MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 99 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

The fourth time, Ding Mao was stuffed in the blanket. He couldn't tell whether the feeling in his heart was painful numbness or simple numbness. The overwhelming birdsong outside could not suppress the buzzing in his head.

Running back from the flock of birds from Liang Wing, he opened the sheet curtain, and instead of Ding Mao, he saw a dense number of birds, covering a human figure, constantly pecking and biting.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she flashed past the person whose skull was just pecked by the birds. She almost went crazy on the spot. With one tug, most of the birds were wrapped in the quilt and rolled out of the iron cylinder.

Without the cover of the quilt, Congliang's entire back and even the top of her head were instantly covered with birds. She couldn't feel the pain. If a bird hadn't fallen on her head, it would have pecked her eyes, and she would have pecked her on the side of the face. , She couldn't even smell the smell of blood, she just stared straight at the blanket that was pecked with dense holes under the flock of birds.

Congliang looked at the human figure under the blanket, and didn't even dare to think that it was her late return, what kind of scene she would see, blood flowing down the top of her head, like the cold sweat that she almost knelt down when she was afraid.

He waved down the bird that was perseveringly trying to peck her head open, drove out a few scattered birds in the iron cylinder, and pulled up the broken quilt to cover the mouth of the iron cylinder, isolating the flock of birds.

The clothes on her back were pecked and stained with a little blood, but Cong Liang didn't even touch it. He couldn't wait to get into the iron cylinder and lifted the pecked messy blanket to see Ding Mao lying there motionless. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly saw smoke from the seven orifices.

"You **** want to scare me to death..." Cong Liang's voice trembled, grabbing Ding Mao's shoulders, pulling him up and shaking, "Are you dead? You can't move your legs and your hands are disabled? Just rely on this. A blanket, if I come back later, do you want to be bird food?!"

Ding Mao was shaken twice, and suddenly grabbed Congliang's hand tightly, his eyes were filled with tiny bloodshots, and he didn't speak, just stared at Congliang like that.

Congliang made him stare like this, and he couldn't take it anymore. Although he was still very angry, Ding Mao was lying there and gave himself up, and he couldn't say a word of reproach when he saw Ding Mao's blood-red eyes.

Is it a fever and lack of energy?

"...Are you still burning?" Cong Liang approached Ding Mao and wanted to use his forehead to test Ding Mao's temperature, but as soon as he moved his neck, he braked suddenly, coughed in disguise, and raised his hand to touch Ding Mao's. After touching his forehead, he quickly touched his own to feel the temperature difference.

"It's not burning, are you dizzy? Or are you..."

Ding Mao suddenly grabbed Cong Liang, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. Cong Liang's messy hair, which had been pecked and scratched by birds, was pulled out from the rubber band, like a mad woman. She opened her mouth slightly, His face full of surprise and his hands that had nowhere to rest felt Ding Mao's shoulders trembling slightly, and he finally realized what happened to Ding Mao with hindsight.

"...I said that I will follow you in my life." Congliang also hugged Ding Mao slowly. This hug was too hard to come by. In the future, if you want to be an honest girl, this kind of welfare is not good. Touch, Cong Liang's hug is extremely cherished.

Ding Mao gave a low "um", his voice was a bit out of tune, Congliang exaggeratedly opened his mouth where Ding Mao couldn't see, Ding Mao lost his temper for a while, then let go of Congliang, his eyes were still red, I couldn't tell if I was crying, or if the out of tune just now was an illusion of Congliang.

A warm hand caressed Congliang's head, she shrank her neck slightly, and just wanted to rub it twice as comfortably as a cat, but Ding Mao's loving face burned her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, and her internal organs were under the care of "old father". The blood was pouring into the river, and Congliang felt that if she lay down now, there would be poignant red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Enduring the internal injury, Cong Liang Zong smiled and squinted, and pretended to enjoy Ding Mao's warm hand gently smoothing on top of her head. She was very glad that she was useless. No matter how throbbing her heart was, others couldn't see it.

After the two people's intense emotions were over, the atmosphere became more and more embarrassing. Although the cylinder was not small, the two big living people couldn't avoid touching each other while sitting. Cong Liang wanted to move, but deliberately kept a distance. It would only be more embarrassing to hold back, the birds outside were still chirping, but the sound of each other's breathing could be heard between the two.

The opening of the cylinder blocked the quilt, and the light inside was dim. Congliang knew what was going on with him, and when he was with Da Baoer, he would inevitably be full of various kinds of fertilizers, thinking about Ding Mao's firm and muscular body, and thinking about her grasping this morning. The touch in her hand... Now that people are still within her reach, her breathing can't be controlled and is a little scattered.

But Ding Mao's breathing was obviously not quite right. Congliang took advantage of the gap between the broken hair in his ear and looked up. The scar on Ding Mao's right face was facing her. She had read it carefully when Ding Mao was in a coma. She doesn't feel ugly at all, Ding Mao has a kind of gentle temperament, neutralizing the slightly hideous scars on his face, and when he doesn't stare and get angry, he still gives people a very gentle feeling...

"What are you looking at?" Ding Mao turned around abruptly and asked, only then did Congliang realize that she had been staring at Ding Mao, she was fascinated, and quickly lowered her head and scratched her numb scalp. The panic of grabbing the package.

He hesitated: "Ah...you, listen to the outside, isn't the voice...low?" Cong Liang forcibly pulled the topic away.

Ding Mao glanced at Congliang and said nothing, as if he had deliberately demolished the platform. There were two sharp and long bird calls outside, and then the birds seemed to hear the call, and suddenly all the birds chirped in unison.

Cong Liang: "…"

Ding Mao: "…"

It's sharp, messy, and uneven, with no beauty at all. It's very urge to urinate, followed by the flapping sound of flapping wings.

The interruption was timely, Cong Liang hurriedly moved to the edge of the cylinder, lifted a corner of the quilt, and looked at the birds.

"They're gone!" Cong Liang turned around and reported to Ding Mao, "It's quite orderly..."

It's not like the madness when they came. Although the birds did not line up for a while, they line up in one line for a while, but they were divided into batches. Except for those who broke their arms or were injured and couldn't walk, after a while, the roof was dark. The cover was gradually removed, leaving only some disabled people struggling and screaming on the ground in vain, and some corpses killed by the crowd.

Cong Liang lifted the quilt that blocked the iron cylinder and climbed out, standing on a messy rooftop, sighing, the bird carcasses could be cleaned up, but most of the plastic tents were torn apart and could no longer keep out the wind and rain, and this time the birds flocked The sudden attack came without warning, and no one knew when there would be the next one, and the rooftop would not be able to stay.

Ding Mao also rubbed out of the iron cylinder, holding on to the edge of the cylinder, trying to exert force with his feet, holding on to his determination that if one leg was disabled, one leg would be able to jump on his own. He is a big man, absolutely. I don't want to drag Congliang anymore.

But he didn't realize it. His legs that couldn't touch the ground a day ago could barely support him to stand up. Ding Mao was overjoyed. According to the gunshot wound and the degree of infection he had at the time, it was impossible to heal so quickly. Could it be yesterday? A cool ointment at night? It's amazing too...

"Hey, hey!" Cong Liangyi looked back at Ding Mao standing beside the iron cylinder, and immediately turned around and pressed him down to sit down, "Why did you stand up!"

Ding Mao was still happy, her legs were fine, and she looked up at Congliang with bright eyes. Congliang knew the effect of the repair gel. This was still used on non-traversers. If it was used on her, the injury would have been healed long ago.

"Don't stand up," Cong Liang was afraid that Ding Mao would ask her about the medicine, but seeing Ding Mao looking very happy, he was not willing to scare him, "Don't stand up in a hurry, you don't hurt because the medicine has pain relief. The effect, stand blindly, the wound is torn again."

"Yeah." Ding Mao nodded, looking down to untie the cloth on the wound, but was held down by Cong Liang. "Don't be blind... so many birds!" Cong Liang casually said nonsense, "I got another bacterial infection..." The wound was almost healed, and it was revealed at first sight.

"What kind of medicine did you give me?" Ding Mao asked Congliang: "In the future, find some to prepare."

"No, no trademark, who knows the name."

Ding Mao raised his head and glanced at Congliang, as if he was questioning Congliang, did he use the trademark without it?

Cong Liang rubbed his forehead, "There's a pharmacy... a place where you put the safe, where the wound medicine, the wound medicine is written."

Fortunately, Ding Mao didn't ask any further questions, "I have to find a new place." Ding Mao said, looking at the mess on the rooftop.

"I'll go down and have a look first," Cong Liang glanced at the sky, "I'll definitely be able to find something new..."

Ding Mao raised his head and stared at Congliang, who was stunned by the stare, "What's the matter?" It took a while to react.

"Ah, ah, ah... I know, now," Congliang suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Let's go down and have a look together, shall I hug you?"

Ding Mao still stared at her.

Congliang smiled and rubbed his face, especially wanting to kiss Ding Mao's eyes, and staring at people was so good-looking, so he couldn't hold back, "I'll help you go down and have a look, okay, ancestor?"

The tone of this sentence is too serious, and the flirtation means that you can't even think about it. Cong Liang saw Ding Mao's eyes burst into disbelief again, and he wanted to slap his mouth on the spot— This is dad!

It's daddy, it's daddy, it's daddy, it's daddy! !

Congliang rubbed his fingers in frustration, bent over and lowered his head to support Ding Mao's arm, "...Dad, I'll help you go down and have a look."

Ding Mao's eyes were about to fall out of his eyes when he heard the words, and he threw away Congliang's hand, "I'm not your father."

Congliang simply didn't know what was wrong with him. Ding Mao had always regarded her as a "daughter" and was still unhappy about how he called his father. Could it be that he had to be on his knees to be loyal?

Ding Mao didn't stand up for many days, and his leg injury was not completely healed. After throwing away Congliang, he stumbled forward. Congliang really wanted to kneel.

But he still quickly hugged Ding Mao, who was about to fall, from behind, "Ding Mao, father, fifth uncle, brother, living ancestor." Cong Liang hugged Ding Mao's waist, and buried his face on his back. The voice was a little dull, "Don't be angry, did you say it? What do you want me to call you?"

The messy rooftops, the plastic garbage dumps fluttering in the wind, the smell of blood remains in the air, the half-dead birds are still flapping half of their wings, and Ding Mao looked down at him, hugging him around his waist. With his little hands that were dry and blood-stained, the breath that penetrated through the thin fabric on his back burned a big hole in his back. He heard something in his body crack and crack open. Invisible gap.

The author has something to say: Cong Liang: Dad.

Ding Mao: Stare.

Cong Liang: Fifth uncle?

Ding Mao: Shen face.

Congliang: System system, you **** think of a trick for me, I can't handle this monster.

System: call baby.

Cong Liang: Baby ~ Xiao Fangfang.

The system is full of chills: Get rough! I mean you can just call him baby!

Congliang suddenly realized MMP: I just got used to the role of a girl.