Quickly wear: The host is a frequent visitor to the rule of law column

"Host, let me tell you, this mission is great. I carefully selected it without any difficulty!"

Just entering the mission, 33 was still boasting proudly.

But as soon as Moyou opened his eyes, he felt that he was being picked up, and his feet were swinging in accordance with the man's movements.

"Damn it, I asked you to take care of your brother and this is how you took care of it? How did you become a sister and let Xiaolong suffer such a big wound?"

"Speak, didn't you talk back just now? Now you're mute. I think it's just the old man who got used to it. I'll give you a good beating and nothing will happen to you."

After the man finished speaking, he threw Moyou to the ground.

Only then did Mo You see the surrounding scene clearly. The spacious self-built house in the countryside had ceramic tiles on the floor. It hit the back of her head painfully.

She stretched out her hand, which was small and looked like a child.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Along with the heavy footsteps, Moyou saw the man who had thrown her away before.

He is of medium build and his facial features are fairly straight, but he somehow reveals a bit of wretchedness that makes people frown.

Looking down, the man was holding a bamboo stick that was broken off somewhere.

"...Is such a mission really a good one?"

"Ah?" 33 hurriedly cheered up and hurriedly checked the mission information, "That's wrong! The version I saw before didn't have this paragraph at all!"

"What about the memory?" Moyou continued to ask.

"There is no memory." 33 said guiltily, "The original owner did not set a task, so she did not intend to provide memory..."

33's voice became softer and softer, then suddenly became louder, "But now we don't have to be busy with tasks. The original owner won't come back. You can do anything with her identity."

"Oh." Moyou responded without interest. In fact, she quite liked doing tasks.

The thought of those people falling into her hands made her tremble with excitement.

However, as she looked at the bamboo sticks close at hand, it was obvious that she was going to suffer.

The bamboo sticks were pulled down with a sound of breaking through the air, and Moyou lay motionless on the ground, letting the man beat him.

But her indifferent look seemed to arouse the man's anger, and the spanking became more and more intense.

33 was spinning around anxiously, but this world restricted it, "Why don't you hide? Host, please resist quickly, this beating hurts so much!"

Mo You didn't even raise his eyelids, and said lazily, "With my small body, I can't hide or hit, so why bother with that?"

Although he had known that the host had this personality, 33 still couldn't help but get angry sometimes, such as now.

About ten minutes later, another woman walked in from outside, holding a boy in her arms.

At this time, the man was no longer satisfied with using bamboo sticks. He began to use fists and kicks. The girl was kicked around like a rag.

The woman sat on the chair opposite her without looking away, coaxing the boy in her arms with a gentle voice.

The man's insults were mixed with her comforting sounds, and for a moment Mo You didn't know which side to listen to.

When the child in her arms stopped crying, the woman said compassionately, "Okay, okay, don't hit her. If it breaks her, she will have another reason to be lazy."

This sentence was said to the man. As soon as she said the man, she stopped immediately.

"Xu Pan'er, don't pretend to be dead and get up to cook! You don't even know what time it is, you want to starve your brother to death!" she yelled at Mo You.

Mo You stood up tremblingly and looked around confusedly. When he saw a place that looked like a kitchen, he held his stomach and walked over.

This beast is really not easy to attack.

She glanced at her arm from the corner of her eye. Although there was no bleeding, it was red and swollen from the beating, as if the skin would break if she rubbed it lightly.

"Walk faster!" The man kicked her behind, and Mo You stumbled forward twice before stabilizing her body.

She reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth and continued walking to the kitchen.

The kitchen, she loved the kitchen the most, as if she could even see the cold-gleaming kitchen knife.

There is no mission anyway, she is still a child anyway, so it doesn't matter how much trouble she makes.

The corners of Moyou's mouth widened unconsciously.

Finally she walked to the kitchen, and as she wished, she touched the kitchen knife she had not seen for a long time. After a few gestures, she finally chose a lighter one.

She picked up the kitchen knife, put her hands behind her back, and walked slowly towards the living room.

Pan'er, Pan'er, this name really doesn't sound good.

Both men and women were playing with their phones with their heads down, and the child who had been held by the woman was lying on the ground in boredom, crushing bugs.

Mo You sneered disdainfully, and the two of them said that this was how she raised her children?

She rolled her eyes and looked up and down at this so-called "younger brother".

He looked four or five years old, covered in fat and dirty, like a pig that had just rolled in the mud.

The little boy raised his head and met her gaze, his eyes lit up, and he ran over on his hands and knees, "Xu Pan'er, what are you doing running out here! Cook quickly, I want to eat braised pork today."

He is fat and dark, and at first glance he looks like a black ball rolling over.

Mo You frowned and dodged his first attack, and when he was about to do it again, she stepped on him.

This kid's mind is not simple. If the impact just now was real, her small body would fall directly to the ground.

As the sound of his head hitting the ground was heard, the little fat man howled at the top of his lungs.

"Whoa, ah, ah, mom! My sister hit me...oooo."

The two people who were still checking their phones immediately looked over.

Mo You simply squatted on the little fat man, pinched his neck with one hand, and showed the kitchen knife with the other hand, and discussed with the two of them with a smile.

"I don't want to work, and I don't want to take care of my brother."

"It's against you! Just open the dragon, or I'll make you look good!" The man was the first to get angry, and his triangular eyes almost turned into parallelograms.

The woman was so anxious that she walked over directly, "Why are you talking to her so much!"

She stretched out her hand to push Mo You away, but she was sure that nothing would happen to Mo You even if he took the knife.

Unfortunately, it won't go as she wishes this time.

As the hand stretched out, Mo You slashed it down. The woman retracted her hand in time, and the knife struck a place not far from the fat man's head, making a harsh sound.

The woman clenched her hands in shock and took two steps back unconsciously.

"Mom?" Moyou called tentatively, but the woman did not refute.

"Mom, if my brother dies, will I not be beaten for not taking good care of him?"

The little fat man lay on the cold floor, shivering inexplicably.

He whispered, "Sister..."

"No, no, Pan'er, don't be impulsive, don't...ahhhhh!" The woman panicked and wanted to persuade Moyou, but her previously well-behaved daughter showed a weird smile.

Then like crazy, he slashed with the knife quickly.

The sound of the collision of knives and tiles was mixed with the screams of the woman and the little fat man.