There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Sixty-fifth piece Chapter 1: (3)

"Oh, how come you scream so loudly today?"

There was a servant passing by in the corridor, and when he returned to the room, he whispered to the person whom he had been friends with. The person shooed her quickly: "Don't talk nonsense, and tell someone to listen to the commander and go to the commander for a while! What does it have to do with us to play with another taste!"

"I just see that the child looks good... Well, I don't know what his parents think, so a good child will be sent to the commander's mansion..."

"Come on, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepdad. His mother died early. Editor-in-Chief Zheng said she was a father, but in fact, he hadn't raised anyone for a day. This was not to please the handsome man, so he brought the child from the country. Yes! You were not here at the banquet just now, didn't you hear it? I really took the editor Zheng's face, it's all like this, it's like a okay person, it's really shameless!"

"It feels so distressed that the child's mother is still..." The servant thought, feeling uncomfortable, "Those children are very pitiful."

"We have pity on them, what's the use? We have to feed the family too. The handsome man squeezes to death. We are not like a grasshopper? Wake up early in the morning as a errand!"

These two maids are fellow villagers. They closed their eyes after talking. Whenever this happens, people are not allowed to go up on the third floor. The handsome man does not like other people to disturb. The soundproofing effect of the small western-style building is good, except for the rooms on the third floor. I heard a cry at the door, lying in the servant's room on the first floor, as if nothing happened.

Dashuai Hao in the room on the third floor wanted to die!

He never knew that the barbed braid would hurt so much when it was drawn on a person! He likes to watch those slender and beautiful teenagers stripped naked and whipped, crying for mercy, while rolling on the ground, the beautiful body is full of welts and blood-there is a very strange and cruel beauty, often The more they cried, the more excited Hao Dashuai became. He never thought there was anything wrong with his habit. This is a troubled world. What does he do to keep the city stable and kill a few people?

Those fragile and immature lives eventually end in his hands. He likes this kind of pleasure, which cannot be given on the battlefield.

He has always been proud of his strength, and he is invincible no matter where he goes. Who knows that he has kicked the iron plate today, and no one knows where such a huge energy comes from the same slender body of the young man in front of him-he was beaten up. After a while, Dashuai Hao finally realized that Linglong did not use the means, he was real, and he was so strong.

With bare hands, a sturdy man like Hao Dashuai who was two meters tall and smashed the stone with one fist can be beaten into a stubborn little chicken.

Linglong has a new idea. He wiped the whip full of Hao Shuai's blood with some salt water, and then continued to smoke it. Hao Shuai was able to tolerate it, but later it was really bad. He said all good things. Dad and grandpa called it. Can not move Linglong, no matter how Dashuai Hao hides, the whip can always be drawn to him accurately and sharply. He feels like a embarrassed dog, there is nowhere to escape in the face of malice from others.

In the end Linglong's hands were sore, and Dashuai Hao was only half of his breath. Her body twitched twice from time to time. Linglong threw the whip off her hand and wiped her hands with a clean white bed sheet. The room was full of blood and gore. It smells good, he walked over and opened the window, the cold wind blew him more and more vigorous.

He had discovered long ago that he can eat and sleep normally, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat or sleep, but eating and sleeping makes him look more like a normal human being.

After the window was opened, the blood gradually faded, Linglong walked to Hao Dashuai, he had been beaten out of servility by him, and when he saw him approaching, he would tremble and fear subconsciously. This is Linglong's favorite reaction-he likes others. Fear him so that they would not dare to bother him.

"What should I do, you said where should I go after dawn?"

Dashuai Hao sprayed many blood foams with just one mouth.

Linglong lifted him up with one hand and threw him on the bed. He punched him without mercy, saying that he only left half a breath, but only half a breath, no more.

He didn't think that Dashuai Hao's blood stained the bed, so he sat on it, but it was so **** that Feng Huaxueyue couldn't even think about it. He had always had a low tolerance for unsightly people.

"Hey, why don't you reply?"

After asking twice Hao Dashuai still didn't speak, Linglong naturally thought he was pretending to be dead, and kicked again without holding back. Hao Dashuai twitched all over his body instantly, and Linglong was startled.

Only then did he realize that Dashuai Hao didn't seem to be daring to ignore him, but he really couldn't answer...

"It's really troublesome."

Linglong complained, opened the door in the past, and shouted into the corridor: "Where is the doctor! Call the doctor in! The handsome man is going to work!"

This sound shocked the entire mansion, including the aunts and wives who lived in the backyard. After a while, everyone gathered in the hall. The doctors in white coats and glasses rushed in and were shocked as soon as they entered the room. …He is the doctor of Hao Dashuai. He usually lives in the Dashuai's mansion. He also opened his own clinic outside. He has a good reputation and money, and he is very loyal to Dashuai Hao.

This is the first time he saw the handsome man suffer such a loss... He usually came to treat the wounds of the poor young people, how did he change people today...

Linglong said solemnly: "It's like this, the boss feels that the past happiness is not real and clear enough, so he wants to put himself in the place and experience the bliss of life in another way. But... this, you see, I am a newcomer, it is inevitable. The start is not serious, do you think the commander?"

With half a breath left, Dashuai Hao made a humming sound similar to pulling a bellows, as if he was stuck in a mouthful of old sputum, he listened exquisitely and patted the goose bumps that didn't exist at all: "It's okay, okay, I know Marshal, what do you want to say, if I am right, you blink, so that the doctor can treat you."

Dashuai Hao blinked twice in despair.

The doctor was stunned, but he immediately recovered his professionalism, unsmiling and expressionless, trying to be a machine that only knows how to cure diseases and save people.

The more he checked Hao Dashuai, the more surprised he was. This, this Dashuai is really a cruel person! Be cruel to others, and be cruel to yourself! How is this to put yourselves in to feel it, this is playing with fate! Sure enough, the thoughts of powerful people, civilians like him cannot understand.

Having been an exclusive doctor for Dashuai Hao for so many years, he has developed a good habit of not listening, not asking and not knowing.

In the end, Dashuai Hao was wrapped in a mummy, showing only two eyeballs and mouth and nose for breathing. His body was still painful when he moved. He wanted this little evil star to leave quickly. In the future, Dashuai Hao will not have a psychological shadow, and never again. I like the fresh and tender boy!

But Linglong refused to leave. Not only did she not leave, she also stayed comfortably in the marshal's mansion.

Dashuai Hao couldn't speak, couldn't move his hands. He only got better after lying upright on the bed for three or four days. It was a pity that he had scarred all over his body, like a centipede covered with ugly eyes.

The first time he could speak, Dashuai Hao asked his adjutant to take someone to the guest room to tie up the little evil star! Shot on the spot when necessary|Shoot!

The adjutant went arrogantly, and came back in a piss, missing an arm and a broken leg, crying for Dashuai Hao, he took five or six people, all with weapons, but after entering the guest room, nothing happened. Invisible, in the darkness, all the ghosts with missing arms, broken legs, blue faces and fangs are gnawing at them! The adjutant escaped with all his life and was almost frightened into a mental disorder.

Dashuai Hao suddenly became scared. Just about to call someone, he saw Xiao Shaxing leaning against the door of his room with a smile: "What are you doing, so unkind? Dashuai Hao treats your guests this way? He sent so many people. Crooked melons, come to my room with a knife and gun and point at me?"

He lowered his head and seemed to find some blood stains on his body. He shook his finger, not very happy, and wiped it on the snow-white wall.

In Hao Dashuai's view, it seemed to be a bright "dead" character.

He doesn't hurt anymore, the wound is no longer itchy, and he doesn't want to kill Linglong anymore, just want him to spare his own dog's life! "I, I won't dare anymore! You, you forgive me! I promise to change the evil in the future! Change your mind! Be a good man!"

"Huh?" Linglong was disgusted by what he said, "Who wants you to change your mind and become a good person? Do you think your virtue is the material of being a good person?"

Dashuai Hao cried: "It's because I don't deserve it, I mean I'm sick, I'm nasty, I'm damned, please go around me, hero! Strong man! Dad! Grandpa!"

When he was half-dead by Linglong that day, he screamed like this. Linglong stood by the door and picked up the vase on the coffee table next to him and threw it over. He slammed Hao Dashuai's head with a slap. His eyes went straight and he was dizzy. past.

As for the adjutant on the ground...

Linglong approached, the man stepped back as if he had seen a ghost, and he laughed: "Why are you so afraid of me? You were very prestigious just now."

The adjutant cried bitterly: "It was the commander who asked me to kill you! It has nothing to do with me! I, I were forced to be helpless, and I don't want it!"

Linglong tuts amazed: "Why do you bad guys have no backbone at all?"

The adjutant is crying harder, and what's the backbone of his life is gone? Will the backbone be bad guys? Then if he knows that this little ancestor is so evil, he won't go even if he puts the gun on his forehead! Now that one arm is missing and a leg is missing, how will we live in the future? "Hey grandpa, you can use magical powers, I really don't dare. There are old mothers, wives and children in my family, and they have to rely on me to support..."

"The **** you killed also has an old wife, wife, and child." Linglong wrapped her arms around her chest and stepped on Hao Dashuai's wound, forcing the unconscious person to wake up alive, and then slowly said to the adjutant, "It's just a pick. When you accidentally fell down, you got some bean curd on your leather shoes. When you drew your gun, he should be kneeling on the ground and crying and begging Jun Ye to spare his life, right?"

The adjutants were stupid. He frantically searched for the person Linglong was talking about from his memory. He couldn't remember at all—he relied on being Hao Dashuai's adjutant to dominate the city in Huicheng, and he never put anyone in his eyes. , Where do you remember who you killed?

"You took his life, causing his wife to die of illness, and his wife and children were dead. He only bit off one arm and one leg of you. He is worthy of you." Linglong snapped her fingers, and a black mass appeared in front of the adjutant. In the mist, there was a pair of resentful eyes faintly in the mist. It was a middle-aged man with a slightly camel back, and his legs were high and the other low. He walked deep and one foot was shallow, and he seemed to smell of beans. .

Slowly, the adjutant remembered.

It was several years ago, and the commander told him to go out of town to do errands. He got up early, and the sky was just barely exposed. A bean curd vendor came out around the corner. He couldn't dodge and startled his horse, and his two burdens fell suddenly. Several bowls were broken, as well as bean curd all over the floor, and some splashed on his shiny leather boots.

At that time, the middle-aged man was terrified. He knelt down and couldn't help begging for mercy, but the adjutant didn't forgive him, so he shot him casually. When the man fell to the ground, the blood mixed with the bean curd, red, white and white, the adjutant didn’t see it. I just took a look and left. I only felt that this person was unlucky. He was about to be out of town early in the morning. It was because of his bad life.

It's just a poor man, what if he is dead?

Are there few poor people who died in Huicheng these years?

But right now, the middle-aged man who had already died appeared in front of him, with a bullet hole in his forehead that no longer bleeds, and his eyes were full of hatred.

These soldiers kill heavily, and the ghosts generally don't dare to approach them. They are like those young men killed by Dashuai Hao. Are they innocent? Don't they hate it? But Dashuai Hao is full of blood and fierce spirit. The ghosts can't stay by his side, let alone take revenge. Therefore, what remains in that room is the despair and pain of their lives, converging into a faint vapor, exuding a strong bitterness. , Makes Linglong uncomfortable.

This ghost was different. He had too deep obsessions, and he was able to withstand the adjutant's evil spirit. It just so happened that the adjutant wanted to kill Linglong, so Linglong helped him.

What a big man, just seeing a ghost, he was actually fainted!

Linglong looked at Dashuai Hao and asked in a friendly manner, "Do you still want my life?"

Dashuai Hao had pain in his wound, but he did not dare to shout, and shook his head like a tortoise grandson: "Dare not, dare not! Grandpa give me another chance! I promise to listen to Grandpa for everything in the future!"

"Don't call me that." Linglong kicked him. "How can I have such an ugly grandson like you?"

"Yes, Grandpa taught it."

This man is quite capable of bending and stretching, faceless and skinless.

Linglong retracted her foot and rubbed disgustingly on the carpet, "Hurry up to heal the injury, heal the injury, and then do things for me."

After that, he smiled cutely at Dashuai Hao: "Did you see it just now? Think about it, how many of the people you killed over the years wanted you to take revenge? If you don't want to die, it's better to listen to me. If you do, don’t make so many crooked ideas."

Dashuai Hao saw the ghost of the lame man just now. He wanted to be frightened and fainted but was afraid of being woken up by Linglong violence again. He stunned his head and responded, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Grandpa taught him this, hoping that he could live a peaceful life in this troubled time, and keep the coffin at home for a hundred years. But no matter how the old man's clever calculations, he can't count the fortune of himself and his family. I am afraid he will never think of it. Rather than taking care of Linglong, Zheng Liangjun wants to push Linglong into the fire pit instead.

Tiger poison still doesn't eat its seeds, and Zheng Liangjun is not as good as a beast.

Seeing Linglong staring at herself, but with a pensive appearance, Dashuai Hao was really afraid that this grandpa would beat herself to death again after thinking about it for a long time. After such a long and good life, he didn’t want to ruin his life. Linglong promised: "I will be appointed to be a good person in the future! I, I know I am not worthy, but I will work hard towards the goal of becoming a good person! I will never disappoint your education to me!"

Linglong: "Don't, don't be a good person. Especially your hobby—"

Before she finished speaking, Dashuai Hao learned to answer: "I understand, I understand! I change! I change!"

"Do not change."

Dashuai Hao:?

Linglong smiled brilliantly.

After another week, Dashuai Hao was well recovered. Although the wound was still aching, it was much better than lying on the bed a few days ago and not being able to move. Today, he especially put on a military uniform, especially domineering and mighty, coupled with his tall stature, giving people a sense of oppression like an iron tower, ordinary people really dare not look at him for fear that he will attract his attention and bring disaster to himself. .

Zheng Liangjun cautiously entered the door of the Marshal's Mansion in such a panic. He didn't know why Marshal Hao came to him. Anyway, he was so embarrassed at the banquet that night. These days, even if he was in In newspapers, there are always people pointing and pointing. Whenever someone whispers in the place where he passes by, Zheng Liangjun thinks that he is chewing his tongue. In a word, his life is uncomfortable.

Today, when I received an invitation from Dashuai Hao, he only invited him. Zheng Liangjun was really upset. He always felt that his son was not a meek master, and he had learned a lot of crooked ways from Old Man Chen, the Dashuai Mansion said. I might have taught him how to break the ground. When he entered the door, he found nothing unusual. It stands to reason that he should be happy, because according to this posture, either the commander is particularly satisfied and wants to benefit him, or he is asked to collect the body of his cheap son. , Anyway, no matter which one is good.

The latter was also a shame to Zheng Liangjun. He thought he had married the woman and reluctantly slept with her, and gave her a son, which was already a reward. She should be grateful to himself. As a result, because of this son, the relationship between him and Gong Wenli seems to be peaceful, but in fact there are constant conflicts, which is really a trouble for Zheng Liangjun.

But... he has been sitting in the living room for so long, why didn't he see the handsome figure?

Just as Zheng Liangjun was fidgeting, a guard came over: "Editor-in-Chief Zheng, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, the commander has something to do, please go upstairs to speak."

Zheng Liangjun's heart is overjoyed, this must be a good thing! If his cheap son provoked the boss, he would have been beaten out long ago, but now he is invited to go to the study to talk——

Zheng Liangjun subconsciously thinks that the conversation will be in the study room, but the guards took him to a well-decorated room. The room was white with no other colors, making people's eyes a little painful. "This room is too white. How could someone with such high grades make such a room?"

He flattered without a trace, and the guard heard the words with a weird expression. After a while, he grinned and said, "The handsome said that the room is all white and it looks good when it is stained with blood."

Zheng Liangjun:! ! !

He was about to flee immediately, but it was too late, the door closed mercilessly in front of him, and the guard's face looked so strange at the last moment. Zheng Liangjun didn't have time to think about it. He always felt the creeps. The sixth sense made him want to escape subconsciously, but the door was locked from the outside. This is the third floor. He didn't have the courage to jump down...

Just when he was turning around in a hurry, the door opened and Dashuai Hao, who was wearing a military uniform and stepping on riding boots, walked in, carrying a box in his hand, and when he saw Zheng Liangjun, he pulled out the barbed whip without saying a word. Zheng Liangjun almost peeed in shock: "Great handsome! You, what are you doing!"

My mouth is scared!

According to the lines Linglong wrote to him, Dashuai Hao endured the nausea and said: "Your son is very good. I think you should be better. Sometimes it's good to change your appetite."

Zheng Liangjun never imagined that this was a sheep entering the tiger’s mouth. He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Marshal, this is a misunderstanding! My son can serve the marshal, that is his blessing. How can I be qualified! Besides, I'm so old now, the commander, this, this is just to change my appetite, and I won't be so hungry to choose food!"

Linglong next door heard this clearly, and Zheng Liangjun was really a dogleg, and could say anything.

Dashuai Hao had no expression on his face: "No, this boss just fell in love with you, you can take off your clothes with a sense of understanding, and you can say it well, otherwise wait for me to do it... Oh, that's not the case."

He said that, with tears in his heart, he didn't like Zheng Liangjun, an old man with dried orange peels at all! He only likes slender and beautiful boys! Speaking these words to Zheng Liangjun made him feel that he was about to be raped|raped.

Zheng Liangjun was so scared that he was crying, he didn't like men, and he didn't want to be liked by men! Now he has no choice but to say something to get away: "Great handsome! There is something to say, something to say! Don’t you like beautiful boys? I, I have a son! Although not as good as the one given to you a few days ago , But it’s not bad! If it doesn’t work, I, I have a daughter! Handsome! Calm down, boss! Don’t be impulsive!"

Gee tut tut tut tut tut tut tut.

Linglong shook her head while gnawing on the sweet and juicy sweet pear. This Zheng Liangjun, his heart is really black, can this be said? He smiled triumphantly and glanced at Gong Wen Li Niang who was **** by someone to cover her mouth and widened her eyes.

Want to hurt him? Then you have to be prepared for restlessness at home.

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