Devil Gaiden

Do you have any other skills?Let you waste the rice at home doing nothing all day long, what is the difference between you and rice bugs?No, it's even more terrifying!You eat more... It's basically a super-sized rice bug in human skin!Ah, I have worked hard all my life, and now I am looking at our mother in heaven. Could it be that the big belly you were pregnant with was actually parasitized by the terrifying alien rice bug? "

Seemingly struggling to tear off his curly hair, the naturally curly elder brother blinked his fishy eyes, and cast a sharp glance at his younger sister.No, to be precise, it should have sent a ferocious stare at a certain fluffy lump on the girl's shoulder.

"Pika!" Pikachu trembled violently, and was raising his short hand very cooperatively to wipe away the tears that didn't exist on his soft cheeks. Pikachu couldn't help but have a bad premonition.

"Brother!" Suddenly she jumped forward and hugged the curly-haired boy's left foot, and the girl cried out in tears: "Don't abuse your hair anymore, or you will change from natural curly to natural bald early!"

"At times like this, you are still thinking about your brother. Well, you are such a good sister. But..." Nodding and sighing, the boy still stooped down and opened his sister's fingers hard. "I will never change my mind. I must drive you out of the house today!"

"Hey, you two, how dare you mess around in front of my house." Sneering a few times, Fujiwara raised his hand and gently twirled the two mustaches on his lips, his shrewd little eyes flashed obvious contempt.

He stopped talking because of the sudden words, the boy with natural curly hair turned his head, but there was no expression of fear on his face that made him happy as the old man imagined, instead he put on a gesture of asking the neighbors to judge him, and he also pulled into the topic.

"Ah, this master, it's just in time! Tell me about it." He stretched out his hand to pinch his younger sister's smooth chin, fully exposing her face to everyone's sight. A 15- or 6-year-old girl, knowing that her family is so poor that she wipes her ass with leaves, but she still eats and sleeps all day long, and she has eaten up all the rice jars at home! Damn girl, why don’t you Forget it if I eat it too, even if your stomach pouch is connected to hell, I will go too! Woooooooooooo..."

Seeming to be more sad than the sister who was about to be abandoned, the silver curly-haired old man raised his arms, wiped his eyes vigorously with his sleeves covered in colorful patches, and suddenly started to sniff his nose with a choked voice.

After a long while, he lowered his arms, and the area around the eyes of the unchanging dead fish was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was rubbed out or stimulated by salty tears. In short, the skin around the eyes was still accompanied by slight peeling. ...

"Besides, this dead girl has gone too far recently. She doesn't know where to pick up a strange little thing as a pet. Is it a rabbit or a mouse? Yes, it must be a hateful mouse! It's a terrifying mutant mouse, that yellow one. The black and white color is a natural warning color, indicating that it will eat up all the rice at home with my useless foodie sister..."

Stealthily, he twisted towards his thigh fiercely, the silver-haired boy let out a painful wail, a pair of half-closed eyes with the feeling that he would never wake up suddenly rolled out a big teardrop.

"Brother, have you forgotten what our mother who has turned into fertilizer in the soil taught us? To love small animals, whether it is a cockroach or a dung beetle, we must treat them equally. If you don't even have this kind of love, your heart will Become as cold as a chocolate parfait."

With tears in her eyes, the girl who was softly persuading her elder brother, her slender figure looked very charming, finally made Fujiwara understand why his guards did not chase them away for so long.

Now, Fujiwara's greedy eyes lingered on the girl's slightly childish face, then reluctantly moved to her protruding breasts, and finally settled on the buttocks tightly wrapped by the faded fabric.

"You still dare to talk back to me? Brother, I am not a soft thing like chocolate parfait, but a strawberry popsicle that is frozen hard all over! Now let you, who dare to challenge your brother's authority, taste the coldness of red bean popsicles Huh? Isn't it red bean rice...don't worry about it, just give me a good beating!"

With a wave of his palm, the curly-haired man with dead fish eyes swept across his sister mercilessly.

"Pikachu!" screamed, screamed fiercely.

A small ball of meat, like a ball that had been kicked hard, flew into the air from the girl's shoulders, and plunged into the grass five meters away. The fleshy body bounced and rolled several times.

Struggling to support half of his body in the green grass, Pikachu blinked his round eyes a few times, and shed tears of extreme aggrievedness.

Tick ​​tock, crystal clear teardrops rolled on the green leaf tips.

Seeing the tears streaming down the surface of the liquid, Pikachu rubbed his slightly swollen face, and looked sadly at the boy who had poisoned such a cute creature.

No, the script shouldn't be like this...

Why is it always the one that gets hurt...

Cruelly slapping the little pet away, the curly-haired boy blew into his palm and clapped his hands again. Then he grabbed the girl's white wrist and pulled her up from the ground.

"Come on, I'm going to sell you to Yoshiwara now, anyway, you only have this kind of skin that looks good. Well, don't dawdle, let's go."

"I do not want……"

"Wait a minute!" Just like the old stalks used in some vulgar scripts, when the helpless girl is about to be persecuted, finally there is a confident call to stop, but there is something new, maybe it is at this time The guy who swaggered forward while stroking his mustache looked more like a villain who robbed beautiful women.

"Huh? Master, what's the matter with you?" The boy stopped talking with his sister, and looked at Fujiwara with a puzzled expression.

"Your sister, I bought it." After reaching into his pocket with his right hand for a while, Fujiwara shook the crocodile skin he took out in front of the silver natural roll.

"Is this true?" He asked again tentatively, and he had already stretched out his hand in front of the rich lord.

"Of course, I'll give you all the money." Taking out all the banknotes in the wallet and patting them on the boy's callused palm, Fujiwara said in a lofty tone of charity: "I'll give you the money. Compared to you It’s more cost-effective to go to Yoshiwara specially, and it’s much more than the guy from Hualiu Street.”

In fact, the one who really gained the sweetness could only be Sangoro Fujiwara.

This girl is definitely many times more beautiful than those red-card oirans he has seen. Such a stunning beauty, is it better to use it as his eighth concubine?Or do you want to cultivate it well and sell it for a big price?

Haha, no matter what, he earned it.

Thinking of this, his heart was full of elation again, and Fujiwara couldn't help but stroked his two mustaches that turned upside down in the shape of an inverted figure of eight.

"Thank you, master!" After being stunned for a moment, the boy immediately bowed to thank him, as if he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word, he put his palms together, and put a large wad of crumpled banknotes into his arms.

Then, the ruthless brother didn't take another look at the younger sister who had just been traded as a commodity, and took a step forward, billowing smoke and dust under his feet, leaving behind a ruthless figure running away with money.

"elder brother……"

Salivating and looking at the mournful girl who was going away, Fujiwara put his arm around her shoulders and half dragged her into the mansion.

"Just forget about that brother of yours. As long as you listen to me well, you will have a good life." I touched the girl's chest irregularly, but what came from her hand was very weird. The touch was loose and loose, and there was a rustling sound. Fujiwara let out a light snort and frowned in confusion. "What's going on?" He said to himself, turned his neck, and looked at the beauty in his arms.

"Ah!" With a shake of his hand, he threw something that had been stolen and replaced at some point on the ground, and he cursed at the bodyguard: "Are your eyes blind? I didn't notice when it was replaced, don't you? I did not notice?!"

They didn't make a sound, just lowered their heads to be scolded, and the two bodyguards were also baffled.

In the blink of an eye, how could a living person become that kind of thing?

Moving their eyes down, they could see more clearly, it was clearly no different from a scarecrow planted in the field...

The thin paper covering the head was also painted with rough eyebrows and eyes, but the eyes represented by two big black dots just stared straight at the distraught Fujiwara from the ground. From this simple facial features, there is a faint sense of ridicule...

"These two liars!" Finally recalling the memory, Fujiwara jumped onto the scarecrow and stomped on it fiercely.

And when the other party burst into a heart-piercing roar, the two little liars who cooperated happily were happily pointing to the free money from the old man.

"Sure enough, it's more fun to play like this. Watching a guy who thinks he's smart fall into a trap, the fun is doubled." Holding the money handed over to her by Yinshi, Haijiang joked heartily that he was empty of money and money Fujiwara.

"Would you like to eat dumplings first?" Then the dumplings will be covered with strawberry jam, and she will show a very happy smile while eating, this kind of image is almost imprinted in Yinshi's mind.

"Ah Yin, do you want to buy another box of strawberry milk?"

"That would be the best. But, compared to this..." From time to time, taking a sneak peek at Haijiang, Yinfang said in a casual tone, "Why don't you