The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 156 Get to Know the Real Sea King? 3
"Cough, I'm back." Xihe couldn't see his expression clearly due to the backlight, so he could only raise his head and bark his teeth.

Try to be kind to yourself.

The man glanced at her indifferently, turned around and went upstairs elegantly, the wooden clogs stepped on the stairs, and the rotten wooden boards creaked.

Xihe: ...I'm sorry, it's hot to your eyes.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and the rain twisted, brushed, and sprayed all over the body.

Xihe trembled.

Holding the door, she gritted her teeth and moved her clumsy tail to climb up, wow, why did she make the threshold so high?
Will shovel it tomorrow.

It took a lot of effort to climb up, and then twisted his body to close the door, the warmth swept in, Xihe couldn't help squinting his eyes and collapsed beside the fireplace.

Look around.

It was a rough hut that smelled of damp.

The corners of the room were dark, the oil lamp on the table was emitting an orange light, moths were circling around the candle, the fireplace was dark and cold, and the room smelled of mud.

Xihe raised her arm and smelled it, um, it was exactly the same as her smell.

Opposite the fireplace was a large table and several chairs. The uneven wooden furniture had been used for decades and was crumbling. There were signs of ants gnawing on it, and it was decayed and festered.

In the corner was the original owner's bed, the quilt was rolled into a ball, and the smell of suffocation could be smelled from far away.

Xihe: ...

She couldn't help but raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, the original owner dared to miss Ruosilan with the appearance of this impoverished female tramp.

As the former great prince of the elves, although Ruosilan is now down and out and has become a dark elf that everyone shouts and beats, but the elves, known for their nobility and elegance, can't fancy the bear of the original owner no matter what.

Spreading his hands, looking at the dusty paw, Xihe sighed in his heart,
It is estimated that she will be a bachelor in this life.

After the original owner picked up Ruosilan, she went to the town to buy him the lowest healing potion. She didn't know that Ruosilan was an elf, and she was so distressed by spending a lot of money. She wanted to blackmail En The graphic report, let Ruosilan return a hundred times and a thousand times.

But by coincidence, after waking up, Ruosilan lost his memory, and had a weird temper, calling the original owner an ugly bastard.

The original asked for money, but he spread it with both hands, and there was none.

Original owner:? ? ?Shrimp? ?
The whole person is blown up, it's okay to be ridiculed as ugly, she does all this for money, and you don't even have any money.

Empty glove white wolf?

The original owner who has never been taken advantage of has always been taking advantage of others, and the more he thinks about it, the more angry he gets.

That night, after Ruosilan fell asleep, he forced him to come up with an overlord, but Ruosilan was not an ordinary person. Although he lost his memory, he was more than enough to deal with waste like the original owner.

So with a bow and arrow in hand, he shot the original owner right through.

Lying on the ground in embarrassment clutching his bloody chest, the original owner realized that he had picked up an elf.

"How do you want to die?"

He stared at her with a smile all over his face, his lips were red and his teeth were white, red like blood, and white so cold.

Original owner: ...I want to live.

But looking at the man with an evil face, the original owner was terrified. Beads of sweat slid off his face. He shook his body backwards, his ugly face trembling, and begged: "I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, Please."

As if her eyes were irritated by her ugliness, Ruosilan sneered, turned and left the cabin.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared at the edge of the forest that the original owner panted heavily, and then crawled and ran towards the town.

(End of this chapter)