MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 110 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

Early the next morning, the system reconnected with Cong Liang.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, he leaned back against Ding Mao's back lazily, but his mind was "Yoyo! Look who this is?!"

"Isn't this Comrade Xiao Fang who we disappeared overnight?" Cong Liang teased, "Let's interview Comrade Xiao Fang."

System: "Don't make trouble, tell you something serious."

"I'm not making trouble, I'm interviewing you in a very serious tone right now," Cong Liang said, "May I ask Comrade Xiaofang, what's your explanation for last night?"

"Where did you leave your kind and gentle host all night? With whom? What did you do? How many times did you do it? How did you feel?" Cong Liang asked enthusiastically.

System: "...Be dignified, let's get down to business now."

"You answer me this inappropriate thing first, I asked the question first."

Cong Liang said, "Did you take it?"

"Tsk," the system tutted, and the tone was full of a strong rudeness factor, "It's a piece of cake."

"What means, please describe in detail. As Cong's sister, I have the right to know how inhumanly he was treated last night."

"I said, sleep or eat you. He was afraid that I would eat him, so he agreed."

Cong Liang: "..." It's so simple and rude, how can it sound inexplicable.

"Then even if he fell asleep, he was scared by you. If he doesn't like you, what will you do in the future?"

"Tangling," the system didn't care, "he can't run anyway."

"What's more, he has something to ask me now," the system murmured: "I helped him, so what kind of drop of water should be reciprocated by the spring, and it can't be repaid, so I have to promise myself, there are reasons."

"Let's talk about serious business first," the system said, "Didn't you wonder a while ago, why are the mutant mice and stray cats and dogs in the city invisible?

"Well, yes."

"They've all gathered together. Yang San and the others were attacked by this group of mutant beasts. The only people who escaped in the first district were the people from the small shop yesterday."

"I saw that they were all young and middle-aged," the system said. "You have enough supplies in your hands, so a few more people are beneficial and harmless."

Congliang didn't answer immediately, only said "I think about it", and the system didn't urge her.

She brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth, took the towel handed over by Ding Mao to wipe her mouth, was dragged by Ding Mao to the front of the dining table, took a freshly steamed steamed bun and reached out to tear off the top layer of steamed bun before uncovering it. He opened a small mouth and let Ding Mao's chopsticks hit his fingers.

Congliang was beaten, and he glued the small strip that had just been uncovered back tightly, and brought it to his mouth to open his mouth, but instead of biting, he looked up at Ding Mao.

"Dad," Congliang's tone is seldom so serious, but when the call came out, Ding Mao, who was drinking soup, suddenly choked, turned around and coughed a few times. And the neck became red.

"Don't call me that," Ding Mao sat back, didn't look at Congliang, and drank the porridge with his head snoring, but he took two sips, and when he saw that the opposite Congliang didn't move, he couldn't stop playing the drums again, remembering that the little girl likes to be at any time The flirtatious flirtation, and finally the resigned one added, "If you like it, call it..."

Congliang liked Ding Mao's "pretentiousness" very much, took a bite of the steamed bun, and pushed the plate with green garlic and small peas towards Ding Mao's, "Eat this...husband."

"Crack" accompanied by gasping, Ding Mao covered his mouth and stared at Congliang with tears in his eyes.

"Bite your tongue?" Cong Liang moved his chair over and sat beside Ding Mao, and asked him to open his mouth to show him. He bit a small hole on his tongue and was bleeding.

Congliang couldn't hold back his laughter. The two had discussed how to address each other for several rounds. Ding Mao asked Congliang to call him by his name directly. Congliang disliked the lack of fun and made a bunch of overlapping characters. Ding Mao refused to do anything, and after several consultations, no official result came out.

"Husband's reaction is so big?" Cong Liang lowered his eyes and curled his lips in a pitiful expression, "Are you afraid that others will know about our relationship..."

"No." Ding Mao quickly denied it, his lips moved several times to explain, but he didn't know how to speak, so he repeated dryly, "No."

"Then you call your wife, listen to me!" There was no disobedience from many clouds and sunny days, and brightly looked up at Ding Mao.

"Ya..." Ding Mao originally wanted to call out girl, but seeing Congliang's expectant look, he had to turn around and whispered, "Wife."

Cong Liang giggled for a while, and finally patted his head and remembered the business.

"I can't see the mice and mutant animals on the street anymore," Cong Liang said seriously, "They didn't know how they got together, and the cats, dogs and mice all got along and gathered into a beast swarm."

"It's a bit like the last bird wave. It's impossible to mix species together, and now they're all mixed together, and there is a large-scale attack on people - the first area is gone."

Ding Mao's expression was solemn. Although he had not seen the scene of the last bird tide attack, he was impressed enough just by listening to it, not to mention the magnificent corpses on the ground when the bird tide was withdrawn later.

In a bird wave, the roof on the top floor directly became a garbage dump. People in the second district died, died, injured, and ran. This is just a bird. If cats, dogs and mice that are good at attacking people gather into a tide...

Cong Liang and Ding Mao looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes. The hotel they are living in now has no solid defense, and everyone is a group of old and weak. , then they probably won't survive.

"The first district is gone," Cong Liang said. "The few people they escaped are now with my snake."

"We have enough supplies," Congliang grabbed Ding Mao's hand and rubbed it gently, "I want them to come over, after all, they have encountered the mutant beasts directly and managed to escape, it is better than our eyes being smeared. ."

Congliang looked at Ding Mao's expression carefully, "I know that person he had a holiday with you yesterday," Congliang said, "If you don't want to see him..." You can only let the system go to the two-person world with him.

"That's right," Ding Mao's expression showed no abnormality, and his voice showed no emotion, "I agree to let them come over."

Congliang didn't know yesterday that the man who broke her man's leg was her brother. She could shout and kill, but after confirming that the man was Cong'an from the previous life, she couldn't rush to teach others...

Ding Maoyue looked at him and said nothing, and the more conscience he felt, Ding Mao was really gentle in this life, but she didn't forget that Dabao'er was not a master who could suffer losses. But if she lives under the same roof, her brother can't carry a gun 24 hours a day...

If they fight together, she will pull or not, who will pull? !

When it comes to the urination of the big baby, the system has the most say. It has been brutally murdered by him for two lifetimes. Obviously, he also thought of this. After being silent for so long, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Yang San's bullets were gone during the beast swarm," the system said, "The gun is just a fake handle, and the fog hasn't cleared yet, we'll go over together later, you can take a look at your big treasure. stay..."

Cong Liang: "His name is Yang San in this life?"

System: "Hmm—I found that I was immune to the fog."

"Huh?" Cong Liang was dragged into the house by Ding Mao, and when he heard the system's words, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Really! That's great!"

The system was on the top floor of the hotel at the moment. It was a dance studio. On its lap were Yang San, who had passed out, and several men who were lying on the ground because of inhaling the fog.

What a wonderful place... The system stroked Yang San's forehead and sighed.

The two of them came to the closet twice. They came out sweating. It was almost dark. Yang San put on his pants and was about to run away. Follow yourself upstairs to hide, and by the way complete the "sleep one night" condition for releasing someone.

When I came up, the eyes of the system lit up immediately. What a wonderful place. There are mirrors all around, and the floor is still soft. Seeing the ecstasy kicking off overnight, no one should mention it to a new artificial intelligence. Honesty, isn't that stuff only made by people?

The little mouth was kissed, Yang San just pressed it on the mirror panting, who the **** knew that a few men suddenly rushed out in the dark, surrounded Yang San and called the boss, the system used 100% of the concentration, it didn't work A tail threw these people who suddenly appeared on the wall.

Then a group of big men hugged and cried together, and staged a show in front of it, the 3D stereoscopic version of the aftermath of the catastrophe and the deep brotherhood...

The system knew from their chat that the first district was attacked by the beast horde, and it was gone. There were seven survivors, including Yang San, and they managed to drive to escape. them.

This is an excellent opportunity. Beasts all know that it is powerful to gather together. People must gather together sooner or later. It is better to gather early than late. The system knows that Congliang is leading the second district. Although there are sufficient materials, they are all old Weak, it would not be good if these old men who cried like a bell went over.

What's more, it has now found a way out for the desperate Yang San, so why worry about him after that?

After I briefly talked to a few people, the system planned to contact Congliang, but the building was not tall enough, and the fog filled the air. Then the system found out - it was immune to fog.

This is a shocking piece of good news. Cong Liang was dragged into the private room by Ding Mao, and his face was still full of joy. If the system was not disturbed by the fog, even if there was a beast swarm, their odds of winning would be much better. .

It was still early in the morning, the fog had not cleared outside, and he could not go out after eating. Ding Mao dragged Cong Liang onto the bed.

After breakfast, before the fog cleared up and went out—this period of time was an intimate time for Congliang and Dingmao. It was like an appointment. If you were interested, you would cover the quilt, um, ah, if you were not, it was like this, lying together. chat.

Even if it's a nutritious chat like "Today's steamed buns are a little sour", the words swirl in the ear, and the warm breath of the other party, and then get into each other's ears, all Sweet and a bit rude.

The author has something to say: it's been a bit late for updates recently, sorry, _(:3"∠)_

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