Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

The soft black shattered hair covered the pale eyebrows and eyes, and others could only see fragments and messes. The thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, the cold eyes were so cold that they were almost transparent, and the gold in the pupils was so sharp and terrifying. People have the impression that people are thousands of miles away. Holding the bread that is somewhat wet and soft because of the muddy water in his arms, Sun Qiao hurriedly walked towards the direction of the old block. It was just spring, and there was a bit of biting cold wind. It hurt like a knife scraping on his still immature cheek.

The dark and damp alley has been half demolished, and there are colorful plastic bags visible to the naked eye floating in the air, and the tangled and twisted cables form a dense web like a spider's web in the air, and there are all kinds of people Living in the alley, pitiful and pathetic like a prey caught in a spider's web.Sun Qiao walked around the gossip woman who started to gossip because of his passing, and went to the small building at the end of the alley, closing the door behind him.

He Feng heard the sound of closing the door from the dilapidated kitchen. She came out with empty hands, looked at the two breads in Sun Qiao's arms, and sneered, "Why is it bread again? You can't get tired of eating it every day, right?!"

Sun Qiao ignored it, and just sat on a chair beside him, picked up the soggy bread and stuffed it into his mouth. He Feng's vitriol did not stop, she came closer, and said insistently: " My old lady is talking to you! I said, are you deaf or can’t speak?! I’m so surprised, how can there be a monster like you who can’t even cook in the world...”

"I like to eat, but if I don't eat, I will go away." Sun Qiao raised his eyelids, and his eyes were so distant that he didn't look at his mother at all.

He Feng looked in disbelief, "Is this the way you talk to your mother??" Sun Qiao's dark golden eyes looked like freaks in He Feng's eyes, and the silent gold was like rekindled fireworks, even if he just saw A little spark can remind He Feng of the fear when she was forced by others. She endured the disgusting feeling in her heart, reached out to pick up the bread on the table, and wanted to paste it on Sun Qiao's face. Such a monster! I wouldn't have born you, you—"

Sun Qiao raised his eyes and stared at her coldly, "If you dare to throw it down, I'll throw you off the stairs."

Femininely trembling all over, the volume suddenly rose to a level that could be said to be shrill, and a series of ugly curses came out. Sun Qiao refused to hear the bread in his mouth. The old building was not well soundproofed, and the female neighbor next door She was drying the clothes, and her eyebrows, which were painted black and not smooth, were rough and uneven. She poked her head out impatiently and looked in He Feng's direction, not knowing what the murderer woman was doing, "Are you noisy enough? Thought you bought this place?"

He Feng turned around and fought back, "None of your bitch's business!"

The two adult women began to scold each other in the air, and finally stopped the scolding with a voice of spitting in disdain. When He Feng turned his face, he saw that Sun Qiao had thrown away the garbage and was about to go out. The anger that had not been vented suddenly returned After rushing up, the woman crossed her arms and said contemptuously: "You're going out again? You've been fooling around outside all day, have you ever brought back a penny? Hmm?! What a waste, you know how to mess around all day long. cause trouble..."

Sun Qiao paused when he stepped out of the threshold, and he tilted his head and said, "If you want me to bring food back, you have to pay me, understand?"

He Feng yelled at Sun Qiao loudly like a bitch: "You bitch! You can't steal?!" The woman acted confidently as if the whole world was on her side, with her hips akimbo, her eyes wide open, there was a With a somewhat hideous look, "I think that's all you have. If you die outside, no one will collect your body. You deserve it—"

"what--"

All the cursing turned into terrified screams in an instant, and they were all stuck in her throat. Her hair was suddenly pulled up by the underage boy and she fell to the ground forcefully. He Feng looked at Sun Qiao again. It is full of fear and strangeness, is this boy with deep and cold eyes really her son? !The black hair that has not been taken care of for a long time covered the boy's pale eyebrows and eyes. Sun Qiao looked at the woman who fell on the ground with eyes without the slightest emotion and color, and mercilessly pulled her hair up. The force of the beautiful five fingers gave people the illusion that he was going to tear off the woman's scalp.

The remaining bread on the table rolled down because of the actions of the two of them, rolling one or two times, and stopped at the woman's lap.

Sun Qiao squatted in front of the woman, pulling his hair slightly with his right hand, forcing her to raise her subconsciously drooping head out of fear. He lowered his eyelids and called out to his mother in a calm tone.

He Feng's heart almost stopped in fright, and he responded with trepidation.

Sun Qiao said softly, "Don't mess with me."

It wasn't until the wooden door was creaked shut that He Feng came back to her senses in a daze. She moved her arms supporting her limp body, and pressed the palm of her right hand on a soft object, and looked down—— ——It was the bread that rolled off the table, and the blue-purple blueberry jam squeezed out of the sandwich bread, sticking He Feng's entire palm.

After stepping out of the small building, Sun Qiao almost scolded the system to the sky. The system said aggrievedly that he had no choice of identity, and he couldn't help.

[Then what am I going to do now?Saving up for a plane ticket to the UK? ] Sun Qiao sneered, [Just based on the current background conditions? ]

This time, the task he received was to let Sun Qiao protect the young master of a certain British family. The task would not be completed until the family was buried safely. However, Sun Qiao’s body and background did not help him in his task this time, not to mention the United Kingdom and China. There is such a long distance between them, the reason why Sun Qiao wanted to take Brother Tong out and punch him the most was that the original owner of this body was a drug addict!

As a 15-year-old boy and drug addict, Sun Qiao expressed his strength.

[I, Sun Qiao, no matter how scumbag I am, I will never touch this stuff, Brother Tong, you can really do it. ]

The system tried to explain, [The client actually dedicated his entire body, but his body has been hollowed out long ago, and his whole body is jingling poorly... I can't help it. ]

[Bridge?shall we try? ]

Sun Qiao grabbed his hair and kicked the stones on the road, [Try. ]

It has been half a year since he came from the last world. According to the data, the original owner of his body was just a gangster from a small gang, and he was inevitably infected with bad habits. His family was poor so he didn't go to school, and he followed the gang all day long. The so-called "brothers" hang out everywhere, He Feng is the mother of the body, and as for the father, Sun Qiao has never met him except for a few times from the woman's incessant curses, and it is not mentioned in the documents.

However, some people said that Grandfather was a murderer who did many evils.

Sun Qiao has tried to detoxify on his own, and it has achieved some results in the past six months. At least he is not as addicted as he was when he first came here. Various names and information related to the task are constantly playing in his head. When Sun Qiao walked through a door I heard whimpering from inside.

The hair of the woman fucked by a strong woman is messy, and the gauze pajamas have long been torn. When Sun Qiao looked over, she could barely cover three dangerous scenes with the remaining fabric, trembling with fear There was still a faint gleam of water on the ruddy lips—probably because he had just been licked or licked. Sun Qiao threw down the wooden stick he picked up in his hand, raised his leg, and kicked the bloody head hard. Man, "Go away!"

The man clutched his head that was still bleeding out and crawled for two shitty steps. His eyes were swollen and swollen from the beating and trembled. He didn't dare to look at Sun Qiao. His legs regained some strength before he stood up. Get up, bend over and trot out the door.

After a while of rustling movements, the woman sat on the bed wrapped in a muddy sheet.

Sun Qiao turned and walked out.

The woman spoke in a hoarse voice, short of breath, "Wait a minute!" She panted, her lifeless eyes filled with tears that had nowhere to shed, and the woman said pitifully, "You're gone...they will Here we go again."

"Again?" Sun Qiao turned and looked at the woman with cold eyes.

"You can call me A Ling...sister," A Ling looked at the youthful face of the boy in the backlight, and organized her words, "...you can call me Sister A Ling, yes, can I trouble you to stay with me for a while? If you Let's go now, they wait a moment... They will never let me go."

Sun Qiao found it funny when he heard it, and he slowly approached the woman, his long and narrow golden eyes looked like sharp arrows quenched with poison, "What do you mean, are you blaming me?"

"What's my fault? Didn't you kill him?"

A Ling was a little surprised when she heard the words, a few traces of viciousness and hatred quickly slid through her eyes full of water, but she quickly hid her emotions, pinching the bed sheet under the creaking nest, as if reluctantly He smiled and said, "How come... I didn't think so, you misunderstood."

Everything after that turned into darkness. Sun Qiao didn't even have the strength to talk to the system. He could only helplessly let his consciousness keep falling and sinking, falling like an endless fall, until he reached the bottomless abyss .

When he woke up again, what he saw when he opened his eyes was a pair of cat-like eyes, emerald green like emeralds under the light, and a noble and soft golden hair on the boy's head. He stared at Sun Qiao with his terrified eyes, which were filled with deep green, but made Sun Qiao feel as weird as two will-o'-the-wisps.

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