Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

The young man's arrogance is permeated from the bones to the eyebrows and eyes, and it can't be shaken off.

Facing the humiliation of others, the young Qiao Zizhen was very calm. With his back to Lai, he stood upright in the middle of the yard, and turned his eyes away from the flower garden, but he didn't seem to care about it at all.

Jumping beam clown.

Being completely ignored by the little boy, Lai was furious, and kept repeating curse words in his mouth. Song Xi's voice disappeared after hearing two sentences, and the whole picture seemed to be muted.

Qiao Zizhen leaned against him, pinching the tips of his ears with his fingers, as if he loved this place very much, and there was no emotion in his tone: "Children, don't listen to this."

Song Xi heard the black lines pop up, [beep——] I have done this kind of thing several times, and I am still a child, sticking onions and garlic in the pig's nose.

With this interruption, in the blink of an eye, the scene around him changed rapidly.

The night was thick, the castle was brightly lit, two blond men held wine glasses to each other, litter was randomly thrown on the ground, and everything they saw was a mess.

The wine glasses were lightly touched, and one of the blond men hiccupped and winked at the other: "Lai, your Chinese wife, hiccup, how do you feel?"

Lai didn't care about it on his face, and responded casually: "It's okay, what's the matter?"

The blond man smashed his mouth: "I remember, she seems to have a son?"

"Yes, with her ex-husband, let her go, but her temper is too bad." Lai said, suddenly reacting, remembering his old friend's hobbies, raised his eyebrows and smirked: "Why? Want to try it?"

The blond man straightened his body, and said with an air of authenticity: "No way, that's your stepson, how could I do it."

"Hey." Lai was drunk, feeling overwhelmed, and turned his head directly to the bedroom, raised his chin to signal, "I don't recognize this stepson, well, he is in the room now, and his mother probably won't be back in two days. "

The blond man looked over and didn't continue to refuse. He immediately put down his wine glass and got up staggeringly. He walked to the door and knocked heavily, "Open the door."

There was no movement in the room, and no one paid him any attention.

Undaunted, the blond man continued to knock on the door, each time becoming more urgent.

Lai came over and waved a bunch of keys in front of his friend: "Use this."

That was the key to the boy's room.

Song Xi frowned, and couldn't help but want to walk over, but was held down by the man, holding his chin with both hands, "Concentrate, don't move around."

The door over there has been opened, and two drunkards broke into the room openly, looking around the room with undisguised eyes. Song Xi's position is facing the door of the room, just enough to see the scene in the room thoroughly.

Facing the sudden intruder, the young man remained calm, with one hand curled behind his back, and he said coldly, "Go out."

The blond man looked at him obsessively, his face was flushed by the smell of alcohol, and he did not hide his evil desire | "Oriental boy, I only tasted it once, I don't know how this... tastes like."

The teenager was seen with goosebumps all over his body, suppressing his disgusting physiological reaction, and said in a cold tone: "Get out!"

Drunk people can't listen to it at all, and only do things according to their own temper. The blond man was thrown out of the bench. The blond man stretched his knuckles, approached the boy from the left, and said in a vicious voice: "Boy! Don't be ignorant."

Lai was watching a play next to him, taking a sip of wine, he didn't seem to feel satisfied, he smiled wretchedly and stretched out his hand to close the door for his friend.

The door was locked with two slaps, Song Xi's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned from the living room to the bedroom. The three of them were only about two meters away from him.

The blond man took advantage of his height to suppress the young man, pushed him into a corner, laughed lewdly, and coaxed him in a disgusting and vulgar tone: "Little thing, don't be afraid, uncle is doing a good job!"

The young man leaned his back against the corner of the wall, with the corners of his mouth tightly pursed. Looking at the disgusting face in front of him, he closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.

Seeing the development of this fucking plot, Song Xi was so angry that his eyebrows were going to fly. He quickly glanced around, and was about to find something to blow the idiot's head off when he suddenly screamed. It sounded, and he turned his gaze abruptly.

The blond man clutched his key parts, his face was bruised and purple, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak.

The boy retracted his legs and stood up straight, biting the phonetic symbols extremely hard: "I'll let you go." The man looked like he was looking at some kind of garbage.

"Servant...servant!" The blond man scolded several times, and after the pain eased, he straightened up through gritted teeth, and shouted indiscriminately: "Lai, don't look at me, hurry over and help me! "

After finishing speaking, he continued to deal with the boy, his arm muscles burst out, and he threw himself straight up, spitting and cursing: "I must eat this little thing today, Fuck!"

"You can't, drink, hiccup! You must have drunk too much!" Lai walked over while hiccupping, and threw the cup in his hand on the ground, breaking it all over the floor.

eat you*!

Song Xi breathed out the fragrance directly, and was so angry that he kicked Lai who passed by him, but his kick was in vain.

All of this is just a phantom, everything in the room cannot be touched or touched, no one can help the boy.

Song Xi didn't want to look at it, and was about to turn around, when Qiao Zizhen suddenly covered his eyes with his hands, and said in a very close voice, "Shhh—"

"It's about to start."

"What... what?" Song Xi opened his eyes, brushing his eyelashes in the man's hand, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.

As soon as the ending sound jumped out from between the lips and teeth, there was a clear puffing sound in the room, as if something had stabbed hard into the flesh.

What followed was a cry of pain, the blond man's tone was full of astonishment, and his tongue seemed to be knotted: "Ah! He, he hid the knife...uh!"

There were a few more muffled sounds, the screams and struggles gradually weakened, something hit the floor heavily, and he yelled feebly: "Save... uh, save... save me..."

Lai was frightened into a cold sweat, and his brain became much clearer immediately. He instinctively picked up the book on the desk next to him and threw it at the young man, his voice trembling and incoherent: "Kill, kill, crazy, crazy... you madman!"

The boy's face was accidentally splashed with liquid, but he didn't reach out to wipe it off, and let the heavy books hit him one after another, without saying a word, as if he didn't feel the pain.

On the tip of the knife that was dyed red, the liquid slid down drop by drop, and dripped to the ground along the tip of the knife, leaving a bloodstain at the boy's feet.

Lai seemed to realize it at this time, he was obviously a strong adult, why should he be afraid of a boy with no hair yet?

He straightened up instantly, gritted his teeth, and grabbed a book in one hand to brace himself for a fight.

The young man laughed and rushed forward, his movements were chaotic, he only paid attention to quickness, precision and ruthlessness, he ignored the fists that landed on his body, and swung the knife quickly with a reckless style of play.

In the end, he drank too much wine, and it was difficult to touch a sharp weapon with bare hands. During the fight, Lai was stabbed in the lower abdomen. He covered the wound, sucked in his breath, and kicked the boy's stomach desperately, buying himself time to escape.

Unfortunately, he locked the door himself.

Before he could pull the lock and open the door, the pain continued to fall from his back again. Holding the handle with one hand, he flung himself weakly on the door and slowly slid down.

The panting sound in the room became weaker and weaker until it disappeared, but the puffing sound did not stop, and finally only the sound of a knife piercing into flesh and blood was heard.

Song Xi looked a little dazed, and in a daze pulled off the hand that was on his eyes.

The place where his eyes passed was blood red, he opened his mouth, and the words were swallowed again.

Fuck, good, so scary...

Qiao Zi really raised his eyebrows, turned a blind eye to this time, and said in a surprised tone: "Huh? Little fool, aren't you afraid of having nightmares after watching too much?"

Song Xi faltered and dared not speak, and kept swallowing, suppressing the churning in his stomach.

The boy squatted at the door with a very serious expression, as if he was completing a great work of art, his hands rose and fell.

Finally, he was satisfied with looking at the inhuman Lai, stood up and looked through Song Xi, wiped off the liquid from the corner of his eyes, and set his eyes on the other person.

Knowing that the other party couldn't see him, Song Xi was still terrified by that look, and retreated into Qiao Zizhen's arms to abbreviate.

Qiao Zizhen supported him with both hands, and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

Song Xi said embarrassingly, "No."

He looked away and put it on Bai Jie's ceiling, as if he was blind and couldn't see anything.

After a long while, the sound in the room slowly stopped, and the knife fell to the ground with a bang. The boy let out a breath, and took out a tissue with trembling hands to wipe his face carefully.

After wiping his face, the boy dragged the two blond men out of the house and threw them in the yard. He took a shovel and shoveled down on the patch of roses, digging a pit nearly two meters deep.

Seeing the roses planted back again, Song Xi finally understood why Qiao Zi really didn't want him to touch those flowers.

For him, perhaps that is the dirtiest existence.

The subsequent development gradually became clearer, and the scene was like a revolving lantern, without staying too much.

The teenager killed someone in self-defense. When his mother came back and saw that there was no one at home and could not be contacted, she realized the seriousness of the matter.

The oriental woman was first incredulous, then shocked, and took several steps back, suddenly not daring to look at her son, as if she was facing a demon.

The teenager smiled, which was uglier than crying. Suddenly, a knife was inserted into his chest without hesitation. He watched his mother who was three steps away from him, and slowly closed her eyes and fell down.

The oriental woman was deeply shocked, sold the house, and left here far away, because after this incident, strange things suddenly happened in the castle, and gradually became an uninhabited haunted house under the rumors.

Weeds grew wildly in the abandoned castle, and no one knew that the boy's bones were buried in the ground, never seeing the light of day.

Song Xi came back to his senses, only to realize that he had left the scene, stood at the door, and was being dragged into the house by Qiao Zizhen.

Thinking of those scenes, he held his breath in his chest, he couldn't get up and down, and he let the man lead him into the house in a daze.

Qiao Zizhen pushed him to sit on the bed, and warned him: "I'll go out, don't run around."

It took a while for the door to close before Song Xi slowly recovered, subconsciously lifted his buttocks, and the sound of breaking suddenly sounded behind his ears.

He stood up abruptly and looked back, only to realize that the photo frame he was holding was shattered under his ass.

Just as he was thinking of picking it up to see if he could save it, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and besides the photo frame, his fingers also caught a small knife.

The knife was too small, just enough to fit in the photo frame. When Song Xi was holding the knife and was about to ask the system, there was an abrupt ding-dong sound in his mind.

[It is detected that the item is usable, do you need to jump to the timeline? 】What the hell, when did the system get an extra skill?

Before Song Xi could understand the meaning of this prompt, the ding dong sounded again: [The selection time has expired, the host has defaulted to jump, please wait patiently, 3, 2, 1, the plot is jumping...] I have something to say: I'm late, the update will probably be very late these days, friends, let's watch it in the morning.

Thank you for your comfort, I am a more open-minded person, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal.

Suddenly there are a lot of friends, and I can't reply for a while, so give me a hug together!

Don't stay up late, good night.