moved an inch, his hand was suddenly grabbed by something hot and small.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Tang Jiao shook his hands violently and screamed, the fear in his eyes almost coming out.

She used her hands and feet to hide back, and her back hit the cold wall as soon as her butt moved two steps.

At this moment, Tang Jiao's heartbeat had reached its peak.

If it were her previous body, she would have gone straight to heaven in 3 minutes.

She held on and pinched her thighs hard to maintain her rationality and shouted loudly:

"Who, who...! What is here!"

"elder sister……"

It was that weak child's voice again.

It looked very much like the little zombies in the old zombie movies she and Xiao Jingchuan watched.

Goosebumps stood up crazily all over Tang Ziao's body, and his scalp was numb.

She closed her eyes suddenly and waved her hands wildly.

"Ahh! Don't come here! I'm not your sister! Don't come here!"

The voice seemed to be shocked by Tang Jiao's more violent and frightened voice, and there was no movement.

After a while, there was the sound of something rustling and moving nearby.

Tang Jiao's heart was beating fast, and his hands and feet were so shrunk that he wanted to stuff himself into a crack in the wall.

Horror movies that I have watched replay in my mind.

She stared at the place where the dark and subtle movement came from in shock and fear, feeling as if her scalp would split inch by inch.

no, no, no...

If it happens again, I will die where I am!

"Crack."

There was a small sound.

A few dim, rotating candlelights lit up in front.

At the same time, a weird electronic singing sound sounded in the empty space.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Tang Jiao felt that the two old surgical scars on his head were cracking open.

It really cracked, her brain exploded...

What's this? ? ? ? ? ! ! !

A small group of black shadows held up that little bit of light and came this way again, like a drifting will-o'-the-wisp.

There was the rustling movement just now again.

Tang Jiao felt that his breath was stuck in his throat and he was about to be suffocated to death.

Before she was completely frightened and cried, she finally saw the true appearance of that small black shadow.

Two lines of tears had just flowed halfway down my cheeks, and I was stunned.

She blinked hard:

"Little, little green hair?"

Mung Doudou, who was holding up the whirring birthday lotus lantern, narrowed his big eyes and corrected weakly and frustratedly:

"I'm Mung Doudou."

The child's hair has grown long, half black and half green hanging down on his forehead, pricking his eyelids.

Tang Jiao let out a heavy breath.

She leaned against the wall and apologized in a daze.

"I'm sorry, Doudou."

Mung Doudou came over holding a beeping lotus birthday lantern.

On the seven or eight plastic lotus petals unfolded above, half-finger-long simulated candles stood, barely illuminating half a meter of space.

Mung Doudou held the lamp and squatted in front of Tang Jiao, looking at her with a pair of big black eyes, which seemed a little happy and a little worried.

Tang Jiao touched the cold sweat that had suddenly formed on his face. Then he felt a throbbing pain on his head, and the soreness of the back of his neck as if he had been stabbed violently.

Only then did Tang Jiao remember what happened.

She couldn't help but curse in a low voice:

"Damn Xiao Qiming! He actually found someone to plot against me!"

In the empty space, there is a response to every slightest movement.

Mung Doudou was so frightened that he shrank.

The lotus lantern that had been ringing fell to the ground and sang happy birthday tirelessly.

It’s really the festive song of the underworld.

Tang Jiao took a deep breath, controlled his expression, covered his forehead and asked gently:

"Doudou, where are you?"

The kid shook his head.

"Then why are you here?"

Mung Doudou's expression was a little tangled, and her little eyebrows wrinkled sadly. After a while, she said slowly:

"I don't know. Uncle Wei said that my father sold me to him."

Tang Jiao's eyebrows knitted as he heard this.

dad?

His father should be Green Oboi.

But Sister Le's reporter friend did the interview before. Didn't Luobai say that the child was taken away by relatives?

Who is Uncle Strange?

Tang Jiao's head felt swollen and numb, as if she had been anesthetized, and she took a hard breath.