I cried after fighting with the villain [Quick Transmigration]

The heart-piercing sound dragged Li Yu's sinking mind, making him hover on the verge of fainting.

The man got closer and closer, and patted the child on the head, "Shut up, don't make noise."

He knelt down and touched the young man's forehead, his hands were hot and had a fever.

Jarhead squatted aside, with tears in his eyes, timidly looking at Mr. Landlord, who was even more domineering than him.

"Uncle Cheng, is he dead?"

The degree was annoyed by the little boy's crying voice, so he said in a bad mood, "If you keep crying, he will really die."

The lid of the pot twitched, and I couldn't help it, so I could only cover my mouth with my small hand.

He patted the young man's face left and right, "Hey, can you stand up?"

Li Yu was unconscious, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, reached out and grabbed the man's trousers and held on.

Looking at the wrinkles on his flat trousers, his forehead twitched, if he didn't know that the young man was not pretending, he would have picked him up and beat him up.

He gritted his teeth and threatened, "Let go."

Li Yu regained a little voice from the half of his waking consciousness, "The degree, I feel uncomfortable."

Degree's forehead twitched, thinking it was none of my business.

The pot head carefully pulled down the other trouser leg of the man, "Uncle Cheng, can you save big brother, I haven't eaten yet, he can take me to eat when he is alive."

Degree narrowed his eyes, "Really?"

The pot cover head pointed at the crab that had crawled over Li Yu's stomach, and said, "Look, he wants to eat crabs for me."

The degree touched his chin, changed his mind, picked him up from the ground, put him on his shoulder like a sack, and walked towards the town.

Along the way, two big ones and one small one attracted a lot of attention.

Everyone whispered to each other, guessing how the wild boy from Fatty's family and the newcomer got on the line with Mr. Cheng.

The degree carried the man upstairs and threw him into room 444. The pot head stood stiffly at the door, refusing to go in.

He was afraid that if he entered other people's house privately, he would be beaten by the owner.

Li Yu's stomach was hurt by the man's shoulder, and he was about to vomit. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the scream of the pot head.

"Big brother is awake!"

The degree walked to the sofa and threw him down.

Li Yu turned over half dead, and lay on his back to look at him. At this time, he still didn't forget to maintain the sick and weak character, "It's a pity for you."

Four words, three breaths.

Degrees dislike anything fragile, living or dead.

He took a half step back in disgust, and turned his head to look around the room with his hands folded.

For a while, neither of them spoke again.

The pot head looked at this, then at that, and finally leaned in front of Li Yu.

He rested on tiptoe, stretched his neck to observe the state of the young man, his skin was pale, his lips were dry, and he didn't know if he still had the energy to get him something to eat.

Li Yu saw the little Jiujiu in the little boy's heart at a glance, held his shoulder, turned around, and then gently pushed everyone forward.

"Mr. Cheng, I can't take care of him now. Take him back and get him something to eat."

The degree pushed back the lid of the pot, "He's too loud and annoying."

Li Yu was very dizzy and accompanied by tinnitus. He was not in the mood to talk to the man anymore, so he simply turned over to face the sofa, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The degree and the lid of the pot stood there, one big and one small, and neither of them left.

A few minutes later, there was a grunt in the living room.

Jarhead looked down at his stomach in bewilderment, but didn't cry.

He turned his head to look at the level, and the man glared at him, "What are you looking at, it's not me."

The stiff young man on the sofa raised his hand weakly, "It's me."

I'm sick, I have to keep up with my diet, so that I can get better quickly, Li Yu sighed, I must have dug the graves of these two people in my previous life.

After giving them a hard look, they walked slowly into the kitchen.

There is nothing in the kitchen except a bag of rice, what a fart.

He turned and went out, leaning against the kitchen door frame, "Where are my crabs and fish?"

The pot lid head blinked, looked up at the degree, the degree stared back fiercely, looked up at the young man, "run away."

When the two fish were picked up, they were already dead, and the crabs must have escaped.

That is to be used to make seafood porridge, now it's ready, let's drink northwest wind together.

Li Yu stood motionless, his face was burning red, and his eyes were glistening. It was obviously a pitiful face, but it should have a strange magic power that made people feel guilty.

The degree scolded the mother, "I know how to cry, I will find it for you."

Li Yu, "I..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had disappeared, and he looked at the little kid.

Pot Jarhead subconsciously took a step back, also a little afraid of him, turned his head and called Uncle Cheng to the door, and ran away too.

Looking at those chubby legs alternately kicking the ground, Li Yu smiled, and couldn't figure out how he could grow so fat with such a father.

1551 said earnestly, "There is a kind of person who can gain weight even by drinking water."

Only then did Li Yu think of another life-saving straw, "Brother Yi, I'm about to die, can you give me some medicine?"

1551, "You can apply to have a look."

Li Yu suddenly regained his spirits, "How long will it take?"

1551 said, "It takes at least half an hour to type up the reports layer by layer and still have to approve them."

Li Yu closed his eyes, he was really dead.

The speed of time in the central city and the small world is different. Who knows how many years have passed in this world after half an hour.

System, "Do I need to apply?"

"No need." Li Yu ran back to the room angrily, covering his head with the quilt.

As usual, he wouldn't be able to hold it in for long before he would come out by himself.Today was different, he was cold from head to toe, wishing he could shrink himself into a ball.

The degree stopped at the elevator entrance, let the pot cover head wait on the spot, and went up to the [-]th floor by himself.

The head of the pot is holding its hands behind its back, and it is playing with the trash can on its toes.

On the tenth kick, the elevator door opened, he raised his head, froze, and murmured "Dad".

He recovered and backed away with his hands behind his back, "What are you doing here, I won't go back with you."

The shop owner sneered, "Rare, I didn't come to look for you."

He reached into his pocket and wiped out a key.

Before coming here, he had inquired with the lock shop that the newcomers were so poor that they couldn't afford to change the locks. Regardless of whether they were at home or not, room 444 would have to change its owner from now on.

The boss squinted at his son, "What are you doing in a daze, I won't beat you up today, let's go, Dad will take you to see your new home."

Jarhead's eyes lit up, and he followed his father timidly and warily to the gate of No. 444.

His pursed lips moved, and he whispered, "This is someone else's house."

The owner of the commissary glared, "It's mine now."

He stuffed the key into the lock cylinder and opened it with a slight turn. Just as he was about to push it open, someone slapped him on the back suddenly.

The owner of the commissary turned his head irritably, and a fist came towards him, causing him to groan in pain.

The degree grabbed his hair, dragged him to the safe passage, and threw him against the wall, "What I said doesn't work anymore?"

"Mr. Cheng, I was wrong. I was just fascinated by ghosts for a while." The boss's beer belly trembled with him.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he slowly rolled up his sleeves.

The shop owner hugged his head in horror and froze in place.

There was someone who was kicked out like him. That person was not convinced. He sneaked back to live while everyone was asleep that night. When he was found the next day, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his limbs were broken, and he was lying in the trash can , because the mandible was removed, and the mouth was drooling.

The owner of the commissary still can't forget that miserable look.

So he didn't dare to run, and he couldn't run, for fear of angering people and ending up like that buddy.

The degree rolled up his sleeves, looked at the gap in the door, and the pot head looked at him in horror.

He said, "Turn around and wait for me at the door of 444."

Jarhead shrugged his shoulders and ran away, stopped in the middle of the run, took a few steps on the spot, walked back on tiptoes, and eavesdropped on the wall.

He didn't know what was going on inside, and there was no sound at all. He looked at the escape door suspiciously, and found that the door was open.

The degree blocked the door, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the door?"

The pot lid opened its mouth, and saw the person lying on the ground behind the door, his face turned pale with fright.

"Is he dead?"

He closed the door with his backhand, and stuffed a bag in his arms, "Hold it."

Hold the lid of the pot tightly with both hands, and when you look down, there are two big crabs and a turbot inside.

The degree kicked his ass, "Go."

"Oh." The child walked forward and looked back.

Degree holds his head and twists it back, "Don't worry, he's not dead."

Knowing that his father is not dead, the pot head's complexion returned to rosy, and at the same time, he felt quite refreshed.

I really didn't expect that his father would be beaten to the ground one day.

One big and one small carry fish and shrimps into the door, the living room and kitchen are quiet, no one is there.

The degree pushed the child into the kitchen, "Go and put things down."

In the room, the young man who had a stubborn face before and forced others to pay for compensation lay down again, shrinking into a small ball.

The degree walked over, touched his shoulder, and was grabbed by the other party, and he couldn't shake him off.

Li Yu was between ice and fire, his forehead was hot, but his body was cold.

As soon as you touch something warm, it's like touching a hot water bottle in the cold winter.

The young man's face was hot, and the temperature instantly penetrated the skin and flowed to the heart along the blood vessels.

As if being scalded to the point of being scalded, he forcefully opened the young man's hand, took out two pills from his pocket, retaliated, forced his fingers to force open the clenched teeth, and stuffed the pills in.

The intense bitter taste spread between his lips and tongue, and Li Yu was aroused, his first reaction was to throw up the quilt and get out of bed, and the man easily pushed him back.

Looking at the young man's wrinkled facial features, Degree said coldly, "Hold on, don't spit."

The pill had completely melted, and Li Yu stuck out his green-dyed tongue and asked, "What did you give me?"

Degree said, "Fever reducer."

Li Yu was shocked, this man was so kind, and his bitter taste buds were inexplicably sweet.

It's just a fever, but it actually burned up the favorability.

He was secretly happy, looked up at the man, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please help me bring the water."

The degree has never been ordered like this before, he said, "Go by yourself."

"Mr. Cheng, are you a good person, just a few steps away." Li Yu blinked his eyes a few times, his voice was soft, and he was about to die at any time.

A head came in from the lid of the pot, "Shall I help you?"

Li Yu shook his head, "The glass is so high that you can't reach it, let Uncle Cheng go."

Degree's forehead twitched, "Lin Zhouzhou, are you torturing me on purpose? I think you are tired of work."

"I don't." Li Yu wrapped the quilt tightly and sniffed, "I just want to drink the water you brought."

This kid did it on purpose.

Immediately afterwards, another clear idea popped up in the degree's mind, this kid was still pretending to be pitiful to him.

He turned cold, "If you want to drink water and pour it yourself, if you want to rely on connections to avoid rent, there is no way."

Li Yu asked the system in disbelief, "Is it not obvious enough for me to be coquettish?"

1551 said seriously, "Obviously, a little willful."

Even an AI without an emotional module can tell, but the target is a living person who has no idea, and even distorts his meaning.

Li Yu moved his mouth and said something.

The degree frowned, "What are you mumbling about?"

"It's nothing." Li Yu was a little annoyed, "Say you're stupid."