There's a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter 759

The 65th dragon scale (III)

"Oh, why is the marshal shouting so loudly today?"

There was a servant passing by in the corridor. When he returned to the room, he whispered to his friend. The man quickly hissed at her: "don't talk nonsense. Someone will listen and tell the marshal in a moment! Marshal, what does it have to do with us? "

"I just see that child looks good... Alas, I don't know what his parents think. So a good child will be sent to the Marshal's mansion..."

"Come on, if you have a stepmother, you have a stepfather. His own mother died early. Editor Zheng said it was his own father. In fact, he hasn't raised anyone all day. It's not to please the marshal that he took the child from the countryside! You weren't at the party just now, didn't you hear? I've really taken editor Zheng's cheek. It's all like this. It's like nothing. It's really shameless! "

"How distressed the child's mother must still be..." the servant thought, and his head was uncomfortable. "Those children are very poor."

"What good is it for us to pity them? We also have to support our family. Isn't it like killing a grasshopper when the marshal pinches us? Well, don't think about it. Have a rest. You'll be on duty early tomorrow morning! "

The two maids are villagers. They close their eyes after talking. At this time, no one is allowed to go up on the third floor. The marshal doesn't like to be disturbed by others. The sound insulation effect of the small foreign building is good. Except that they hear a cry when passing through the door of the third floor room and lie in the maid's room on the first floor, it's like nothing happened.

Hao dashai in the room on the third floor wants to die!

He never knew that the braid with barbs would hurt so much on people! He likes to watch those fine and beautiful teenagers being stripped and whipped, crying for mercy and rolling on the ground. His beautiful body is full of whip marks and blood - there is an extremely strange and cruel beauty. The louder they cry, the more excited Hao dashai is. He never thinks there is anything wrong with his hobby. This is a troubled world, He kept Huicheng safe. What was killing a few people?

Those fragile and young lives ended in his hands. He liked this pleasure, which could not be given by the battlefield.

He has always been proud of his force. He is invincible wherever he goes. Who knows today, he kicked the iron plate. No one knows where such great energy comes from the same slender body of the young man in front of him - after being beaten, Hao dashai finally realizes that Linglong is not a means. He is really so strong.

You can beat a big man like Hao dashai, who is two meters tall and smashes stones with one punch, into a wilting chicken.

Linglong also has new ideas. He smeared some salt water on the whip stained with Hao dashai's blood, and then continued to smoke. Hao dashai could bear it in front of him. Later, he really couldn't. He said all kinds of good words, and his father and grandfather shouted, which couldn't move Linglong. No matter how Hao dashai hid, the whip could always hit him accurately and fiercely. He felt like a embarrassed dog, In the face of malice from others, there is no escape.

Finally, Linglong's hands were sour, and marshal Hao only had half a breath left. His body was still on the ground. Linglong threw away his whip and wiped his hands with a white sheet. The room was filled with blood and didn't smell very good. He went over and opened the window. The cold wind blew more and more energetic.

He has long found that he can eat and sleep normally, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat or sleep, but eating and sleeping makes him look more like a normal human.

After the window was opened, the bloody smell gradually faded. Linglong walked to Hao Dashuai. He had been beaten out of servility by him. When he saw him close, he would tremble and fear subconsciously. This is Linglong's favorite reaction - he likes others to be afraid of him, so that they won't dare to bother him.

"What should I do? Where should I go after dawn?"

Hao Dashuai spewed a lot of blood foam when he opened his mouth.

Linglong picked him up with one hand and threw him on the bed. He was merciless when he beat people. He said that he would only leave half a breath. There was no more.

He didn't mind Hao Dashuai's blood soiling the bed, so he sat on it. However, he was so bloody that he couldn't think about it. He always had low tolerance for people who didn't look good.

"Hey, why don't you answer?"

After asking Hao Dashuai twice, Linglong naturally thought he was pretending to be dead and kicked again. Hao Dashuai suddenly twitched and startled Linglong.

He realized that marshal Hao didn't seem to ignore himself, but really couldn't answer

"It's really troublesome."

Linglong complained. She went to open the door and shouted to the corridor, "where's the doctor! Call the doctor in! The marshal is going to die! "

The whole mansion was shocked by this sound, including the aunts and wives living in the backyard. Soon, everyone gathered in the hall. The doctor in white coat and glasses rushed to the room and was stunned when he entered the room... He is Hao dashai's imperial doctor. He also lives in the mansion at ordinary times. He also opened his own clinic outside. He has no shortage of fame and money, He is also very loyal to marshal Hao.

This is the first time he has seen the marshal suffer such a loss... He always comes to treat the wounds of those poor teenagers. How can he change people today

Linglong said solemnly, "well, the marshal felt that the happiness in the past was not real and sober, so he wanted to put himself in another place and experience the bliss of life in another way. But... Well, you see, I'm a newcomer. It's inevitable that I don't pay much attention to it, commander, don't you think? "

With half a breath left, Hao dashai's throat made a sound similar to pulling the bellows. It was like getting stuck in an old sputum. He listened to Linglong's posture and patted the nonexistent goose bumps: "well, I know what you want to say, dashai. If I'm right, you can blink, so that the doctor can treat you."

Hao dashai blinked twice in despair.

The doctor was stunned, but he immediately found his professionalism, unsmiling and expressionless, and tried to be a machine that only knew how to treat patients and save people.

The more he examined Hao Dashuai, the more surprised he was. This, this Dashuai is really a cruel man! Be cruel to others and yourself! This is not to put yourself in a position. This is playing with your life! Sure enough, the ideas of powerful people can't be understood by civilians like him.

After many years as Hao Dashuai's exclusive doctor, he has formed the good habit of not asking and not knowing.

Finally, marshal Hao was wrapped into a mummy. Only two eyes, mouth and nose were exposed for breathing. His movement was still painful. He wanted the little evil star to leave quickly. Later, he said that marshal Hao had psychological shadow and didn't like fresh and tender teenagers anymore!

But Linglong didn't go, not only didn't go, but also lived comfortably in Dashuai mansion.

Hao Dashuai could not speak or move his hands. He lay upright in bed for three or four days. Unfortunately, he was covered with scars, like a centipede with ugly hot eyes.

The first time he could speak, marshal Hao asked his adjutant to take someone to the guest room and tie up the little evil star! Shoot on the spot if necessary!

The adjutant went bravely and came back with a broken arm and leg. He cried to Hao dashai. He took five or six people with weapons. As a result, he couldn't see anything after entering the guest room. In the darkness, there were fierce ghosts who lacked arms, legs, green faces and tusks gnawing at them! The adjutant still tried his best to escape, and was almost scared out of his mind.

Hao dashai suddenly began to be afraid. When he was about to call someone, he saw that the little evil star had leaned against the door of his room and smiled: "what are you doing, so unkind? That's what Hao dashai did to your guests? Send these crooked melons and split dates to my room with knives and guns and point at me? "

He looked down and seemed to find some blood splashed on his body. He tutted. He was not very happy to touch it with his fingers and wipe it on the snow-white wall.

In Hao Dashuai's view, it seemed like a bright word "death".

At the moment, his body doesn't hurt, his wound doesn't itch, and he doesn't want to kill Linglong. He just wants to beg him to spare his dog's life“ I, I will never dare again! You, you spare me! I promise to correct the evil in the future! turn over a new leaf! Be a good man! "

"Ha?" Linglong was disgusted by what he said, "who wants you to turn around and be a good man? Do you think your virtue is good material? "

Hao dashai sobbed: "I don't deserve it. I'm cheap. I'm disgusting. I'm dirty. I'm damn it. Please surround me, hero! Strong man! Dad! Grandpa! "

That day, when he was half killed by Linglong, he yelled like this. Linglong stood by the door, picked up the vase on the tea table next to him, threw it over, and smashed it on Hao dashai's head. His eyes straightened and fainted again.

As for the adjutant on the ground

Linglong approached. The man retreated like seeing a ghost. He smiled: "Why are you so afraid of me? You were very powerful just now. "

The adjutant cried bitterly: "the marshal asked me to kill you! It has nothing to do with me! I, I am forced and helpless, and I don't want to! "

Linglong tut said, "why do you bad guys have no backbone?"

The adjutant cried even more. He's dying. What kind of backbone do you want? Can a man of backbone be a bad man? If he knew that the little ancestor was so evil, the commander wouldn't go even if he put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead! Now without an arm and a leg, how can we live in the future“ Grandpa, please accept the magic power. I really don't dare. There are my mother, wife and children in my family. They still have to rely on me to support... "

"The lame man you killed has his wife and children at home." Linglong put her hands around her chest and stepped on Hao dashai's wound, forcing the unconscious person to wake up in pain, and then slowly said to the adjutant, "it's just that he accidentally fell down while carrying the load and stained some bean flowers on your leather shoes. When you pull out the gun, he should kneel on the ground and cry and beg the military Lord to spare his life?"

The adjutants were stupid. He searched for the people Linglong said from his memory. He couldn't remember at all - he used to be Hao dashai's adjutant to act as a bully in Huicheng. He never paid attention to anyone. Where do you remember who he killed?

"You killed him, causing his mother to die and his wife and children to be lonely. He only bit off one arm and one leg. He is worthy of you." Linglong snapped his fingers. A black fog slowly appeared in front of the adjutant. There was a pair of resentful eyes in the fog. He was a middle-aged man with a slight hunchback, two legs high and one low. He walked deep and one foot shallow. He seemed to have the smell of beans.

Slowly, the adjutant remembered.

It was several years ago. The marshal ordered him to go out of the city to do business. He got up early in the morning. Just when the fish belly was white, a vendor selling soybean flowers came out at the corner. He couldn't dodge and startled his horse. The two burdens immediately fell, smashed several bowls, covered the ground with bean flowers, and some splashed on his shiny leather boots.

At that time, the middle-aged man was frightened. He knelt down and couldn't help kowtowing for mercy, but the adjutant didn't spare him. He gave him a shot. When the man fell to the ground, his blood was mixed with Douhua, red and white. The adjutant left without looking at it. He just thought he was unlucky. He bumped into him who was going out of the city early in the morning, which was also his bad life.

He's just a poor man. What if he dies?

How many poor people have died in Huicheng these years?

But now, the dead middle-aged man appeared in front of him, with a bullet hole in his forehead and heart that was no longer bleeding, and his eyes were full of hatred.

These soldiers kill heavily, and the general ghosts dare not approach, just like those teenagers killed by Hao dashai. Aren't they innocent? Don't they hate? However, marshal Hao was full of blood and evil spirit. The ghosts could not stay with him at all, let alone revenge. Therefore, only their despair and pain gathered into light water vapor, emitting a strong bitter taste, which made Linglong uncomfortable.

The ghost was different. He was so obsessed that he could bear the evil spirit of the adjutant. Just when the adjutant wanted to kill Linglong, Linglong helped him.

A good big man, just seeing a ghost, was stunned!

Linglong looked at Marshal Hao and asked, "do you still want my life?"

Hao dashai's wound was painful, but he didn't dare to shout. He shook his head like a turtle and grandson: "no, no! Grandpa, give me another chance! I promise to listen to grandpa in everything in the future! "

"Don't call me that." Linglong kicked him, "how could I have such an ugly grandson like you?"

"Yes, Grandpa taught me."

This man is quite flexible. He has no face and no skin.

Linglong took back her feet and rubbed them on the carpet. "Get well, get well, and then work for me."

With that, he smiled lovably at Marshal Hao: "did you see it just now? Think about it. How many of the people you have killed over the years want to avenge you? If you don't want to die, you'd better listen to me and don't make so many wrong ideas. "

Hao Dashuai just saw the ghost of the lame man. He wanted to be stunned, but he was afraid of being kicked up by Linglong's violence. He counseled and hung his head in response: "yes, yes!"

Grandpa taught him this. He only hoped that he could live a safe life in this troubled world and live a long life by guarding the coffin shop at home. He could let the old man do his magic tricks and could not calculate the fate of himself and his family. I'm afraid he would never think of it. Instead of looking after Linglong, Zheng Liangjun wanted to push Linglong into the fire pit.

Tiger poison doesn't eat children. Zheng Liangjun is not even as good as animals.

Seeing Linglong staring at himself, Hao dashai was really afraid that the grandpa would kill himself after thinking for a long time. After such a long good life, he didn't want to bury his life. He quickly gave Linglong a guarantee: "I'll be a good man in the future! I, I know I don't deserve it, but I will work hard towards the goal of becoming a good man! I will never live up to your education! "

Linglong: "no, don't be a good man. Especially your hobby -- "

Before she finished, marshal Hao learned to answer: "I understand, I understand! I change! I change! "

"Don't change it."

Hao Dashuai:?

Linglong smiled.

After another week, Hao Dashuai was cured. Although the wound was still painful, it was much better than lying on the bed a few days ago. Today, he is particularly arrogant and powerful in his military uniform. In addition, he is tall and gives people a sense of oppression like an iron tower. Ordinary people really dare not look at him for fear of provoking his attention and bringing disaster to themselves.

Zheng Liangjun entered the door of Dashuai's mansion in such a nervous way. He didn't know why Hao Dashuai came to him. Anyway, he lost his face at the banquet that night. These days, even in the newspaper, someone always pointed out. Whenever someone whispered in the past, Zheng Liangjun thought they were chewing his tongue, In a word, it's not very comfortable.

Today, after receiving Hao dashai's invitation, Zheng Liangjun only invited him. Zheng Liangjun was really upset. He always felt that his son was not a docile master and learned a lot of crooked ways from old man Chen. Dashai's house might have taught him to stir up the world. As soon as he entered the door, he found nothing different. He should be happy, because according to this posture, Either the marshal is very satisfied and wants to give him benefits, or he is asked to collect the body of his cheap son. Anyway, no matter which one is good.

The latter is also a disgrace to Zheng Liangjun. He thinks that he married the woman, reluctantly slept with her and gave her a son, which is already a reward. She should be grateful to herself. As a result, just because of this son, he and Gong Wenli seem to love and calm, but in fact, there are constant contradictions, which is really a trouble for Zheng Liangjun.

But... He's been sitting in the living room for so long. Why can't he see the handsome figure?

When Zheng Liangjun was restless, a guard came up: "editor Zheng, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. The marshal has something to do. Please talk upstairs."

Zheng Liangjun's heart is happy. This must be a good thing! If his cheap son had provoked the marshal, he would have been beaten out, but now he is invited to talk in the study——

Zheng Liangjun subconsciously thought that the conversation would be in the study. Unexpectedly, the guards took him to a beautifully decorated room. The room was snow-white and had no other colors. It hurt a little“ This room is too white. How could a handsome man with such high taste make such a room? "

He flattered without any trace. The guard looked strange when he heard the speech. A moment later, he grinned: "the marshal said that the room is all white and it looks good after being stained with blood."

Zheng Liangjun:!!!

He was about to escape at once, but it was too late. The door closed ruthlessly in front of him, and the guard's face looked so strange at the last moment. Zheng Liangjun didn't have time to think more. He always felt creepy. His sixth sense made him subconsciously want to escape, but the door was locked from the outside. This is the third floor. He didn't have the courage to jump down

Just when he was so anxious that he turned around, the door opened. Hao dashai, wearing military uniform and riding boots, came in with a box in his hand. Without saying a word, Zheng Liangjun pulled out the whip with barbs. Zheng Liangjun was almost scared to pee: "Da Da Da, Da Shuai! You, what are you going to do? "

My mouth is scared!

According to the lines written to him by Linglong, Hao dashai endured the feeling of nausea and said, "your son is very good. I think you should be better. Sometimes it's good to change your appetite."

Zheng Liangjun never thought that he was a sheep into a tiger's mouth. He quickly begged for mercy: "commander, this is a misunderstanding! It's his blessing that my son can serve the marshal. How can I be qualified! Besides, I'm so old, marshal. This is to change my appetite, and I won't be so hungry! "

Linglong next door heard this clearly. Zheng Liangjun is really a dog leg and can say anything.

Hao Dashuai's face was expressionless: "no, I like you very much. You can take off your clothes and talk well, otherwise I'll do it... Oh, that's not the case."

When he said this, his heart was full of tears. He didn't like Zheng Liangjun, an old man with air dried orange peel! He only likes slender and beautiful teenagers! Saying these words to Zheng Liangjun made him feel that he was about to be raped.

Zheng Liangjun is so scared that he cries. He doesn't like men and doesn't want to be liked by men! Up to now, in order to get away, he has made no choice: "Marshal! Have something to say, have something to say! Don't you like beautiful teenagers? I, I have a son! Although it's not as good as the one I gave you a few days ago, it's also good! If not, I, I have a daughter! Handsome! Commander, calm down! Don't be impulsive! "

Tut tut tut tut.

Linglong shook his head while eating the fresh, sweet and juicy sweet pear. Zheng Liangjun, a heart is really black. Can you say that? He smiled proudly and glanced at Gong Wenli's three niangs who were tied to cover their mouths and stare at them.

Trying to hurt him? Then you have to be prepared for chicken and dog unrest at home.

The snow-white teeth didn't enter the pear meat. The crisp voice was put in modern society. Coupled with the prosperous beauty of pear eating teenagers, it was designated as the top ASMR food and broadcasting that everyone sought. Unfortunately, listening to Gong Wenli's three ears was no different from eating human meat.