The villain is coming back strong [Quick wear]

The night was getting worse little by little, the icy cold wind was blowing in from the cracks in the firewood house, the hay piled on the ground was damp and gave off a foul smell, a big hole was broken in the roof, and it was dark and heavy outside. Sky.

A field of hay, an old and shapeless quilt, and a lame wooden stool are all Zhao Sanyue's possessions in this house where he has lived for seven years.

Yun Lihan looked at the main room not far away through the gap between the wooden boards. Although the night was getting dark, through the old paper window, he could still vaguely see the bright and sometimes dim yellow Lights, and laughter came out from time to time.

For seven years, for countless days and nights, Zhao Sanyue hid alone and helpless in the firewood room full of cold wind, quietly watching the happiness of the Zhao family.

Even this moment of happiness and warmth was obtained by sucking Zhao Sanyue's bone marrow and gnawing his blood.

9527 saw Yun Lihan's eyes were cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He just looked there unblinkingly, and his mechanical heart couldn't help but tremble, "Big brother hold back, you must hold back, now This small body can only seek death if it rushes up, our primary goal now is to take good care of our bodies."

9527 looked at this emaciated body with sunken cheeks, whip marks and blood stains all over his body, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. His boss had never suffered such humiliation.

"Heh~" Yun Lihan gently rubbed 9527's round head, "Don't worry, I won't be impulsive."

He was just thinking about how to make the family die even worse after experiencing despair.

"That's good, that's good," 9527 patted his small chest, and he flew to the door and brought the bun that Zhao Xiaohua sent over to Yun Lihan, "Boss, do you want to have a bite?"

Zhao Xiaohua should have saved this rough-faced steamed bun from her rations, because the material used to make it is too rough, and there are unkneaded lumps of dough on the surface. Generally, the men of the Zhao family would not eat this kind of stuff. Even He Wanyue herself doesn't eat very much, but it is so stiff like a stone that can almost break the teeth. For Zhao Xiaohua and Zhao Sanyue, it is also rare, and it can fill the stomach. thing.

Although the steamed bread lying in the large enamel bowl was not big, it was in a regular shape. I am afraid that Zhao Xiaohua would not be willing to eat it after getting it, so she hid it until now and brought it to Yun Lihan.

Yun Lihan glanced at the bun, "Eat, why don't you eat?"

It's just that now, his hands are full of dirt, and the food can't be so blasphemy.

He slowly opened the door of the firewood room. Although He Wanyue locked the door with a lock, the dilapidated door could not even trap a baby, let alone Yun Lihan.

Yun Lihan picked up a small pile of dry firewood and walked all the way from the firewood room to the kitchen. He didn't meet a single person, and the kitchen was also in darkness, only a few sporadic sparks in the stove were emitting a faint light.

Without saying a word, Yun Lihan stuffed the dry firewood into the stove. Zhao Sanyue picked up all these dry firewood from the mountain, but he was never qualified to use them.

The house where the Zhao family lived was brightly lit and warm. Only Zhao Sanyue and Zhao Xiaohua were shivering from the cold.

"Hiss—" 9527 gasped. He watched helplessly as his boss turned the sporadic sparks into raging flames, and poured a full pot into the big iron pot above the stove. of water.

There was only one well in the village. Zhao Sanyue was too thin to carry water. Zhao Yongyong and Lao Zhaotou carried all the water from the well at the head of the village with poles. He Wanyue used water very sparingly. The scoop of water can't wait to be used as two scoops.

9527's voice became trembling, "Boss, you poured too much water, and He Wanyue will definitely find out tomorrow."

Such a small body that was already bruised and bruised would not be able to survive if it endured another severe beating.

Yun Lihan frowned, "Why do you think that He Wanyue can still bully me?"

"Ah, this..." 9527 finally realized that although the boss has become a child, he is still a boss, 9527 smiled embarrassingly, "Hey, it's not that this world is too suppressed I'm a little worried."

Yun Lihan smiled, "No problem."

After boiling a pot of hot water, Yun Lihan scrubbed himself, and the black dirt fell down, revealing the hideous wound on his back, where bruises and purples criss-crossed all over his entire back, and even some The local flesh and blood are rolling outward.

9527 felt distressed beyond measure, "Boss, are you in pain?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Although he still has a little childish voice, but the tone is extremely cold. This kind of pain is really nothing to Yun Lihan, but in Zhao Sanyue's seven-year-old body, it is even more terrifying That's all.

"Why doesn't it hurt..."

Yun Lihan found a tattered piece of clothing that looked like rags from the firewood room, washed it clean, and said to 9527, "It really doesn't hurt, why should I lie to you?"

Although 9527 is a little stupid, a little stupid, but it is just right for Yun Lihan. For a person like him, only a system like 9527 can make him trust.

9527's relaxed mood immediately became tense again, he watched Yun Lihan put on the freshly washed clothes that were still stained with water, "Boss... Boss, these clothes are wet , you are still injured, can you wear it?"

Yun Lihan spoke again, "No problem."

9527:"……"

I'm tired, I can't persuade you.

He should absorb the remaining power of time and space as soon as possible.

Without 9527 making noise in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Yun Lihan suddenly felt his whole body quiet down. Perhaps for Zhao Sanyue, losing his hearing would cause infinite fear in his heart, but Yun Lihan was very happy.

Besides, it wasn't that he couldn't hear at all. Although the spiritual consciousness was severely suppressed, the sound within a radius of five meters could still be sensed through the spiritual consciousness.

Li Meihua locked all the food and meat brought back by Zhao Yongyuan in the cabinets of her house, and the whole kitchen was empty, except for a bucket of cold water, there was nothing to eat.

After Yun Lihan cleaned himself up, he boiled another pot of water, and then he poured the hot water into the large enamel bowl containing the cornbread.

Under the soaking in hot water, the stone-like steamed buns gradually softened a bit. Yun Lihan took out another bowl and divided the steamed stuffed buns into two halves. He quickly ate the half that belonged to him. clean.

Under the cold moonlight, the thin monkey-like boy was holding an enamel bowl bigger than his head in his hand. Although he was extremely hungry, he did not gobble it up, and ate every mouthful very gracefully.

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In a small wing room on the east side of the main room, the girl was lying on a bed made of broken planks, covering her stomach with her hands and staring at the roof in a daze.

Although the environment of this room is better than that of the firewood house, there are still air leaks everywhere, and it is impossible to resist the cold of late autumn. A few pieces of rags and oil paper on the roof were lifted by the wind, and the chill continued along the cracks. poured in.

"Goo-goo-"

The stomach kept protesting, and the burning hunger inside made her a little dizzy.

Zhao Xiaohua hugged her belly tightly with both hands, and her cracked lips moved up and down, "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry...Brother was beaten to the point where he was covered in blood, if he didn't eat, he would definitely die Yes, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry at all..."

The eldest brother is the only person in this family who treats her well. She doesn't want him to die like this, and she doesn't want the only trace of warmth to leave her.

Otherwise, she would not be able to survive in such a cold and terrifying home.

Zhao Xiaohua tried to comfort herself with words, but after going through a day of physical labor, her stomach was empty and she kept singing "Empty City Strategies".

The night was getting thicker and thicker, the laughter in the hall next door gradually faded, and the surrounding area was quiet, as if all the creatures had fallen into a sweet sleep.

But Zhao Xiaohua didn't feel sleepy at all. It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep, but she was too hungry to fall asleep.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaohua heard the sound of rustling footsteps, which stepped on her heart one after another, causing her to stop breathing.

Zhao Xiaohua's originally empty eyes suddenly became sharp and cold, like a hedgehog erecting barbs all over her body, fear made her body tremble continuously.

She thought of the person who touched her room after dinner a few days ago and the pair of big hands caressing her body, such rough palms made her body tremble constantly.

She was afraid of being touched by that person. She knew something bad about such a thing, but she didn't know exactly what was wrong.

The stinky breath sprayed on the tip of her nose almost made her nauseous. She wanted to cry, but her mouth was blocked by a big callused hand. She wanted to struggle, but her strength seemed to be like a beast to that man. Just tickling, it doesn't do anything.

When she fell into despair, Zhao Jinbao's father awakened the man's rationality. He got up from her body, happily responded to Jin Bao's words, and left the narrow wing.

She has never thanked Zhao Jinbao like that moment.

But the look that the man gave her before he left was deeply in her mind. She didn't know what that look meant, but she knew that it shouldn't be a father's visit just based on her subconscious reaction. Daughter's eyes.

She fears, she fears, she panics...

She wanted to tell her mother, but she didn't know how to speak.

But now, the sound of footsteps outside the door aroused the fear in her heart.

She thought that this matter just passed away, but she never thought that in such a dark night, she heard the heavy drum-like footsteps again.

Zhao Xiaohua looked around in a hurry, but as far as she could see, there was no weapon that she could hold in her hand to resist.

Zhao Xiaohua could only wrap her body tightly with a tattered quilt, curled up in a corner, and stared at the latch on the door without blinking. The latch was dug out from the garbage dump after that day, and she had never tried it. However, I don't know if I can resist it.

"Squeak-"

The latch fell in response, and the leaking door was slowly pushed open by a pair of hands...