Sixty-fifth dragon scale (three)

"Oh, why did the handsome man scream so loudly today?"

A servant passed by in the corridor. After returning to the room, he whispered to the person he had sex with. The man hurriedly shushed her: "Don't talk nonsense," he told someone to listen and sue Dashuai Dashuai! Dashuai will change his taste and play, what does it have to do with us!"

"I just saw that the child looks good... Alas, I don't know what his parents thought, but such a good child was sent to the Marshal's Mansion..."

"Come on, there is a stepmother, there is a stepmother. His real mother died early. Editor Zheng said he was his real father. In fact, he had never raised someone in a day. This was not to pick up the child from the countryside to please the handsome man! You were not here at the banquet just now, didn't you hear it? I really convinced Editor Zheng's face. It's like this. It's so shameless!"

"That child's mother is still there, so much distress..." The servant felt uncomfortable when he thought about it. "Those children, they are all very pitiful."

"We have pity on them, what's the use? We have to support our family, but the general is like killing a grasshopper? It's OK, don't you think about it, hurry up and rest, I'll get up early tomorrow morning and still be a job!"

These two maids are fellow villagers, and after talking, they closed their eyes. Whenever this happens, no one is allowed to go up on the third floor. The handsome man doesn't like to disturb others. The small foreign building has good sound insulation, except that he hears screams when he passes the door of the room on the third floor. He lies in the servant's room on the first floor, just like nothing happens.

Shuai Hao in the room on the third floor wished he could die!

He never knew that the braid with barbed hair would hurt so much when he whipped it on people! He liked to see those slender and beautiful boys being stripped of their clothes and whipped them. While crying and begging for mercy, he rolled on the ground. His beautiful body was covered with whip marks and blood - there was an extremely strange and cruel beauty. Often, the louder they cried, the more excited they were, and he never felt that there was anything wrong with his hobby. This was a chaotic world. He kept the city safe and what was the point of killing a few people?

Those fragile and tender lives ended in his hands. He liked this pleasure, which was something that the battlefield could not give.

He has always been proud of his own force and is invincible no matter where he goes. Who knows that he kicked the iron plate today, and no one knows where such huge energy comes from the young man's equally slender body. After being beaten up, Dashuai Hao finally realized that Linglong was not using a trick. He was real and was so strong.

You can beat a burly man like Shuai Dashu, who was two meters tall and punched a stone with one punch, into a wilted little chicken.

Linglong has new ideas. He applied some salt water to the whip stained with the blood of Dashuai Hao and continued to whip. Dashuai Hao could tolerate it in front, but it was really impossible. He said anything good, but his father and grandfather could not move Linglong. No matter how Dashuai Hao hid, the whip could always suck him accurately and sharply. He felt like a embarrassed dog, and when facing the malicious intentions from others, he had nowhere to escape.

In the end, Linglong's hands were sore, and Hao Dashuai only had half his breath. His body was still twitching from time to time. Linglong threw away the whip in his hand and wiped his hands with the white sheets. The room was filled with blood and it didn't smell very good. He walked over and opened the window. The cold breeze made him feel more and more energetic.

He had discovered that he could eat and sleep normally, but it wouldn't matter if he didn't eat or sleep. It was just that eating and sleeping made him look more like a normal human.

After the window opened, the bloody smell gradually faded. Linglong walked to Hao Dashuai. He had already been beaten out of his servitude by him. When he saw him approaching, he would tremble and fear subconsciously. This was Linglong's reaction that he liked - he liked others and was afraid of him, so they would not dare to annoy him.

"What should I do? You said, after dawn, where should I go?"

Dashuai Hao sprayed a lot of blood foam as soon as he opened his mouth.

Linglong lifted him up with one hand and threw him onto the bed. He was merciless in beating people. He said he only left half a breath, but only half a breath, not a little more.

He didn't mind that Hao Dashuai's blood had stained the bed, so he sat on it. However, he didn't think about it because he was so bloody. He had always tolerance for people who were not good-looking.

"Hey, why don't you reply?"

After asking twice, Shuai Hao still didn't say anything. Linglong naturally thought he was pretending to be dead and couldn't help kicking him again. Shuai Hao instantly twitched all over, which scared Linglong.

Only then did he realize that Hao Dashuai didn't seem to ignore him, but he really couldn't reply...

"It's so troublesome."

Linglong complained, went over and opened the door, shouting into the corridor: "Where is the doctor? Call the doctor in! The handsome man is going to be no longer able to do it!"

This sound alarmed the entire Marshal's Mansion, including the concubines living in the backyard. After a while, everyone gathered in the hall. The doctor in a white coat and glasses rushed over and was shocked as soon as he entered the room... He was the royal doctor of Marshal Hao. He usually lives in Marshal's Mansion and opened his own clinic outside. He has no shortage of reputation and money, and is also very loyal to Marshal Hao.

This is the first time he has seen a great man suffer such a loss... He usually comes to treat the wounds of those poor teenagers, why did he change people today...

Linglong said seriously: "It's like this. Dashang felt that his past happiness was not real and sober enough, so he wanted to put himself in his shoes and experience the bliss of life in a different way. But... this is it, you see, I'm just a newcomer, and it's inevitable that I'm not serious about the attack. Dashang, don't you?"

Having only half of his breath left, Hao Dashuai made a sound of thrusting like a bellows pulling a bellows, as if he had a mouthful of old phlegm. He heard Linglong pretending to pat goosebumps that did not exist at all: "Okay, okay, I know what Dashuai you want to say. If I say it right, just blink so that the doctor can treat you."

Marshal Hao blinked twice in great aggrieved and desperate.

The doctor was shocked, but he immediately regained his professional qualities, was serious and expressionless, and tried hard to be a machine that only knew how to cure diseases and save people.

The more he checked Hao Dashui, the more surprised he was. This handsome man is really a cruel person! He is cruel to others and to himself! This is not to put himself in his shoes, he is playing with his life! As expected, the idea of ​​a powerful person is not understandable to a civilian like him.

After being a exclusive doctor for Dashuai Hao for so many years, he has developed the good habit of not listening or asking or not knowing.

In the end, Dashuai Hao was wrapped into a mummy, only revealing his eyes and mouth and nose for breathing. When his body moved, it still hurt so much. He wanted this little evil star to leave quickly. In the future, he could not say that Dashuai Hao had psychological shadows and would no longer like the young boy!

But Linglong just didn't leave. Not only did she not leave, she also had to live comfortably in the Marshal's Mansion.

Hao Dashuai couldn't speak his mouth and could not move his hands. He lay straight on the bed for three or four days before he got better. Unfortunately, he had scars all over his body, as if he was crawling with centipedes, which was so ugly that he was so ugly.

The first time he could speak, Dashuai Hao asked his adjutant to take someone to the guest room to tie the little evil star! If necessary, shoot him and kill him on the spot!

The adjutant went there with great courage and came back from the ground. He lost his arm and his legs broke and cried to the parachutist Hao. He brought five or six people, all with weapons, but after entering the guest room, he could not see anything. In the darkness, there was a complete evil spirit with broken arms and broken legs, green face and fangs gnawed them! The adjutant still escaped with his life, almost frightened to death.

Shuai Hao suddenly became scared. Just as he was about to call someone, he saw Xiao Shaxing leaning against his door, smiling and smiling: "What are you doing? You are so unkind? Shuai Hao treats your guests like this? Send so many crooked melons and knives to my room with swords and guns to point at me?"

He lowered his head, as if he had found some blood on his body, and he tickled, dipped it with his fingers and applied it to the snow-white wall.

In Hao Dashuai's opinion, it seemed like the bright word "death".

His body no longer hurts, his wounds are itchy, and he doesn't want to kill Linglong. He just wants to beg him to spare his life! "I will never dare again! You spare me! I promise to turn back to the right future! Change your mind and be a good person!"

"Ha?" Linglong was disgusted by what he said, "Who wants you to turn from evil to good, and be a good person? Do you think your virtue is the material for being a good person?"

Dashuai Hao cried: "Yes, I'm not worthy, I'm abusive, I'm disgusted, I'm dirty, I deserve to die, please go around me, hero! Hero! Dad! Grandpa!"

That day, when he was half-throated by Linglong, he also screamed like this. Linglong stood by the door and picked up the vase on the coffee table next to him and threw it over. He slammed Hao Dashuai's head with a bang. His eyes straightened and he fainted again.

As for the adjutant on the ground...

Linglong approached, and the man stepped back like a ghost. He smiled and said, "Why are you so afraid of me? You were so majestic just now."

The adjutant cried bitterly: "It was the Grand Marshal who asked me to kill you! It has nothing to do with me! I am forced to do it, and I don't think about it either!"

Linglong was amazed: "Why are you bad guys who have no backbone at all?"

The adjutant cried even harder. What kind of backbone does he need to lose his life? Will those with backbone be bad? Then if he knew that this little ancestor was so evil, the general would not go even if he pressed his gun on his forehead! Now that he lacked an arm and a leg, how can he live in the future? "Grandpa, you have taken away the magical powers. I really don't dare. I have an old wife and children at home, and they still have to rely on me to support him..."

"The cripple man who was beaten to death by you also has an old wife and children at home." Linglong wrapped his hands around his chest and stepped on the wound of Hao Dashuai, forcing the unconscious person to wake up in pain. Then he slowly said to the adjutant, "It was just that he accidentally fell down while carrying the carry, and his leather shoes were stained with some tofu. When you pulled out the gun, he should have knelt on the ground and cried and begged the military master to spare his life, right?"

The adjutant was stupid. He frantically searched for the person Linglong said from his memory, but he couldn't remember it at all. He relied on being the adjutant of Marshal Hao and was arrogant in Huicheng. He never took anyone seriously. How could he remember who he had killed?

"You took his life, causing his mother to die of illness, and his wife and children to be lonely. He only bit off one of your arms and one leg, which is worthy of you." Linglong snapped her fingers, and a black mist slowly appeared in front of the adjutant. There were a pair of resentful eyes in the mist. It was a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back, one with one higher and one lower legs, one deep and one shallow when walking, and there seemed to be the smell of beans on his body.

Slowly, the adjutant remembered.

It was several years ago. The Grand Marshal told him to go out of the city to do business. He got up early. The sky was just white. A hawker selling tobacco came out around the corner. He couldn't dodge his horse and his two burdens fell down, several bowls of tobacco were broken, and some splashed on his shiny leather boots.

At that time, the middle-aged man was frightened and kowtowed to beg for mercy. However, the adjutant did not forgive him and shot him casually. When the man fell to the ground, blood mixed with tofu, red and white. The adjutant left without even looking at him. He only felt that this person was unlucky. He ran into him early in the morning and was also unlucky for him to leave the city.

Just a poor man, so what if he dies?

Are there few poor people who have died in Huicheng these years?

But at this moment, the middle-aged man who had long died appeared in front of him, with a bullet hole that no longer bleeding in his forehead and his eyes full of hatred.

These soldiers killed heavily, and ordinary ghosts did not dare to approach them. Just like the teenagers killed by Dashuo. Are they innocent? Don’t they hate them? But Dashuo is strong and fierce, and the ghosts could not stay by his side, let alone take revenge. Therefore, the only thing that remained in that room was the despair and pain of their lifetime gathered into a faint water vapor, emitting a strong bitter taste, which made Linglong uncomfortable.

This ghost is different. He has too deep obsession and can withstand the evil spirit of this adjutant. It just so happens that the adjutant wants to kill Linglong, so Linglong helps him.

What a big man, he just saw a ghost, but he was shocked!

Linglong looked at Hao Dashuai and asked friendly: "Do you still want my life?"

Hao Dashuai had a severe wound, but he didn't dare to shout, and shook his head like a turtle grandson: "I dare not! Grandpa will 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?"

"Yes, it's my grandfather who taught me a lesson."

This person is quite capable of bent and stretching, and he is shameless.

Linglong took back her feet and rubbed her against the carpet with disgust, "Hurry up and recover from the injury, and do things for me."

After saying that, he smiled cutely at Dashuai Hao: "Did you see it just now? Think about it, among the people you have killed over the years, how many of them want to seek revenge on you? If you don't want to die, it's better to just listen to me and don't make so many bad ideas."

Marshal Hao just saw the lame ghost. He wanted to faint from being scared but was afraid of being violently kicked to Linglong again. He responded with a timid head: "Yes, yes, yes!"

My grandfather taught him these things, hoping that he could live a peaceful life in this chaotic world, and live a hundred years of life in the coffin shop at home. But no matter how clever the old man made, he could not calculate his own fortune and his family. He probably would never have imagined that Zheng Liangjun did not take care of Linglong, but instead pushed Linglong into the fire pit.

Even if the tiger poison is not enough to eat the child, Zheng Liangjun is not even as good as a beast.

Seeing Linglong staring at her, she looked thoughtful, Dashuai Hao was really afraid that this grandfather would beat him to death after thinking for a long time. He had lived so long and didn't want to ruin his life. He quickly promised Linglong: "I will designate to be a good person in the future! I know I am not worthy, but I will work hard to become a good person! I will never let you down my education!"

Linglong: "Don't, don't be a good person. Especially your hobby-"

Before she finished speaking, Hao Dashuai learned to answer quickly: "I understand, I understand! I change! I change!"

“No need to change.”

Dashuai Hao:?

A delicate smile.

Another week later, Dashuai Hao was recovering. Although the wound still hurt slightly, it was much better than lying on the bed a few days ago. Today, he was particularly domineering and mighty, and his tall figure gave people a feeling of oppression like an iron tower. Ordinary people really dare not look at him, for fear of attracting his attention and causing disaster to themselves.

Zheng Liangjun entered the door of the Grandmaster's Mansion with such trepidation. He didn't know why Taishang Hao came to him for. Anyway, he was very embarrassed at the banquet that night. After that, even in the newspapers, there were always people pointing fingers. Whenever someone whispered in a low voice, Zheng Liangjun thought that he was chewing his tongue. In a nutshell, he was not very comfortable.

Today, when he received an invitation from Dashuai Hao, he only invited him. Zheng Liangjun was really uneasy. He always felt that his son was not a docile master and learned a lot of evil ways from Old Man Chen. The Dashuai Mansion might have caused trouble for him. As soon as he entered the door, he found nothing unusual. Logically, he should be happy because according to this situation, either Dashuai was particularly satisfied and wanted to give him benefits, or asked him to collect his cheap son's body. Anyway, no matter which one is good.

The latter was also a shame for Zheng Liangjun. He thought that he could not sleep with the woman, and gave her another son, which was already a repayment. She should be grateful to herself. As a result, just because of this son, he and Gong Wenli seemed to be in a peaceful state, but in fact there was constant conflict, which was really a trouble for Zheng Liangjun.

But... he has been sitting in the living room for so long, why can't he see the handsome man?

Just as Zheng Liangjun was restless, a guard came over: "Editor Zheng, I'm sorry to let you wait for a long time. The general is busy with some things. Please talk to you upstairs."

Zheng Liangjun was delighted, this must be a good thing! If his cheap son had offended the Grand Marshal, he would have been beaten out, but now he is asked to go to the study to speak-

Zheng Liangjun subconsciously thought that talking would be in the study room, but the guards took him to a very exquisitely decorated room. The room was snow-white and had no other colors, which made people's eyes hurt. "This room is too white. How could a man with such a high-quality taste make such a room?"

He flattered without a trace. When the guard heard this, his expression suddenly turned strange. After a moment, he grinned and said, "The Marshal said that the room is all white, and it looks good only if it is dyed with blood."
To be continued...