Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xi was dumbfounded by these two slaps, his whole body was as stiff as a dead fish, his face flushed red.

The system laughed in its mind, and the laughter was not enough. It randomly clicked on "Today Is a Good Day" and played it in a loop.

Song Xi gritted his teeth: "...so why am I drooling?"

The system took it for granted: "Because you are mentally retarded!"

Song Xi decided to temporarily add a wish, and when the copy came out, he complained about this stupid [beep——] system, and no one could stop him.

bother.

Song Xi is now like meat on the chopping board, unable to move, unable to do anything.

The "butcher" kept holding the knife and refused to put it down, watching his food with great interest.

Qiao Zizhen withdrew his hand, forced his chin to lift up, conjured a silk veil out of nowhere, and wiped it carefully at the corner of Song Xi's mouth, with a serious expression as if he was doing something big.

The system popped up with a ding dong, "Don't you humans have a saying that a serious man is the most handsome? How about it, he is handsome!"

Song Xi hehe, with a high temper, when the man was about to finish wiping, he opened his mouth and let the saliva flow down.

Wipe, I let you wipe!I make you cheap!

Song Xi didn't realize at all how naive it was for an adult to do such a thing.

The system simply didn't see it. It turns out that mental retardation is contagious.

Just after wiping the drool, it started to flow again, Qiao Zizhen stopped holding the handkerchief, looked at the little fool's dazed and stupid look, and laughed angrily.

He was impatient, wiped off the saliva around Song Xi's mouth again, changed into a handkerchief, rolled it into a ball, pinched Song Xi's chin and stuffed it in.

In idol TV dramas, the robbers hijacked the heroine as a hostage. This is how the plot develops. However, life is not a TV drama, and Song Xi is not a weak and miserable heroine.

He pressed the tip of his tongue expressionlessly, and the veil was pushed out easily.

"..."

Qiao Zizhen picked up the dropped handkerchief and stuffed it back.

Song Xi's cheeks fluttered, and when he was about to spit it out again, Qiao Zizhen leaned over, breathing against his ear, and said in an outrageously gentle tone, "If you spit it out again, I'll strangle you to death."

Perverts usually do what they say, Song Xi immediately fell in love, and obediently bit his handkerchief, behaved like a little chick.

Secretly cursing in his heart, the little person who came up with it had already stepped on the opponent's face countless times.

Qiao Zizhen was finally satisfied, pulled up the quilt to cover the two of them, snapped, and snapped his fingers.

Song Xi suddenly felt like drinking fake wine, his head was groggy, his consciousness was empty, his head tilted, he fell on the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

The room was dead silent, and in the darkness, Qiao Zizhen's eyes flickered excitedly, and his fingers slid across Song Xi's face. After a long while, his half-smile sounded: "It's cuter to pretend to be stupid..."

The sound spread into the air, slowly dissipated and annihilated, and the silently observing system let out a "fuck" sound, and recited the scriptures for Song Xi again, hoping that he was all right.

The next day, Song Xi was woken up by a few screams. He opened his eyes, sat up quickly, and looked around. He was the only one in the room. Qiao Zi must have heard the sound and went out. .

After waking up, he started tapping his head again. He fell asleep out of nowhere last night. It must be that Qiao Zi really moved his hands and feet.

The handkerchief in his mouth and the rope binding his hands disappeared and were put away.

The sharp screams of the girls outside slowly subsided, and were replaced by another rough curse: "Who the hell is that doll placed at our door! Does he |fuck lack a conscience?"

There were several voices of denial again, no one admitted, and the curses continued continuously, from the ancestors to the next generation.

Song Xi felt pain in his ears, so he put on his coat and got out of bed casually, walked to the door, thought for a while, then reached out to scratch his hair in a mess, grinned, and walked out of the room with a silly expression.

As soon as he went out, his eyes were caught by the decoration style. Different from the ordinary European-style buildings in the room, the living room is resplendent and magnificent, with gorgeous crystal lamps reflected on the marble floor. In the center of the spacious living room, there is a golden Silk nanmu round table.

Song Xi scratched the wall with his fingers, it was gold and embedded with emerald agate, the whole living room was filled with the stench of copper.

He clicked his tongue in his heart: "It's really earthy, it's low."

The system exposed it mercilessly: "If you are envious, just say it, there is no shame."

Song Xi was not only envious, but also sour, like a dirt dog.

He looked around the room, there were eight people in total, each with their own characteristics, surrounding the door of a bedroom.

The ones who screamed and cursed before were a couple, the girl was charming and the boy was a muscular man; on the left stood a little girl dressed as a student with a calm face; leaning against the wall was a young man with colorfully dyed hair. He was a non-mainstream gangster, talking to a middle-aged man with a briefcase next to him.

The two male and female protagonists crossed their arms, watching the couple perform with a very indifferent expression.

You ask where did the big devil Joe go?Song Xi hehe.

Qiao Zizhen stood at the edge of the crowd, his face was full of drama, he cowered, as if he wanted to talk but didn't dare to interrupt, showing his petty air to the fullest.

Song Xi Shijie might really owe Qiao Zizhen the trophy of Best Actor.

Just as he was thinking, "Actor Qiao" stared straight at him, shouted exaggeratedly, and trotted over, "Yangyang, why did you run out?"

See if you are dead or not.

Song Xi just smirked, anyway, this person will automatically arrange scenes for him.

Sure enough, Qiao Zizhen dragged Song Xi back to the crowd without saying a few words.

Interrupted by such an interruption, the muscular man couldn't continue his swearing, he spat hard, and after cursing "It's really bad luck", he stretched out his foot and kicked the thing out of the door.

Song Xi looked over, and the one who was kicked away turned out to be a little doll. The doll was made of clay, and its facial expressions were lifelike. It was such a work of art, but it was wearing pure black clothes, with scarlet smears around its mouth. , full of evil.

It was such a doll who appeared at the door of the young couple for no reason this morning, with one hand broken.

Those who have been in and out of this dungeon basically know that they should not touch things that appear rashly, otherwise they will easily violate the rules of death.

The student girl reconciled, and after a while, the team returned to calm, and it was the girl in the couple who asked first, "Then what about this little doll?"

No one spoke, and no one wanted to touch these things.

Song Xi just wanted to have a look, took a step forward and just squatted down, suddenly his whole body was pushed, he leaned forward inertially, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab or support something.Only one doll was caught.

Song Xi, "..."

Qiao Zizhen was still pretending to be innocent, sighed, shrank his neck and said: "Yangyang, why are you moving around? If you like it, you can let me take it for you. Why are you so disobedient?"

"..."

There was no way, Song Xi could only be forced to stand up with the doll, pretending to be naive, muttering: "Baby!", and the groundhog screamed in his mind.

Listen to you|Mom!I kill you!

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