Chapter 429 Uncle Chous gift! Apologize? Got on the train, but was
Chapter 429 Uncle Chou’s gift! Apologize? He got on the train, but was despised.
Chapter 40
Although his face was distorted, there was no hint of cunning in the way he spoke.
Not just 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.
And just now, Master Tang, who was also at the semi-spiritual level, scolded him in a tone that was almost like scolding a child.
In any case, this ugly uncle seems to have some abnormalities in his spirit and intelligence. It feels like the term used to describe men that often appeared on forums in his previous life - honest man.
Well, the kind that makes a fortune honestly.
This seems to be because he has always closed himself up and has no social experience with other people, so that he does not seem to know how to get along and talk with others. Mirialia smiled and looked at the ugly uncle's distorted facial features and rickets.
Body shape, guess in my mind:
This may be because he is so ugly that no one wants to communicate with him too much.
Now, there is no one else in the room.
The ugly uncle looked at Mirialia with a pair of turbid pupils up and down, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Are you in pain?"
Mirialia stirred when she heard the sound, and understood that he was asking about the marks on her wrists that were pinched by two bodyguards. She gently pulled down her sleeves to cover her wrists.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Mirialia spoke softly:
"Uncle Chou. 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 palm and shook it hastily in front of him:
"It was my fault."
"Blame me!"
Mirialia was slightly stunned and asked Uncle Chou with her eyes.
This sight made this extremely ugly man even more nervous.
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 quickly returned to its original position:
"Blame me"
"I'm going to buy this thing and want to give it to you!"
"Otherwise, they won't be able to 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 men. It was precisely because Uncle Chou wanted to give me a gift? He left Tianxia Yunjian to buy this gift for himself, so the bad guys took advantage of it!
So Uncle Chou kept saying that today’s incident was “blame on him”
Mirialia turned her attention 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 her favorite burgundy.
And the reason she smiled was how could she be short of clothes?
As the second son of Mr. Qin, she has endless beautiful clothes in her wardrobe.
Uncle Chou actually wanted to buy her clothes, and he bought her 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, and spring is getting hotter and hotter."
"If you wear this, it will be more comfortable."
Hearing this, the smile on Mirialia's face solidified.
Indeed, she rarely wears pajamas. Even if she is locked up here, she still maintains the attire of the world's top singer in the clouds. Even if the second master Tan does not come, she will always put on makeup and maintain the demeanor of wearing an evening dress to wait for the "master"
"Come over anytime
"patronize"!
Uncle Chou discovered this, he was the one who discovered 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 and light. 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, which is also 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 last life, when the weather became colder in autumn, my mother suddenly came to the door and brought me a light and warm autumn clothes.
This feeling of being remembered by someone, having spent so much thought on it, and just wanting to give yourself the most simple care, really makes people feel warm in their hearts.
And the strange thing is that in this life, the kind of care that 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 needle drop.
This time, neither of them knew what to say.
Nothing seems 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 scared today."
The hoarse tone seemed to be contagious. When Mirialia said this, she could not help but imitate Uncle Chou's voice without even realizing it.
"No more in the future, I will protect you." Uncle Chou thought about it again and said:
"In the future, please don't use your contract ability again. The price will be 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 bedside where the yellow-level contractor he killed fell down:
"My title is Plague!"
"The ability is to kill people with infectious diseases, but you have to bear the pain of chronic diseases yourself."
"I became... like this."
Plague!
Ability is an infectious disease, but the price is suffering from other chronic diseases. That's why the ugly uncle became so ugly.
Uncle Chou is speaking out from his own experience, using his own experience to warn Mirialia that the price of contract ability will bring bad consequences. The last time they met, Uncle Chou said so, in a reprimanding tone - at that time his face was shrouded
In the hood, there was no such conversation as now between friends.
Just when Mirialia looked thoughtfully at the distorted facial features, the ugly uncle pointed at his face:
"That's not what I am!"
"I'm very good-looking, very smart, and a cute kid that everyone loves."
"The contract ability allows me to make others fearful, at the cost of making me ugly, and no one will like me or talk to me."
"Don't use your ability again!"
The personal experience version of the story is once again emphasized by 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 be obedient and he was very happy.
"you"
Uncle Chou seemed to sigh: "Don't dislike me. Don't be afraid of me."
"I will not hurt you, I will only protect you!"
Mirialia nodded solemnly again.
Just when he was about to say something, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
Uncle Chou's distorted facial features flashed with horror, and it only took him a second to determine who the visitor was, and panic flashed across his face.
His cloudy pupils glanced at Mirialia, as if he was a little reluctant to leave.
But there are scrolling symbols on his body!
Disappeared into thin air.
"baby!"
A few seconds later, the locked door was pushed open 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 pressed this beautiful and sexy canary on the bed.
Mirialia suddenly felt a strange and extremely ironic feeling in her heart, 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 pajamas 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."
"Although the young lady inside, 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.
Mixed with desire, 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 whistle 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 spurted out, 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 very 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-Mocheng", 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 carriage, 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 "premium 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 premium sleepers on this train are different from those in the previous life. They are literally premium 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, and 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 get 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 conductors refer to as dining cars is often filled with poor people who cannot afford seats sleeping all over the floor, making it overcrowded.
He was despised. Mobi glanced at himself and Darth Franco who was following him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The two of them had slept in the open air and had been fleeing for their lives over mountains and ridges for several days. Their clothes were already in tatters, almost like beggars.
