When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Losing his freedom, Bian Shao didn't talk to the youth at first, but insisted that he couldn't bear it every day.

After all, the young man treated him too well, treated him like a useless person, almost made him open his mouth for food, stretch out his hands for clothes, even when he got up from bed, the young man raised his hands and legs, put on his clothes and brushed his teeth.

Life is better than Bian Shao's life as the young master of the Bian family.

But the young man is gentle and considerate, but he is too stubborn. Looking at him, his black eyes are like ink, extremely deep.

When he didn't speak, the young man leaned over to talk to him, and when he lost his temper and cursed, the young man looked at him quietly.

Bian Shao grew up in a good environment, and your son only had a few words to swear, which is not as good as those gangsters on the streets of Angang District.

In short, his cursing is very cute in the eyes of young people.

Bian Shao was tired of scolding, but he was honest.

In the morning, the young man got up to go to University A, but he didn't bother to go with him, he just yawned and turned over and continued to sleep.

Xiao An sat by the bed, straightened his clothes, and turned to look at the boy.

The sun shines on the bed, and the years are quiet on their bodies.Xiao An knew that Bian Shao was too soft-hearted, so he relaxed his vigilance and accepted his despicableness.

But Xiao An is still dissatisfied, like a person who has never tasted joy and will not be attached to the sun. It was Bian Shao who dragged him out of the darkness and turned him into a monster who only cared about taking.

There was no sound around me, no footsteps.

Bian Shao closed his eyes and raised his head as if feeling something: "Why don't you leave?"

The people around me didn't speak.

Bian Shao was dazed and continued to sleep, as if someone came over in a daze and touched his forehead with moist and warm temperature.

Not long after, he was awakened by the knocking on the window.

The window panes were cracked like spider webs.People outside continued to throw stones inside.

Bian Shao was startled, turned over and got out of bed, quickly moved away, and hid outside the door.

A familiar yet unfamiliar young man's face was pressed against the glass, as if trying to see him clearly.

Bian Shao saw the young man's hair from a distance——

Purple hair!

In an instant, his heart hanging in his throat fell to the ground a little bit, and he wanted to go over and say a few words, but he didn't dare.

As time goes by, the dragon-slaying boy will eventually become a dragon. Who knows if a simple and shy boy will change.

What's more, Bian Shao's memory of being immobilized by the drunk Zimao clutching his ankle a few days ago is particularly deep.

"Bian Bian, do you remember me? I'll save you."

Zimao didn't understand his entanglement and was still calling him.

For a moment, Bian Shao still chose to have hope in human nature. He walked over and opened the window, and helped the person who was wet in the rain up.

His warm palm fell on the purple-haired arm, and the other party shrank unconsciously. After the impulse faded, he became uneasy and looked at him in fear.

Bian Shao didn't understand, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you a ghost?" Zi Mao asked him cautiously, "Can you eat people?"

Bian Shao: ...

Coming back from the dead and becoming younger is pretty inhuman.

But you are the ghost!

I didn't expect the purple-haired boy to grow up and become a young man, which is still a bit silly.

With a teasing smile, he pursed his lips and pretended to be serious, and nodded: "Yes, I am a ghost and cannibal, so are you going to ask the master to accept me?"

"Ah, really?" Zimao stepped back in a panic, looking terrified.

Bian Shao was not going to tease him anymore, he was about to talk about something serious and asked Zi Mao to rescue him, but unexpectedly the young Zi Mao mustered up his courage and reached out to grab his sleeve.

Rainwater mixed with dirt in his palms.

Bian Shao evaded without a trace, and saw Zimao on the opposite side lowered his head, as if begging him: "I'll eat it for you, don't eat others, okay?"

"...Pfft." Bian Shao couldn't hold back, covered his face and laughed.

The purple-haired youth showed an expression of being deceived, and became angry from embarrassment: "You lied to me!"

"Okay." Bian Shao waved his hand, "Actually, I'm not a ghost, I'm—"

The purple-haired youth stared at him curiously.

"I am Rapunzel waiting for the prince to rescue me in the tall building," Bian Shao said earnestly, "So my dear Prince, please take me away now."

The purple-haired youth froze for a moment, and his face immediately turned red.

"Okay, okay." He hesitated and was about to pick the lock, but stopped when he thought of something.

He turned his head, his face was flushed, and his expression was serious.

"I found the murderer."

The playful smile on Bian Shao's face gradually froze.

He seemed to have been ignoring which bastard stabbed him to death.

Others help him remember, such as Zimao and Xiao An, they are still looking for the escaped murderer.

Xiao An was especially serious.

In bed these few days, although the black-haired young man tried his best to restrain himself, Bian Shao would still be woken up by the exclamation beside him.

The black-haired young man woke up from a nightmare, gasping for breath, hugging his back in shortness of breath, calling his name, as if he was afraid that he would not wake up like he was lying in a small clinic a few years ago.

In fact, Bian Shao quickly appeased him.

After all, Bian Shao was woken up, so he lowered his head and looked at Xiao An's snorting fingers, groaning.

Xiao An waved his arms, but he couldn't shake his head.Ahem... off topic.

Anyway, after Bian Shao thought about it, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and now that he is back, he has to pay back the debt.

Seeing the purple-haired young man muttering about killing the murderer, Bian Shao rubbed his head: "Where is he?"

"It's nearby. I just recognized him in the bar. He was very drunk. I could have kicked him to death, but there are many gangsters around him..."

Zimao explained that the door lock had almost been pried by him. He didn't hesitate, fearing that Xiao An's guy would come back suddenly, he dragged Bian Shao down the stairs, drenched in the rain, and went to a familiar simple bar.

The broken hair on Bian Shao's forehead was drenched by the rain, and he pushed it away with great effort, so that his vision became clear.

He couldn't help but think that Zimao is too rough a guy. If the black-haired young man with a cleanliness obsession is around, he must wear a raincoat and rain shoes and hold an umbrella to ensure that no rain will fall on him.

So preoccupied, Zimao turned his head again, pretending to be indifferent, and said: "Look, he's right there."

Bian Shao looked in the direction of his finger, and found that the man was dressed in black, surrounded by some people who looked like killers, all of them were street sneakers.

Those young people looked tall and tall, and their faces were somewhat familiar.

"Why do I feel like I've seen them before?" Bian Shao lowered his voice and said softly.

"Because they are the gangsters who bullied you. Later, our seven brothers came to rescue you and punished them severely."

who is the murderer

Bian Shao looked hard at the gangsters, trying to see who killed him and fled for several years.

At that time, the light in the bar was too dark, and the group of demons danced wildly and messily. He couldn't see the murderer's face clearly, but he could only see that the murderer was dressed in black and had a hood on.It's aggrieved to think so, Bian Shao doesn't even know who killed him.

But the purple-haired youth saw it clearly, the man in black suddenly jumped up and came towards him with a knife.

Thus happened a scene that the purple-haired young man will never forget in his life. The man in black flashed a knife in his hand, and everyone around him fled in all directions because of the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. Only the peach-eyed youth beside him didn't even want to stop in front of him.

Bian Shao is very thin, and sometimes if he is too poor, he will be disliked by others. At that moment, Zimao realized that he was actually very tall, almost blocking all of Zimao's sight.

He changed from being unrestrained, and said to the people behind him in a low voice: "Don't look."

When you are young, you should not meet too amazing people.This sentence is true.

Zimao was really moved at that moment, and he could never forget him again.

...

"So who is the murderer?" Bian Shao untimely broke the atmosphere of silence between the two.

The purple-haired youth came back to his senses, lowered his head to hide the red tips of his ears.

Seeing that Bian Shao was still in a daze, the purple-haired young man was a little embarrassed, but he could only say bluntly: "The murderer is the gangster boss who you kicked Xiao Que'er."

Bian Shao: "...!"

Bian Shao began to think about the possibility of the murderer "revenge and kill because the second child was kicked and injured".

But no matter how you think about it, it feels outrageous.

Thinking of something, he thought about it: "He was holding a knife at the time, and he was clearly heading towards you, and he was still saying something..."

What he said, he forgot, the situation was urgent at that time, blood gushed out of his abdomen, and he only felt pain.

"Find a young man with studs on his ears... and kill the young men around him..." Zimao continued his words at the right time.

"You remember it very clearly." Bian Shao was surprised.

Because he has nightmares about that night every day.

These words were too heavy, Zimao still swallowed the words in his stomach.

"That's why he went after you." Bian Shao frowned, "You were on the street all those years..."

There are times when people get lost.

He changed the euphemism: "While wandering the streets, make a feud"

The purple-haired youth shook his head: "No, that bastard, I haven't seen him before."

so why is he muttering that

The combined IQ of the two of them seemed insufficient. After thinking in silence for a while, they simply gave up thinking about it, and just secretly watched the black-clothed bastard who was drinking and laughing in the corner.

And late at night, before you know it, it's more than ten o'clock in the middle of the night. Bian Shao takes out his mobile phone to look at it from time to time, and he feels a little uneasy in his heart. The black-haired young man went back to the rental house and found no one...

Fearing that Xiao An would come after him, Bian Shao knocked him out and took him back, then locked him at home, making him a "treasure" to be treasured for the rest of his life.

Although this conjecture is too cruel, Xiao An is really weird recently.

After thinking about it, he chose to call the police, explained briefly about the fugitives in the bar, and waited anxiously for them to come.

Unexpectedly, the gangster in black finished his drink early and walked out of the bar drunk.

When Bian Shao didn't know what to do, a hand beside him tightly grabbed his wrist, dragged him, and chased him out.

"We have to follow him." The purple-haired youth said as he ran, "He has been on the run for so many years, and he must have no fixed place. If we let him escape this time, we don't know when we can catch him!"

Bian Shao was very relieved.

He was killed once, and he was also killed out of the shadows.

I didn't expect that this man would chase after the murderer again after he came alive.

They held their breath and hid in the dark, watching the black-clothed gangster lower the brim of his hat, and sneaked into a remote and dark alley.

At this moment, Bian Shao heard Zimao beside him talking to himself: "It's strange, why did you come near my house?"

There are even stranger ones.

The gangster in black suddenly stopped at the door of a low room, took out his mobile phone and made a call. Not long after, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman in a white nurse uniform.

The middle-aged woman was impatient, she took out the black bag from her pocket and handed it to him, and said the standard cannon fodder lines: "The young master said, let you stay well, and don't attack Xiao An... soon, the boss People will arrange for people to send you out of the country to start a new life in a place where no one knows."

"That's all." The gangster in black flipped through the black bag and frowned, "I killed someone for the young master, so just give me this to send off the beggar."

The woman glared at him: "Who told you to kill the wrong person? If it wasn't for the fact that the dead young man was a gangster with an unknown origin, this matter cannot be suppressed. You will have to go to jail now!"

The gangster in black pouted, so he stopped complaining.

...

Bian Shao and the purple-haired youth listened to everything in silence, half shocked and half puzzled.

"Slap." The can fell to the ground.

Bian Shao turned his head and found that the purple-haired young man was in a daze, he didn't care about dropping the drink in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the woman in nurse uniform.

they know

Bian Shao didn't have time to think, he patted the shoulder of the person next to him hard, trying to bring people back to his senses, he hurriedly shouted: "Run!"

Almost instantly, a man and a woman standing at the door turned their heads in panic when they heard the sound, and the gangster in black even took out a knife with a cold light from his cuff.

They are exposed.

No matter how fast they react, they can't run away from a Lianjiazi who has been hanging out on the streets all year round, even if the other party has been drinking.

The two of them were pressed against the dirty wall one by one by the black-clothed gangster.

The blades were pressed against their faces.

Bian Shao's back was pressed against the wall, trembling uncontrollably.

He still remembered that when the tip of the knife pierced his abdomen, it was cold at first, and then the pain was densely entwined along the flesh.

at the same time.

At a close distance, they could see clearly the face of this black-clothed gangster, with a Chinese character face, dark and rough skin, and two eyes that looked like skeletons, shining a cold light in the darkness.

The murderer with a fierce face actually chuckled softly, "Who do you think will die first?"

Bian Shao was silent.

He was pressed against the knife and couldn't move, and he couldn't see the purple-haired young man beside him, who was frightened and motionless, like a quail.

The people around him don't speak, and Bian Shao can guess what's going on, so he can only bite the bullet and answer: "...Forget it, we are not black households, and it will not be so easy to deal with after we are killed."

murderer:……

Bian Shao continued his efforts: "Look at me, my skin is smooth and white, and I look luxurious. Am I from Angang District?"

Have you ever boasted so much about yourself?

As soon as the words came out, the murderer was speechless, but then he set his sights on this articulate young man seriously. The young man was indeed not an ordinary person, and his skin did not seem to be raised in Angang District.

It looked inexplicably familiar.

The murderer shook his head. If he killed someone outside, things would not be so simple.

Just at that moment, there was an exclamation from behind, and the nurse stumbled over and said anxiously, "Let go of my son!"

With all her strength, she pulled the murderer's hand away from the purple-haired young man's neck, and then slammed Zimao on the head: "What are you doing here!"

"Then why did you get involved with the murderer?"

The mother and son quarreled, and the murderer got impatient and put down the point of the knife: "Why didn't you say it was your own?"

Bian Shao was stunned for a moment, and immediately backed up a few steps after he regained his freedom. He was still about to maneuver, but he heard the sound of police sirens behind him, piercing the long night.

"You're kidding me!" The murderer was furious instantly, and pulled Bian Shao back with the knife to his throat.

The purple-haired young man hurriedly ran over to save him, but his mother held his hand tightly: "It's dangerous, don't go."

The purple-haired young man would not listen to him breaking free, his eyes were red and he rushed over. He has been drunk and dreamed all these years, and now the person in his dream is back...

Seeing that he really didn't listen, the nurse said coldly behind him: "I'm an accomplice, are you going to send your mother to jail?"

The purple-haired youth stopped abruptly.

He is a single-parent family, and his mother was everything in his childhood.

He can't be unfilial, and he can't send his mother to jail.

and so……

Bian Shao seemed to sense something, looked at Zimao, blinked, and gradually realized a fact——

He was given up.

The author has something to say:

Bian Bian: Heh.