Step on the body of Jingyun

The boy on the tree came down from the tree bit by bit, staring at Bu Busheng with a pair of bright eyes: "Who are you? Why are you here? Go away! Otherwise, mother will punish you!"

Bu Busheng put his hot face on someone else's cold ass|buttocks, and was bored for a while: "Who cares who I am! Who cares to come here! Punish me? Call her if you have the ability!" The boy was caught by his tone He became short of breath, and after a while, he squatted on the ground, grabbed his collar, stroked his chest, and inhaled heavily.

He became anxious step by step: "Hey, hey, what's wrong with you? I... I didn't touch you!" The young man raised his head, looked at him viciously, took his breath away, stood up hastily, and turned back. In the room, the paper door was opened and rattled.The outstretched hand of the attendant at the door withdrew again, and followed him in as if everything was born of nothing.

Bu Busheng spat on the ground: "Bah! A dead chicken! A dog looks down on people! Sooner or later, I will ask my father to pull a team of people to flatten this ghostly place of yours!" He walked away resentfully.

After that day, he often found the sick boy appearing around him. Whenever he turned his head, he saw a piece of clothes hidden in the corner of the wall. Once again, he didn't even have time to hide, and he stumbled with his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot. Maybe he knew it was lost. Big face, eyes staring straight at the ground, refused to get up for a long time.

Bubusheng finally couldn't stand it anymore, because in less than four days, the sick chicken made himself bruised and purple. After the other party fell down again, he couldn't help but help him up and wiped off the dust on his body: "Why are you so stupid! You can't look at the ground!" The boy with a sick chicken blushed, but his whole face became more colorful, "Hey, I didn't expect that you actually look pretty good. Of course, you can't compare with me. !" The sick chicken boy didn't know whether to move him to praise himself or despise his narcissism to this point, but it was rare that he didn't say anything ugly.Since then, however, the two have grown closer.

One day, Bubusheng went to look for the sick chicken boy again, and two grasshoppers were tied to the green grass in his hand, planning to fight him.Who knew that when the paper door was opened, there were two identical sick chicken boys inside the door!Not only the body shape, appearance, temperament, clothing, but even Qiqi's movements of looking at him are the same!

He was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look at the two of them, and walked towards a young man with a slightly yellow face and white lips, and shook the grasshopper in his hand: "Come or not?" The boy straightened his back and shook his head firmly.Bubusheng curled his lips: "Forget it, I'll go play by myself!" Ignoring the other boy next to him, he walked out the door.

As soon as he left, three people walked out of the screen, but they were Jue Xin, Jue Tian and a middle-aged beautiful woman.Jue Xin looked at the young man next to him, his expression condensed: "He still recognized it! You have wasted this month!" The young man lowered his head and trembled all over, but bit his lips hard.But the middle-aged beautiful woman said: "He has done well enough. When we bring him back to Japan, we should find a way to make him pale." Jue Tian said: "That's not easy!" Tiny insects like dust in the air quickly settled on Lian|Chengzhi's body, and within a breath, Lianchengzhi felt itchy all over, his whole body was weak, he couldn't even straighten his back, and his face turned pale and sunken!

The middle-aged beautiful woman seemed to be unable to bear it, she turned around, came to the side of the sick boy, blocked his sight, hugged him, and patted his head.

Juetian looked at the overwhelming hatred in Lian|Chengzhi's eyes, shook his head and said, "If you want to be rich, you have to pay something. Think about what you will get in the future, and you won't be so angry."

The hand of the sick chicken boy was clenched in his sleeve: why should I stand aside and watch others slowly replace me?Just because the body is weak, can't live long?I can not be reconciled!

Bubusheng was lying on the roof, feeling very bored, because his playmate, the sick chicken, seemed to be getting sicker and couldn't even get up from the bed. He had trampled on the ground in such a big place!Boring, boring!

The tiles next to him made a rattling sound from being stepped on, and he knew that it was Lian|Chengzhi who had come.Because in the whole Biezhuang, only he and the sick chicken do not know martial arts. Every time they go to the roof, they can only climb up on the wooden ladder, and then move slowly with trembling legs, unable to walk a foot for a long time.

Lian|Cheng Zhi finally came to him, squatted down, hugged his knees, and said in a low voice: "You haven't been looking for us recently." If he dies, one becomes someone else?" Lian|Cheng Zhi felt uncomfortable: "Don't say that, I'm not..." Bu Busheng waved his hand to interrupt him: "You are nothing? Didn't you do it voluntarily? Come on! You Play tricks, keep yourself playing! Look in the mirror, your eyes are full of flickering, clearly the desire for power."

Lian|Cheng Zhi bitterly said: "...Yes, I admit it, I want it! What's wrong with that? People go to higher places!"

The fire in Bu Busheng's heart became more and more intense, and he vented directly on Lian Chengzhi. He pushed Lian Chengzhi down, and let him roll off the roof. In the end, only two hands were left tightly. Grabbing the narrow eaves, stepped on those hands step by step, and crushed them fiercely: "People go to high places? Humph! Fart! Just rely on you? Wait until they achieve their goal, you weak , A puppet with no power to protect itself, keep wasting food! No matter how much glory and wealth you will enjoy in the future, you will always remember in your heart that you are a beggar! A thief who stole everything from others! "

Lian|Cheng Zhi burst into tears and shouted: "Move your feet! My hand! My hand! Give me a hand! I will fall!" Bu Busheng suddenly felt very boring, His heart was cold, and at this moment he missed Bu Jing so much, he moved his feet away, but he didn't pull him up, he just popped out his ten-fingered hook claws, like a lazy cat, climbed down the roof, and pulled him up. Cheng Zhi stayed where he was, no matter how much he shouted, he didn't look back.

He went to the sick chicken's room, and as soon as he pushed the paper door, he smelled a pungent smell of medicine, as well as overwhelming heat and oppression.He walked to the bed of the sick chicken, and looked at the sick chicken's eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, as if it had died.Bu Busheng suddenly grabbed his withered hand, forced a smile and said, "Sick chicken! Wake up! I'll take you out to play!"

The sick chicken turned its head slowly, and when it saw him, it twitched the corners of its mouth and smiled: "I don't have the strength." Bu Busheng said: "It's okay! Do you want to go out? I'll carry you out!" The sick chicken's eyes gradually brightened It got up, but quickly turned off, and intermittently said: "You...you can't get out by yourself, the door, forget it. Why don't you tell me a story?"

Every step of the way looked straight into his eyes without blinking: "You obviously want to go, then I will let you go! Do you think that until you die on this bed where you have been incontinent countless times, you have never been out of this other place?" Zhuang Damen!" Embarrassment flashed across the sick chicken's face, if it wasn't that he couldn't move, he would definitely want to hit him, but he held Bu Busheng's hand instead: "Okay, I want to go out, now, it's up to you how to take me out !"

Bubusheng wrapped the sick chicken tightly with layers of clothes, carried him on his back, and walked directly to the gate.Sure enough, he was stopped at the gate.Bubusheng sneered, flashed his claws, and the moment he passed the guard, he quickly picked out the tendons and tendons of several people, cut off, tore the limbs, and walked out the door easily, leaving behind a wriggling piece of flesh .

The sick chicken's mouth couldn't even close. He always thought that Bubusheng was just a beauty raised by Juetian, but he didn't expect to have such strength!

Bubusheng's tone was full of complacency: "Sick chicken, do you know how powerful I am? Don't worry, with me covering you, no one can take advantage of us!" The sick chicken habitually retorted: "Hmph, bragging! Apart from other things, can you handle Juexinjuetian?"

Bu Busheng admitted without hesitation: "Except for them. Anyway, don't worry, even if they came here today, we would have already visited all over this place!"

It was getting late when the two went out, and it wasn't a festival, so the street wasn't lively. Bu Busheng wandered around for a while with the sick chicken on his back, and stomped towards the Red Street.On the way, he explained the business of the destination to the sick chicken, and the sick chicken stuttered to death: "You! You...you, no, even, even, no, no, fun on the street, no, no, you can go to that kind of place !"

Step by step: "Hey, you still discriminate against occupations. The flesh and blood business they do is to earn money by themselves. Can you earn money to support yourself?" No.The sick chicken was speechless, and was carried into a brothel with the most luxurious decoration. Looking at the scantily clad girls, his face was as red as blood.

The old bustard doesn't care whether he is young or not, and his behavior is weird or not. As long as he has money, he will be an uncle. He brought the two of them to a private room, promised to ask a few clean girls to accompany him, and then went out to greet the staff with the bank notes given by every step of the way. up.

The sick chicken boy stared at Bu Busheng fiercely: "It's mine!" Bu Busheng rolled his eyes: "You still need it?" him.

After a while, the girls called by the old bustard came, four of them were about the same age as the sick chicken boy, and they didn't have any frivolous behavior. It's just a toast with vegetables, and I didn't say much.

Step by Step was very satisfied, the sick chicken boy was not as restrained as when he first arrived, when the song was over, the player who played the piano and sang the song left, only two people were left to greet them, and the two slowly approached and dawdled , his hands began to walk on Bubusheng and the sick chicken, almost at the same time, Bubusheng and the sick chicken got skin bumps, waved away the two daughters, and sent them away with a reward of some money.

Bubusheng coughed: "Have you learned a lot?" The sick chicken didn't speak.Bubusheng thought he was angry, paused, and said: "The song just now is not good. I don't know what I'm singing, and my teeth are very sore. I'll sing it for you!" He looked at the sick chicken seriously, Open your voice, "Auntie, auntie, mother..." sing a Peking Opera tune at a high octave.

The sick chicken was like Bu Jingyun's first time listening to Bu Jinghun's singing, almost out of his body.After Bubusheng finished his voice, he got to the main topic: "Youth is red in everything, you are the master, if you want rain, you can get wind, and Yuyuelongmen is different... Flying, flying, flying, the people in the world Chasing and chasing, glory and wealth, flying and flying, when will you stop for a rest, can you wish for auspicious nights and auspicious nights, and wish to use your wealth so that the sun never sets..."

The sick chicken thought of himself and cried.Before Bu Busheng could comfort him, the door was opened again, and Jue Xin and Jue Tian came in, so they all knew that it was time to go back.

The sick chicken still died.Before he died, Bu Busheng didn't go to see him, even if Lian Cheng Zhi asked him to go, he didn't go, he said: "The dead man's face is so ugly, why should I go to see him? After seeing it, I still remember the time before the sick chicken It doesn't matter what it looks like! Don't go, don't go!" However, as soon as Lian Chengzhi left, his eyes began to bleed again.

Another playmate left.Why are people so powerless in the face of death?

A few days later, even | Cheng Zhi left, to Dongpu, to be his puppet of wealth.Juetian had a mission to stay in the Central Plains, so he forcibly left Bu Busheng to prevent him from going to Japan to "see the world".Bu Busheng didn't make any movements on the surface, but in his hand, he was pinching the ball of paper that Lian|Cheng Zhi stuffed in his hand while hugging before leaving.

When he returned to the room, he unfolded the ball of paper, and after seeing the content on it, he squeezed it into a ball again, with such force that the ball of paper was directly reduced to fine powder.Only two words were written on that piece of paper: Help me!

Bubusheng gritted his teeth thinking of the eyes of that little beggar who was a little bit proud and a little bit smart.

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