Chapter 40
Although his face was distorted, there was no hint of cunning in the way he spoke.
Not only this time, but also the last time. The last time he discovered that he was secretly using the contractor item "communication", he showed up and talked to Mirialia——
He even knew that Mirialia lied to Qin Nankai that the price was "not being able to touch men"...
This matter has always been about Mirialia
There is a stone hanging in my heart. If Uncle Chou tells Tan Nankai the truth, although Mirialia can find some excuses to deal with it, there will still be some trouble.
However, after all this time, Uncle Chou didn't seem to expose her lie.
And just now, Master Tang, who was also at the semi-spirit level, scolded him in a tone that was almost like scolding a child.
No matter what, this ugly uncle...his spirit and intelligence seem to be a little abnormal.
It feels like...
The term used to describe men often appeared on forums in my previous life - honest person.
Well, the kind that makes a big fortune honestly.
This seems to be because... he has always closed himself up and has no social experience in contact with other people, so that he does not seem to know how to get along and talk to others... Mirialia smiled and looked at Uncle Chou With the distorted facial features and rickety figure, I guessed:
It's probably... because he's so ugly that no one wants to interact with him much.
Now, there's no one else in the room.
The ugly uncle looked at Mirialia with a bunch of turbid pupils up and down, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Do you... hurt?"
Mirialia stirred when she heard the sound, and understood that he was asking about the marks on her wrists that were grabbed by two bodyguards. She gently pulled down her sleeves to cover her wrists.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt..."
Mirialia spoke softly:
"Uncle Ugly...Thank you very much. Fortunately, you came here."
Hearing her thanks, his ugly facial features became even more exaggerated. He was obviously a little embarrassed. He stretched out his deformed arms and palms and shook them hastily in front of him:
"It was my fault..."
"Blame me!"
Mirialia was slightly stunned and asked Uncle Chou with her eyes.
This look made this extremely ugly man even more embarrassed.
He suddenly took a step back as if instinctively. His slender and curved body under the wide black robe was trembling a little, and his outstretched arm could not move forward or backward.
Slowly, he reached into his arms and took out a wooden gift box covered with glass.
Walking on thin ice, he carefully placed the gift box next to the bed where Mirialia was sitting, and then quickly stepped back:
"Blame me..."
"I'm going to buy...this thing, I want to give it to you!"
"Otherwise...they...can't get in."
Mirialia suddenly understood what he was talking about.
Uncle Chou usually guards the door on this level. With his strength at the semi-spiritual level, how could a few Hesse thugs break in?
There was an accident this time, and MacArthur rushed in with his people. It was because Uncle Ugly... wanted to give me a gift?
After leaving Tianxia Yunjian, did you go to buy this gift for yourself? That’s why the bad guys took advantage of it!
So Uncle Chou kept saying that today’s incident was “blame on him”...
Mirialia shifted her gaze to the wooden box next to her and suddenly burst into laughter.
You can see under the glass box cover that inside is a pair of dark red long silk pajamas, neatly folded.
Judging from the material of this silk, the price shouldn't be cheap, but the color... is Mirialia's favorite burgundy.
And the reason she smiled was...how could she be short of clothes?
As the second son of Mr. Tan, she has endless beautiful clothes in her wardrobe.
Uncle Chou actually wanted to buy her clothes, and he bought pajamas.
Seeing tears streaming from the corners of Mirialia's smiling eyes, Uncle Chou waved his deformed palms again and explained hoarsely:
"Autumn... has passed, spring... is getting hotter and hotter..."
"If you wear...this one...it will be more comfortable."
Hearing this, the smile on Mirialia's face solidified.
She does...she rarely wears pajamas. Even if she is locked up here, she still maintains the attire of the singers in the clouds in the world. Even if the second master Tan does not come, she will always keep makeup and wear evening dress to wait. "Master" comes anytime...
"patronize"!
Uncle Chou discovered this, and it turned out to be him...
Found this!
Mirialia lowered her head to look at the glass box cover again, and her whole body suddenly felt numb.
This silk pajamas looks so thin...it must be very comfortable to wear.
The material of this silk is not cheap, it is obviously... a carefully selected decision. Also, the pajamas are red...
My favorite color.
For a moment, Mirialia had mixed feelings in her heart.
The feeling of the sound lingering in my heart is like... Just like in the previous life, when the weather was getting colder in autumn, my mother suddenly came to the door and gave me a light and warm autumn clothes...
This feeling of being remembered by someone, having put so much thought into it, and just wanting to give yourself the most simple care, really... makes people... feel warm in their hearts.
And the strange thing is... In this life, the care I felt again came from Uncle Chou, a servant of his "master" who was used to take care of his half-spirit.
Mirialia opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something to Uncle Chou, but she didn't know what to say.
Uncle Chou was looking at her with his turbid pupils, as if he was afraid that she wouldn't like the pajamas he gave her, and he waited for her to speak as if he was facing an enemy.
For a moment, the room fell silent, and both of them fell into an eerie silence.
Finally, it seemed that because he had been waiting for a long time, Uncle Chou was eager to know the answer. Finally, he mustered up the courage and asked carefully in a hoarse, intermittent voice:
"Do you not like it?"
"If you don't like it...I'll...change it for you!"
Mirialia suddenly felt something rolling in her throat, and she smiled again in a hurry:
"I like it...very much!"
After saying that, she stretched out her hands and hugged the wooden pajamas box tightly in her arms.
Uncle Chou felt as if he had received an amnesty, and his tense body suddenly relaxed.
The room fell into silence again.
You can hear a pin drop.
This time, neither of them knew what to say.
Nothing seemed appropriate to say.
It wasn't until the lights outside the window flickered that Mirialia felt that the atmosphere was too tense, so she randomly found a topic:
"Uncle Ugly...I was...frightened today."
The hoarse tone seemed to be contagious. When Mirialia said this, she could not help but imitate Uncle Chou's voice, but she was not aware of it.
"Never... again, I will protect you." Uncle Chou thought about it again and said:
"From now on...don't use your contract ability anymore...the price is...a curse."
"Curse..." Mirialia opened her red lips lightly and murmured in a daze.
"Curse!" Uncle Chou repeated it again, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the fallen bedside of the yellow-level contractor he killed:
"My title is... Plague!"
"The ability...is to...kill people...with...infectious diseases, but you also have to...bear the...pain of chronic diseases."
"I became... like this."
Plague!
Ability is an infectious disease, but the price is suffering from other chronic diseases, so...that's why Uncle Ugly became so ugly.
Uncle Chou is showing his own experience and using his own experience to warn Mirialia.
Just when Mirialia looked thoughtfully at Uncle Chou's distorted facial features, Uncle Chou pointed to his face:
"I...it turns out...it's not...like this!"
"I'm very good-looking...very...smart. I'm...a cute...child that everyone loves..."
"The contract ability...makes me...fear others, at the cost of making me...ugly, no one...likes me...talks to me."
"You...don't use...your abilities anymore!"
The personal experience version of the story is another piece of advice from Uncle Chou.
Mirialia raised the corners of her mouth slightly this time and nodded as if she had heard instruction.
Uncle Chou nodded with satisfaction and solemnity.
It was obvious that Mirialia chose to obey, and he was very happy.
"you..."
Uncle Chou seemed to sigh: "Don't... dislike me... be afraid of me."
"I...I won't hurt...you, I will only...protect you!"
Mirialia nodded heavily again.
Just when he was about to say something, footsteps came from outside the door again.
Uncle Chou's distorted facial features flashed with horror, and it only took him a second to determine who it was, and panic flashed across his face.
His cloudy pupils glanced at Mirialia, as if he was a little reluctant...
But the source of symbols is rolling on his body!
Disappeared into thin air.
"baby!"
A few seconds later, the locked door opened again.
The second son of the federal head of state, Qin Nankai!
Mirialia looked at the door in shock, at the man who locked herself here.
"Baby, are you okay? I'm worried about you!"
Tan Nankai's handsome face was full of worry, and he was just about to recover from the shock.
"I've been busy and haven't had time to see you during this time."
"I didn't expect that this guy MacArthur Jason would dare to come here and hurt my woman!"
"Baby! I miss you so much."
After saying that, he had already stepped over to the bed, opened his arms and hugged Mirialia tightly in his arms.
Mirialia didn't know what to say to him.
Because...his hands had already begun to unbutton her clothes.
Mirialia exclaimed and wanted to push Tan Nankai away, but finally put down her arms weakly.
Qin Nankai didn't even pay attention to the wooden pajamas box she was holding in her arms. He just threw it aside and hurriedly asked for it from this beautiful and sexy canary.
Mirialia's heart... suddenly felt a strange and extremely ironic feeling, which made her no longer have the motivation to resist... It felt like...
The heart is as gray as death.
The clothes box, I don’t know when it was touched by his or her tangled body, and slipped from the bed...
The glass cover shattered, and the clothes fell out and lay on the floor.
.........
outside the door.
The stalwart Master Tang glanced at the ugly uncle sitting outside the door, his face obscured by a large black robe, and said in a scolding tone:
"Ah Chou, you are too careless!"
"Thankfully nothing happened tonight... Otherwise, the young master would have been in big trouble."
"The lady inside...although...hey, it would be better if nothing happens to her, even though she is of little value to the young master."
"You must keep an eye on this place from now on and never leave it."
Uncle Chou said nothing.
Tang Man did not continue to reprimand, but emphasized:
"We, the Qin family, must not forget our responsibilities."
Then turned around and went downstairs...
Uncle Chou is guarding here, so she doesn't need to be outside the door all the time. She only needs to go to the next floor to wait for Mr. Tan.
After all, here, outside the door of the room, you can still hear the moans coming from inside. Even Master Tang, a female half-spirit, feels a little embarrassed.
The sound wave... one wave after another.
Mixed with desire, and... helplessness and pain.
The sitting ugly uncle was completely shrouded in a wide hooded black robe, like a stone sculpture.
His cloudy eyes were staring at the ground, but his body was as tense as a bow, as if he was suffering from more intense pain.
.........
Somewhere in the Northern Province.
A train heading south kept honking its horn and speeding along the tracks.
The front of the steam engine, Mo Zhi remembered seeing it in a movie.
As the driver pulled the whistle, billowing white mist spewed out from the steam engine head, extending hundreds of meters to both sides of the railway.
Then, under the train lights at night, a tree fell on the railroad tracks in the distance.
The train had to blow the whistle repeatedly, and the heavy wheels suddenly stopped, causing sparks to rub against the rails.
Finally stopped.
Staff members soon came down from the train to move the trees and inspect the tracks...
Taking advantage of the darkness, two figures sneaked into the train box from the other side without anyone noticing.
The clearing work was easy. It only took about ten minutes. The steam locomotive roared again and the train started slowly.
Fortunately for Mozhi, this train was a passenger car from "Snow Castle - Mo City", which went directly from the northernmost tip of the mainland to the southernmost city on the mainland, and happened to pass by Dongcheng City in Shouyang Province.
The trouble of changing cars in the middle is eliminated.
After taking Das Franco around in the vehicle, Mo Zhi already had a preliminary understanding of the fare of this train, although he had no intention of spending any money on the ticket.
This train has a total of more than ten carriages, which is somewhat similar to the so-called "T" express in the previous life. The four carriages at the back are high-end sleepers.
Well, I didn’t plan to squeeze into a hard seat. I finally experienced a federal train. Of course, in favor of the Federal Railways, I had to choose the best "first class"...
This is what a god-level contract owner should have.
Moreover, the high-end sleepers on this train are different from those in the previous life. They are real high-end sleepers - in one carriage, there are ten small guest rooms on the upper and lower floors. Each first-class cabin can accommodate three people. It has a mini bathroom, a washroom, and even an enclosed balcony.
The environment is quite good, even the restaurant is a high-end restaurant shared by passengers in a single carriage.
Taking Das Franco with him, he wandered straight to the last few carriages.
The door was blocked by a flight attendant wearing a dark blue uniform.
The young flight attendant looked at the two of them casually, then stretched out his arm to block the passage:
"The front is the first class cabin, ordinary passengers are not allowed to enter!"
"Are there any vacancies? I'll fill one." Mo Zhi said politely.
Hearing this, the flight attendant curled up his lips and sounded very arrogant:
"there is none left!"
"Besides, do you want to live in first class? You should go back to the dining car and make a berth on the floor."
Unpredictable was stunned for a moment.
Then I realized what it meant to go back to the dining car and lay on the floor, which is a standing ticket in a long-distance train.
Those who buy station tickets have a hard journey, and of course they compete for the few public areas in the train to rest. The dining car in the ordinary carriage is a good choice...
Therefore, in federal trains, what the conductors call the dining car is often crowded with poor people who cannot afford to work sleeping all over the floor.
I'm despised... Mobi glanced at himself and Darth Franco who was following behind him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The two of them were sleeping in the open air, and they were constantly escaping over mountains and ridges, so their clothes were already in tatters, almost like beggars.
.........