Snapped! ! !
The bowl in Dr. Xu's hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
Looking at the debris on the ground, Dr. Xu's chest heaved violently, and his expression became extremely fierce.
The woman's words just now were like a biting cold approaching his heart.
"Grass!"
Crash lala...!
Bang bang! Snapped!
…
He pushed all the bowls on the stove to the ground.
"Damn, slut! You are such a slut!"
Use your feet to crush the debris on the ground.
After a long time, he gradually calmed down and slowly picked up the broom in the corner...
Entering the bathroom, he turned on the faucet.
Crash lala...!
Clear water flows from the tap.
Lower your head.
Ju took a cup of water and rubbed it on his face.
look up.
He looked at himself in the mirror with his water-stained face, stretched out his right hand, and slowly grabbed his hair.
Pulling down, the hair slipped.
In the mirror at this time, there was a bald man.
wrong.
To be precise, there are only a handful of hairs hanging randomly on the head.
Looking at himself at this time, he felt particularly disgusting and ugly. He clenched his fists subconsciously and his whole body seemed to be trembling.
Bang! ! !
Wow...!
The mirror broke, and the person inside the mirror was also divided.
Raising his hand, he frantically smeared the bright red blood oozing from his hand on it.
Putting down his hand, he looked at the blood stains on the mirror, which were like scars on the body after being cut by a sharp knife. It was shocking.
At this time, he was very calm and there was no wave on his face.
Slowly, he put his hand to his lips, stuck out his tongue, and licked the blood on the back of his hand.
Finally, he smiled, but his smile was sinister, like a devil from hell.
…………
"Mao Qiu'er, do you think that after I do these things, will I go to hell?" Mao Sandao glanced at Mao Qiu'er, who was sleeping soundly under the cashier.
Not sure whether he heard Mao Sandao's voice or dreamed of dating a bitch, Mao Qiu'er bounced his legs.
"Hey, hey, hey! Just talking to you, I know that when I'm full, I'll sleep, and when I'm full, I'll eat!" Mao Sandao kicked the cardboard box.
"Woo..."
Furball turned over, stretched out and continued to sleep.
"Forget it, I don't understand even if I tell you. How can animals understand the suffering of human beings? You just need to eat and drink enough. People, there are so many things to worry about!"
"Woof woof!"
As he spoke, Maoqiu'er's body shook, jumped out of the carton, and shouted twice toward the door.
"You dead beast, you scared me!"
Mao Sandao cursed and looked up at the door.
The sensory nerves of animals are much more sensitive than humans. He knew that this was a guest.
"Woof woof!"
"Don't bark, Furball, go back to the carton!"
Furball hesitated for a moment, then ran into the cardboard box and lay down.
At the same time, a fat man appeared at the door.
Mao Sandao was obviously stunned when he saw the man. His height should be less than one meter, right?
"Hello." Mao Sandao stood up and greeted the guests.
Standard standing posture is the basic etiquette in the service industry and even at the front desk.
"Hello." The man carefully walked into the bookstore, looked around, and asked, "I want to exchange..."
"Can."
Before the man finished speaking, Mao Sandao was the first to respond.
What else can people who come to the bookstore do, especially those who come so late, except exchange souls?
Buy a book?
Impossible. Since arriving at the bookstore, Mao Sandao has never seen anyone come here to buy books.
He didn't know the reason for this. He thought it might be Dou Kui's fault again.
Do you mistakenly think that the depths of this alley are a place to seek physical stimulation and find flowers and flowers?
NO!
Not to mention that the appearance of the bookstore does not meet the "standard", this kind of business alone makes him feel embarrassed!
Mao Sandao believed that he would never be able to do this kind of business in this life. Don’t even think about it!
Think, he feels guilty too!
"I thought I was looking in the wrong place." The man walked to the opposite side of Maosandao.
At this moment, Mao Sandao could clearly see the man's overall face.
Judging from the wrinkles on the man's face, Mao Sandao analyzed that the man was about 40 years old.
A face with pimples, thick lips, eyes as small as rice grains, and a Mediterranean hairstyle.
Hmm... Mao Sandao didn't see his neck.
The man looked up at him, and Mao Sandao realized that he had inadvertently caused both physical and psychological pressure on the other person. He quickly sat down and said with a smile: "I'll register."
After that, he opened the "Visit Book" and unscrewed the pen cap.
The man nodded and sat down opposite Mao Sandao.
"Name?"
"Cai Wen, Cai Jing's Cai, literature's Wen."
"age?"
"25."
"Huh?" Mao Sandao put down his pen and looked at the man carefully, "25?"
"Well, 25." The man said awkwardly, "Doesn't it look a bit old?"
Mao Sandao smiled and replied: "You can't call it showing age, it's called characteristics. In fact, everyone has characteristics, it's just that yours is more prominent."
"You just used a more tactful way to express my oldness and ugliness." The man replied solemnly.
"Uh..." Mao Sandao thought for a while, "Actually, ugliness is also an aesthetic form. When everyone sees beautiful things, they will also think of these ugly things, so ugliness is naturally also an aesthetic form.
Otherwise, as the other side of beauty, this ugly word has no value in existence.
Moreover, ugliness can often better reflect a person's personality traits and make them distinctive.
Think about it, the five hundred Arhat statues in myth are all ugly, one is uglier than the other, just to highlight their characteristics.
Moreover, Grandpa Zhuangzi during the Warring States Period also believed that only by being ugly can you live long in life, avoid disasters, and have a good death. "
Mao Sandao saw these words in a book written by Leng Feng. At that time, he thought the theory was interesting, so he memorized it, never expecting that it would come in handy today.
The reason why Mao Sandao said so much was to comfort the man and let him not be influenced by his appearance.
After saying that, Mao Sandao asked: "Do you want to trade your soul for a handsome face?"
The man sighed and shook his head: "Looks are given by your parents, so changing your face is also a kind of unfilial piety.
In fact, I have also ignored the appearance aspect. I came here today mainly to change other things. "
"Oh? Then tell me." Mao Sandao picked up the pen and asked, "What do you want to change?"
"I want to exchange for someone's heart." Worried that he had not stated clearly, the man added, "I want to exchange for the heart of a girl. Her name is Han Yu. I think... I want her to fall in love with me."
Mao Sandao was silent.
Another person trapped in emotions.
Damn love, how many people are you going to kill?
Seeing that Mao Sandao remained silent, the man asked, "Can it be done?"
"Okay." Mao Sandao nodded, closed the "Visit Book" after registering the information, took out the soul bottle from under the cashier, and stood up slowly, "Follow me."
"Where to go?" the man asked doubtfully.
Mao Sandao turned around and smiled: "Go to a place where your wishes can come true."
The man hesitated for a moment, feeling a little worried. He looked around the bookstore again: "Is your place legal? You won't lie to people, right?"
regular?
Mao Sandao smiled bitterly in his heart.
How can this kind of shameful behavior be formalized?
It can't even be called a cottage...
"Don't worry, I at least operate with integrity here. Children and old men are not deceived." Mao Sandao opened the passage door.
Looking at the dark entrance, the man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head vigorously:
"I'll fight for Han Yu!"
As he spoke, he followed Mao Sandao in stride.
