Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

Jiang Jiang placed a set of clean old clothes of the original owner next to the fire, which was enough for the little devil to wear.

The long coat and long pants were a bit big and long. When the little devil turned around, Jiang Jiang was already lying on the kang, sleeping with his back to him.

The sound of shallow breathing was lost in the crackling fire.

Before going to bed, Jiang Jiang threw the dirty quilt on the ground, and it lay quietly in the corner.

Jiang Jiang thinks it is dirty.

Too lazy to wash.

She had taken apart the old rotten quilt and made it into a scarecrow in the vegetable garden to scare away the greedy little animals that were looking for food.

The little coal devil picked up the clothes on the ground and fled away.

He ran to the next stream to take a cold shower, rubbed off the dirt on his body, put on the baggy clothes, went back to the fire like a thief, wrapped himself in the quilt, huddled in the corner, and fell asleep in a half-awake state.

Even in his dreams, he was extremely uneasy, always alert to when Jiang Jiang would wake up.

Will he beat him again when he wakes up?

The bricklayer went to work at Jiang Jiang's house before dawn.

The original owner's house didn't even have a proper door.

Jiang Jiang still built a few fences to block the attack.

The bricklayer came and didn't say a word, he just kept working.

The clinking sound of nails pounding woke up Jiang Jiang and also woke up the little devil in the corner.

Jiang Jiang's action of getting up scared the little devil. He was like a mouse in the gutter seeing a cat. He stared at Jiang Jiang and tried his best to shrink into the wall behind him.

But Jiang Jiang didn't even look at him.

Just boil water and wash yourself.

As the smoke from the cooking stove rose, the cheerful voice of the bricklayer came from the roof, "Boss, what delicious food can you make for us?"

The powerful voice, every word clearly and loudly, came into the room.

"Master, have you had breakfast?"

"I ate it, I ate it!" The bricklayer chuckled.

Jiang Jiang steamed a pot of steamed buns, took two and threw them onto the roof for the bricklayer, ate two himself, and left three in the pot.

The little devil wants to eat.

Jiang Jiang held the lid of the pot to stop him from eating.

The little devil looked at Jiang Jiang with fierce eyes, clenched his fists, and his face was full of an expression that showed he wanted to beat Jiang Jiang down.

Jiang Jiang caught the little devil's raised fist.

The skinny skeleton swung towards me desperately, like a lone wolf.

Jiang Jiang reached out and slapped him.

The little devil kicked straight at him, but Jiang Jiang had been on guard against him and had placed some traps in the dark.

The leg bone kicked hard on Qie Dai, and with a crack, the little devil's bones made a sound.

It can be seen how much effort he put in.

He loosened his fists and broke free from Jiang Jiang's hold, covering his legs tightly.

Cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

When the first attack failed, he raised his other hand and tried to strangle Jiang Jiang's neck when Jiang Jiang was not paying attention.

Jiang Jiang stomped his foot and picked up a sickle with the instep. He had just bought it at the market two days ago. It was very new and sharp, and the blade was shining with a cold silver light.

She raised the sickle and placed it across the little devil's neck.

The tip of the knife touched the skin on his neck and cut a hole.

Blood flowed out of the wound.

"If you want to die so much, then go to hell with me!" Jiang Jiang's lips curled up into a vicious smile, like a ghost from the underworld, coldly wrapping around his limbs.

The little devil looked at the sickle in Jiang Jiang's hand, loosened his hand that was just a few millimeters away from pinching Jiang Jiang's neck, took a step back, lowered his eyes, and his tear-stained eyelashes trembled slightly. His legs hurt so much.

He pursed his lips tightly, not allowing himself to make any sound, as if it would be a shame for him to shout out.