MTL - Qizi-Chapter 10 Promise

"Hurricane! Hurricane, wait a minute!"

The hurricane stopped helplessly. How did he not find this guy so entangled?

When the hurricane was in front of the wind, Ling Xiao chased after him in the back. Now that the two people are really face to face, Ling Xiao does not know what to say.

"Do you have anything to do?" The hurricane bluntly asked, and the subtext was to go if it was okay.

Ling Xiao gnawed his teeth. "Have you registered with the shackles?"

Hurricane Emei, "Register?"

"That is, in the doctor Yao, register the adult ceremony, you know."

He said vaguely, the hurricane did not understand.

"I do not know."

"Isn't it registered?" Ling Xiao's spirit was a lot better. "So how do I see you two coming out of the hospital building today?"

"You follow me?"

"Can't I accidentally run into it?"

"Can we not accidentally run into it?"

Ling Xiao whispered, "You are unintentional, he is not unintentional, it is hard to say."

I don’t know if I heard it or I didn’t understand it. In short, I ignored it. “You want to ask this when you chase it?”

"I can't ask if you ask," Ling Xiao tried to hide his nose. "Hey, have you tried it with you?"

"try what?"

"Just," Ling Xiao scored a finger-cutting action. "The last time."

This time the hurricane will suddenly become clear, "No."

Ling Xiao feels refreshed x2, "Why not try?"

“Do I have to try it with everyone?”

"No, how can you find a past life partner? I am afraid that if you see a test, you can't find blood," Ling Xiao said with a little gloating.

"Are you finished?"

"Eh?

"In fact, you are so much in the east, it is nothing more than an end."

"what?"

"In fact, you have no money to eat."

"I……"

"If you want to borrow money, you can say it directly, you don't have to keep turning around."

Ling Xiaoyi, the stomach seems to be really right.

No, here is the Internet. How can the spirit body be hungry? Ling Xiao looked down in a depressed mood. In reality, he did not eat for a day, but how could the hurricane know?

"Don't think I don't know. I saw it when I last card. If you don't have money, don't do it."

"Who said," Ling Xiao refused to fight back. "I have a good relationship. Some people can eat rice, and they don't bother you."

In fact, he used a variety of excuses to sneak a few days in the screen and the shackles, which is not very interesting.

"Is it," said the hurricane, "If you have nothing, please don't follow me."

Ling Xiao was standing in the same place, watching the hurricane go away and eventually disappeared into the field of vision.

Isn't there a few dollars? What's so great, I don't earn it myself... Ling Xiao is constantly in the belly, in order to save the cost of living, I usually want to eat the energy bread of the Gu Gu brand, this kind of bread is cheap and hungry, so Money will not stay in the card, it must be.

Ling Xiao’s brain filled the hurricane of energy bread and retired from the Internet. When he blinked, he saw that the light of the transmitter was bright.

When the light is on, it means that there is something inside. Thanks to the network technology, any goods purchased online will be shipped through the conveyor. The last time the locker gave the hurricane unlocker, it is also used to convert it to reality.

But Ling Xiaoming did not bring anything out, nor could he buy it by card. Why is the light of the conveyor device bright? Is it a screen or a slap? Sometimes between the three of them will buy something directly to the other party's address, but what will it be?

With a mist of water, Ling Xiao opened the conveyor, which is actually a whole box of energy-energy bread.

Ling Xiao had a half-day embarrassment in the face of this big gift from the sky. He knew that there were only two people who couldn’t afford to eat rice on the card, and obviously the person who did this kind of thing could not be a money-filled sleeper.

He took out one of the bags with a complex mood and was paralyzed on the spot.

It is actually a strawberry-flavored energy pack. The pink packaging is shy from the inside out. It is also printed with a little girl wearing a magical costume... This is simply for the girl to eat. Is the hurricane you deliberately playing me? ?

Although he thought so, he still hesitated to unpack the package, smell it, and take another bite.

Half an hour later, Ling Xiao was lying on the bed with a satisfied stomach, throwing a dry bag around him, and the little girl wearing a pink dress on the bag smiled.

Sure enough, when people are hungry, what is delicious is delicious... Ling Xiao thought.

***

Woke up the next day, Ling Xiao spirits, energy packs are very hungry, did not increase hunger after a night, visually enough to replace the consumption of a day, and the amount of hurricane bought him just enough to maintain the next living expenses day.

I can think of the following things every day, and Ling Xiao feels a little worried.

He set off for the classroom and met two 12th grade seniors on the way, as if he was bullying someone.

It’s not right to bully too much, to bully it, especially when Ling Xiao finds that the person who was blocked is still his classmate, he can’t sit still.

"Hey," the twelve sophomores of the two short-selling colleges heard someone shouting at the side without knowing each other. They turned their heads impatiently and enjoyed it.

"Hey, isn't that the one you look at," said the slightly taller man on the right with a melody.

"It seems that we really have a fate," said the one on the left. "Unfortunately, he is still not familiar with it, wasting this great opportunity."

The two of them laughed a little, and Ling Xiao couldn’t understand a word they said. He bent his knees and took a leap. He stepped on the shoulders of two people and easily fell on his classmates. By the side.

"Hey, you're fine," he said, although he came to help him, but instinctively did not like this person, the tone is not too friendly.

The most unwelcome favor of the squatting is Ling Xiao. He also has innate hostility towards his predecessors, so even though he is in danger, he secretly blames him for his nosy.

"I'm fine," he said, and he didn't want to lose to Ling Xiao in the momentum, and the two seniors on the opposite side were obviously annoyed by Ling Xiao's rude behavior.

“Primary school, has anyone taught you to respect the seniors?”

Ling Xiao ignored them and continued to ask questions. "What happened? Why are they bothering you?"

"You ask him," the high schoolmaster pre-emptively opened. "We didn't provoke him at all. It was his own sudden rushing out to provoke. Is this something weird?"

"Yes," said the short-term seniors. "You have to manage your classmates first."

"Do you still have a face to say?" Step by step, indignantly stepping forward, "Who was just yin and yang, said that there is no eye in the same class, the tenth grade students will soon wake up, and they still do not understand anything. Want to take the blood of your heart?"

"What are you talking about?" The taller raised his neck. "Do we have to say you? It is not rare for you to kneel down and ask me to bite you."

"You didn't say me, but the idea of ​​a hurricane didn't work either!"

"Hurricane?" Ling Xiao listened to it for a long time and could understand it. "Do these two people actually dare to fight the hurricane?"

I didn’t speak up, and Ling Xiao combined with the context, and got a worse understanding. “I won’t have me here?”

The short smile said, "I don't want to fight with you now. When you wake up, I promise to come to love you the first time."

"Rely," Ling Xiao said that he was so embarrassed by such a disgusting person, and he wanted to vomit. "You don't have to wait so long, I will love you now."

The last word fell, and the short abdomen had taken two punches in turn, and he didn't even see how the other shot was. He panicked and regained his hand, and the tall man quickly joined the battle. Ling Xiao was the leader of the close combat in the tenth grade, even if he did not fall to the upper two seniors.

Although Ling Xiao’s strength is very strong, after all, the other party is two people. No one has taken up the cheap for dozens of rounds. The seniors’ faces are not hangable – the two 12th graders are tied with a tenth grade. Going out can be unpleasant. In the short-selling students, fighting does not violate the school rules or shame, and it is shameful to lose.

Thinking of this, they did not care about their faces, exchanged a look at each other, and unanimously took out the dagger. This is the next round of Ling Xiao feels awkward, he usually does not have the habit of carrying a dagger with his hands, this time with bare hands on the two armed weapons, and soon after the body fell.

It’s anxious to look around on the outside. He doesn’t like Ling Xiao’s is not fake, but it doesn’t mean he has to watch the other side lose. He took his dagger out of his backhand and took a chance. He rushed over to the tall man.

His movements were slow and weak, and his intentions had already been seen by his opponents. The taller body flicked his attack and only the clothes were cut through a corner.

"You are a weak coffee, but dare to provoke me?" The tall man was irritated by his actions, swaying a trick, and holding the dagger to slash.

He screamed and screamed, closing his eyes in horror, but after waiting for a long time, the pain in his anticipation did not come.

He carefully opened his eyes and opened a slit. In front of him, one hand held the blade tightly. The blood dripped down the dagger and fell to the ground. The foot was already dark red.

"You, there is enough to drag your legs," Ling Xiao spit out a few words from his teeth, and suddenly a wave broke out, it seems to have changed personally, and the two men played without any help, and they looked at it. Is this the true strength of Ling Xiao?

The tall man has been knocked down to the ground. The short man looks bad. He pulls his legs and flees. Ling Xiao can't help but catch up. Two people disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The shackles were still groaning, and the people on the ground climbed up, and there was only one smashing one on the field, and they rushed to him with anger.

He was only smashed by Ling Xiao, and now he has a bad temper in his heart, and he wants to shred the entire smashing. He was scared by his defensive violent offensive, and he could only close his eyes and wave his dagger without any rules, trying to scare him away.

"Enough," a low voice suddenly sounded, and the body trembled as if it had heard a bad voice.

He blinked and saw that the person standing in front of him was not someone else. It was a hurricane, and the schoolmaster who attacked him had disappeared.

"What about people?" he asked cautiously.

"It has already run away."

"You, I..." screamed in horror, because in his blind thorns, he accidentally cut the arm of the hurricane.

"A little injury, don't make a fuss," the hurricane stopped him.

"But," he pointed violently at his wound, "blood."

The hurricane did not put this little injury in his eyes, but accused him of swearing. "Your fighting ability is too weak. It is really the face of the heavens."

The man who was criticized by his sweetheart bowed his head, and his sight fell on the wound that he had caused. There was a **** sputum, flowing along the arm, flowing over the back of his hand, stalking at the fingertips, and finally rushing to the earth. Just dripping in the blood of Ling Xiao not far away.

"Ah, ah-"

Once again, he was called out, and the dagger in his hand was shocked and fell to the ground, making a jingle.

The hurricane increased the volume impatiently. "What are you calling?"

He slammed his mouth and pointed at the ground in horror as if he saw the most horrible scene in the world.

The hurricane looked down at his gesture, and the blood that had already infiltrated into the earth, as if it had been infused with life, slowly spread toward the place where his blood dripped, leaving a scary red-red mark on the surface.

This frightening scene, if it wasn’t for the hurricane’s prior research diary, would have thought that something had happened.

In contrast, the ignorance of the unclear truth is not so calm, his face pale, his expression is like a ghost in horror.

The blood on the ground is finally completely unmoved, but it is already in me that you have me, I have you, regardless of each other, exactly the same as in the Tai Yin log.

The squats only felt a pain in the shoulders, and the hurricane caught his shoulder tightly.

"Whose?"

"What, what?" I don't understand.

"Blood on the ground," such a tense hurricane was never seen before, and his calmness over the past decade has evaporated.

"You, tell me why this is the case?"

The pain of the shoulders of the squatting was intensified. It was the strength of the hurricane, and he called out with pain.

The hurricane simply ignored the other party’s question. "Who is the blood on the ground?"

Bite bite the lower lip and put the heart horizontally, "is my blood."