Scumbags Follow the Good System: Chapter 98 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

Cong Liang really wanted to help Ding Mao put on his clothes, but he was afraid that he would mind, so he covered his eyes.

But there is no real blind person, she is not as good as a real blind person. Cong Liang's small hands searched for a trousers waist for a while, and groped for a while, then put it on for a long time, and it was inevitable to touch Ding Mao's skin when he lifted it up.

If you just started to touch it, or just stared at it and put it on quickly, it wouldn't be so torturous. Anyway, when the two of them put on their pants with their slumped stomachs, the blue veins on Ding Mao's forehead were suffocated, and Cong Liang was even more so. He held his breath with sweat on his face. No matter where he touched his hands, he felt soft. His mind was full of thoughts about all kinds of waste. When he finally finished wearing it, he climbed out of the cylinder, and his lungs hurt.

It was already dark, Congliang was standing beside the iron cylinder, staring at the pitch-black sky, and rubbing his hands together, he felt that it would take a long time for her to evolve into a "daughter". Rub, I can't scratch my heart.

After drying her messy brain, Congliang lifted the curtain and was about to climb inside to get the quilt. There was no big treasure to hug her during the long night, so she had better go to the tent to lie down.

"Fifth Uncle?" Cong Liang just opened the curtain and saw Ding Mao was rubbing out to move out, "You are..." She paused in the middle of her question. It was obvious that people were in a hurry. Cong Liang silently crawled inside and took out He put a flashlight on the quilt, took out an empty bottle of drinks that he had prepared a long time ago, and handed it to Ding Mao.

"You have an injury on your leg, make do with it first." Congliang tried his best to make his voice sound as straightforward and upright, "If you want to...then what, I'll help you go downstairs."

Ding Mao squeezed the plastic bottle with a "click", and Congliang couldn't see his expression clearly. "

Ding Mao did not use Congliang's strength to stand up, but raised his hand and wiped Congliang's head, "I'm dragging you down," Ding Mao's voice was frustrated and hoarse, "Girl..."

Congliang: "..." Don't call me girl, when you call me, I always feel like I have to do two braids.

Not sure whether Ding Mao wanted a large or small size, Cong Liang stood still for a while, and was relieved when he saw Ding Mao grabbing the bottle and then rustling back.

After half a day, Congliang stretched out a hand and went in, "Uncle Fifth, give it to me, I'll throw it away."

Under the halo of the flashlight, Ding Mao was ashamed and wished to explode on the spot. He shook the bottle cap and twisted it, and handed it to Congliang. He turned off the flashlight and lay down, wrapping himself in a blanket.

Cong Liang clutched the warm bottle, walked over to the railing and threw it down, folded it back and stood on the edge of the iron cylinder to discuss, "Uncle Fifth, I'll go in and get the quilt..."

After waiting for a while, Ding Mao was silent. Congliang lifted the curtain and slowly climbed in. Because at the beginning, with some unspeakable purpose, Congliang laid two quilts in the iron cylinder. Now she climbs in along the side. , Just as he was about to roll it out and rub it out, he heard Ding Mao's muffled voice in the blanket, which came over in a low voice.

"Where are you going with the quilt?"

Cong Liang: "I'll go..."

"Just sleep here." Ding Mao opened the blanket a little, and the voice came out a little clearer, "Just here."

Originally, Congliang's will was not very firm. After struggling for a second, he gave up. With a sound of "um", he took out the repair gel from the space, "Uncle Fifth, I will change the medicine for your leg..."

Ding Mao still didn't move, and Congliang didn't dare to turn on the flashlight for fear of embarrassment for both of them, so he directly lifted the blanket on Ding Mao's lower body, first touched his ankles, and then slightly lifted his trouser legs upward.

"You'd better turn on the flashlight," the system suddenly said in its head, "It's more wretched for you to be tinkering with people's thighs like this, isn't it?"

Cong Liangyi thought the same, he touched the flashlight, Ding Mao's injury was a little on his knees, but fortunately his pants were loose enough, Cong Liang rolled up his trouser legs and untied the blood-soaked cloth strips on Ding Mao's legs, it must be Ding Mao had just put on his clothes and bent them back.

Congliang didn't intend to make Ding Mao's leg hurt too fast. She also wanted to take the opportunity of taking care of people to get closer and closer to friction and friction, but the plan did not change quickly. Now she wants to be a good "girl" to others. It's business to get it right. She filled up Ding Mao's wound with a burst of a dozen bottles of gel, and then tied the clean cloth again.

After finishing the wound, Congliang put down his trouser legs a little bit. Ding Mao didn't react at all. If it wasn't for Congliang's flashlight, he hooked his toes when he saw the medicine, and he really thought he had fallen asleep. The feeling between now is indescribably awkward, and Congliang is also very helpless. Except for her father, she is the first time to be a daughter to others, but she is not awkward to be her father's daughter.

The gel remaining on his hands was used as hand cream and rubbed evenly. Then he exhaled a long breath and lay down. He also deliberately leaned against the iron wall, trying not to touch Ding Mao's arms and legs.

Cylindrical things, you can rely on willpower to lean to the side before falling asleep, but you will definitely not be able to carry them out when you fall asleep. In the middle of the night, one of them gets out of the blanket hot, and the other slips into the middle.

When was it wrapped together, and how difficult it was to avoid Ding Mao's wounded leg, which was tightly wrapped, and opened his eyes in the morning to see the throat that was close at hand, the arm under the head, and the hand hooked on her waist, The legs on her legs were completely unimaginable, but she felt that there was no trace of violation.

So much so that when she woke up and found the state of the two, she habitually wanted to show a happy smile in the first second, and she pouted and almost kissed the throat that was close at hand.

Fortunately, her brain worked in time, her lips stopped a few millimeters away from Dingmao, and then she held her breath abruptly. First of all, the most important thing was the little hand that made her evil. When Ding Mao woke up, he quietly took it out.

This is more difficult than holding a balance bomb and bouncing the rope. From the uncontrollable thump of the conscience, the heart can be spit out with just one mouth. She can almost imagine that if Ding Mao found a big When she woke up in the morning, she not only threw her arms and hugged him, but also grabbed his dick, and she would definitely stare at her with the same look at her.

As long as Congliang thinks of that look, his hair stands on end. She would rather Ding Mao slap her directly and scold her shamelessly, rather than show love and hate to her.

With all the difficulty, he pulled his hand out of Dingmao's trousers waist, carefully put back the hands and feet that were hooked on his waist and resting on his legs, and slowly climbed out of the iron cylinder along the soles of his feet, Cong Liang put his hands together in front of his chest. Crossed it, it was too thrilling, but she woke up first...

With a face of catastrophe for the rest of her life, she carried a bucket, rice, and an iron pot, and went to the bottom of the cupboard to cook porridge. After not seeing her climb out of the iron cylinder, Ding Mao slowly hooked up her back, legs He also tried his best to curl up to relieve the discomfort of the physical pain. He pulled the quilt to cover a pair of eyes that seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and his hands were shaking.

The porridge was still cooked in the same place as yesterday. There was nothing wrong with the fire in Congliang. I searched for the purring teacup dog. After turning around several times, I only found a few strands of dog hair in a corner.

After cooking the porridge, there is only a bottom of water left. Cong Liang shook the bucket and was barely able to wash up in the morning. She will go down to find water today.

The rice porridge was brought, Congliang opened the lid to dry, squeezed toothpaste and poured water on Ding Mao, and went to brush his own teeth. When he came back after brushing, Ding Mao was still holding his toothbrush and hanging his head in a daze. He smiled silently, thinking of it. There was a period of time in the last life, when Big Bo'er began to have difficulty getting up, and she forced her up, and it took a long time to move like this.

Congliang smiled and put down the toothbrush and toothbrush, holding a bowl of rice porridge, and subconsciously said, "Brush quickly, Bao'er..." and then bald, she turned her head suddenly to look at Ding Mao, When Ding Mao heard the sound, he could see with the naked eye that his whole body was shaking, and the toothpaste was shaken off the ground from the toothbrush.

"I'm sorry...I..." Congliang put down the bowl and quickly squatted down to explain, but the pair of Shang Dingmao stared at him, his mouth open as if he was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't say a word of explanation.

"what is that?"

"It's a flock of birds!"

"Oh my God!" Someone shouted loudly, "Quickly open the door and enter the corridor, the birds are here!"

"Ah ah ah ah... run!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, don't step on..."

Looking back from Liang Wensheng, I saw birds of all sizes, large and small, flocking in the dark sky, like a moving black cloud, swooping down towards the roof where they lived, covering the sky and the sun.

People ran out of the plastic tents one after another. Facing such a huge flock of birds, these plastic tents couldn't help but peck. The crowd rushed to the small door on the rooftop, pushing each other and refusing to give in, crowded at the door screaming and swearing one after another.

Seeing that the vanguard of the flock of birds had arrived, the people who were pecked were even more panicked and swarmed up to block the small door tightly.

She watched as the little boy who asked her for porridge last night was bumped into and separated from his mother. Don't care about the embarrassment of the two of them just now, dragging Ding Mao's legs and pushing him back into the iron cylinder, wrapping him with a blanket, "Bao... Fifth Uncle! You stay here and don't come out, it's a bird. Qun, I'll be back soon after I take a look!"

As he said that, he pulled a quilt and draped it over his head, and ran towards the little boy. Someone had already fallen to the ground and was drowned by a flock of birds. The little boy's mother squeezed out of the crowd and hugged the little boy.

Congliang paused in his footsteps. Congliang was not running towards the little boy, but ran towards the man who fell on the ground. He stepped forward and waved the quilt a few times. The birds dispersed, covered in blood, and his face was covered with bones. Apparently it didn't help.

The birds swooped down from the sky as if they were dying, Congliang was wrapped in a quilt, and was smashed by the dense flock of birds. The fan brought by Xingtian's wings into the nasal cavity is like being in **** on earth.

Congliang originally thought about squeezing hard for fear of hurting people, but looking at the current situation, if this group of people is stuck here and can't get in, no one will be hurt, and they are all feeding the birds.

His arrogant energy is not in vain, he bumped into a road from the crowd, and saw the crowded situation at the door. Unable to tell the difference, she had to kick one by one according to Carmen's crux. Anyway, it's better to have a broken leg than to feed a bird!

After a few broken legs and feet, Congliang kicked all the people at the door to the ground, and quickly squatted and threw them into the corridor to avoid being trampled to death.

"Come in one by one!" Cong Liang roared, wrapped himself in the quilt and rushed out along the crowd, waving the quilt on his body to help those who fell behind drive out the flock of birds.

Cong Liang has never seen so many birds in his life, and the whole rooftop is covered in a dazzling array of strange and dazzling creatures. The chirping and wild fanning of their wings is like crazy.

Although she had enough strength to pull up a broken quilt, she couldn't hold back the sharp and numerous bird scratches, and after a while, she was all over her body, and the scratches and bites were full of injuries.

The panic of the crowd gradually weakened. Cong Liang glanced back and saw that she was almost running. There were still people dragging people who couldn't get up from the ground. She quickly stopped, wrapped her quilt and pulled her legs to run towards the iron cylinder.

The author has something to say: Uncle Wu's desolate smile: Whenever there is danger, his little girl is the first to leave him...

Congliang smiled bitterly: In that case, I said that it is safest to stay in this iron bucket, do you believe it?