President Ling got slapped in the face again today

If there were no accidents, he would probably be free soon.

"Cough cough cough..."

Hearing the faint cough next to her, Long Xiaoru was quiet for a moment.

A few minutes later, there was a rustling sound from the opposite wall, which was similar to the sound made by woodworms eating wood.

Ling Li itself has strong anti-interference ability, and now his body is sick and tired, so he doesn't want to pay attention to it.

In the middle of the night, the sound of 'gnawing' stopped, and there was a furtive cry from the opposite wall: "Shh, shhhh..."

"Uncle!"

Through the thumb-sized hole dug out on the wall, Long Xiaoru clipped the hairpin she just used to dig the hole back on her head, and was quite satisfied with the results of her day's hard work.

Sure enough, there is someone in the same situation as her on the opposite side. At this time, what is needed most is the communication between "the same people who have fallen from the end of the world".

Long Xiaoru saw a thin man lying on the bed, with a disheveled face and a beard. At first, she thought he was some international art master, but looking at his frail appearance, he looked more like a The sick young man who is going back to the west soon.

"My god, the wicked Mo has become so wicked that he tortured people like this!" Long Xiaoru couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

She would instinctively sympathize with the weak, so that she didn't even consider the ending she might face in the future.

Ling Li hugged himself tightly, glanced at the corner of the wall, there was a layer of dust after 'construction', a big black and white eye protruded from a small hole the size of a thumb, staring at him curiously without blinking .

After only watching for a few seconds, he felt exhausted and was about to fall asleep again.

"Hey, uncle, don't sleep, wake up, hold on for a while, I still have a lot of things to ask you,"

Seeing that Ling Li was almost exhausted and unable to struggle, Long Xiaoru was filled with sympathy, and said kindly: "Then do you have anything to tell me?"

People who have never experienced life and death, their mentality is always stable. Although she sympathizes fiercely, it is really hard to say that she is sad. The place where she spends the most tears in her life is on TV dramas.

Therefore, even though she is 'in jail', she still has the heart to complain,
On the other side of the wall, she muttered to herself: "They can't imprison a homeless man here, right? For a person of status like me, the neighbor next door should also be a character."

She leaned over again: "Hey, uncle, are you dying soon? Do you have any last wishes? There are such plots in martial arts novels. It's either the inheritance of a hundred years of skill, or the handing over of Wanguan's family wealth. What is there to ask for? ... There is always something you are worried about, come on, I am ready."

She is enthusiastic, and she wants to make a fortune when people go to cool down the tea. This is the same kind of dark psychology as taking advantage of the fire to rob.

You are so small, you have a lot of ideas.

If he hadn't heard a cough just now, Long Xiaoru would have thought that the person lying on the bed had already seen the Buddha, because his aura was too weak, there was not a trace of ups and downs on his body, and he was full of lifelessness.

She watched in the cave for a long time, but Ling Li didn't respond to her. She felt that she was bored, so she leaned against the wall in frustration, and said to herself, "Uncle, are you desperate? I've been locked up here for a while." It's Sunday, Mo Qing, father and daughter, just wait, my father will never let them go."

"I'm still so young, I don't want to die, I haven't been in love yet."

The little girl's mind is pure. When she was about to die, the first thing that came to her mind was that she had never been in a relationship. If her old father heard this, he didn't know how to feel about it.

I guess I don't want to save it. If conditions permit, I will work harder and give birth to one.

Judging by her appearance, she should be under 12 years old. She just wants to fall in love. It seems that she doesn't have too much homework.

"Uncle, are you on the verge of dying? What do you believe in? My mother believes in Buddhism, and she often burns incense and worships Buddha, praying for my father and me. If you believe in Buddhism, you can mention my mother's name when you get to the top. Ma Xiaoran, maybe you can live a better life. If you come to the bottom, then mention my dad's name, but don't think that my dad is some heinous devil. He is just too strong and can suppress the Quartet. Cheng, you have heard that people in the Jianghu are called Uncle Long."

"After I go out from here, I'll burn incense sticks for you. Let's take it as a blessing for us to be neighbors for a few days."

"Oh, by the way, what's your name? I'll set up a monument for you when the time comes. But you have to bless me to be happy in the future. Find a handsome man to be my husband. It is necessary to be undressed, gentle and considerate, to be civilized, and to be polite."

"But my dad doesn't allow me to fall in love early, so at this stage, you can bless me with less homework."

"I miss Dafu and Dagui in my family very much now. Their babies will be born in a few days. My elder sister can't accompany the delivery at this time. Dagui is so sad. I have an appointment next week. When Xiaohui was watching a movie, she even brought her brother over here. Her brother is a school girl in No. [-] Middle School, but he is still young and lacks a bit of masculinity, so he is not my type."

"When it comes to food, I'm hungry, but my mother's braised pork..."

"It turns out that I still have so many regrets in my life. Uncle, do you have any regrets? I heard that when people are about to die, they pretend to be things that they can't let go of. Beloved person,"

"If I confess here, Mo Qing and his daughter will not be spared even if I am a ghost. Why should I want to die so that they can live well? And these dog legs who work for them are cruel and merciless. There is no good thing. My arms are broken..."

"Your father is Uncle Long?" A low-pitched voice came from the small hole,
Long Xiaoru was too fascinated by the chant just now, and when she turned her head to look, she almost scared her soul away: "Ah!! You are crazy, you shouldn't do it when you are called, and now you are going to sneak attack."

Leaning fiercely against the wall, because Long Xiaoru's height only reaches his chest, the height of the hole requires him to bend over halfway, which is more difficult than standing,
He raised his bony fingers to make a silent gesture, and said in a low voice, "I can get you out, but you have to listen to me."

Long Xiaoru looked at the fierce and hard breathing, she was really afraid that she could send him away even if she breathed hard, so she subconsciously covered her mouth and nose with her hands, and asked in a very suspicious voice: "You save me? How can you save me?" ?” If I speak louder, I can directly send you away.

Ling Li lay at the entrance of the cave and tried to whisper to Long Xiaoru for a long time, feeling that his body had reached its limit, he asked, "Do you remember?"

Long Xiaoru nodded dubiously, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Sharp!"

Afterwards, Ling Li bang fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

"Ah!!! Help, dead man, dead man, you guys are crazy, lock a dead man next door to me, this miss is really unlucky for eight lifetimes, to fall into your hands."

"Oh my god, come and smell it yourself, it's all smelly,"

"Let me tell you, if something happens to me, see if my dad doesn't kill you, vomit~~"

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, people are dead, people are dead..."

Long Xiaoru started her horn bombing mode, and soon two people came over and waved electric batons at the iron door window to warn Long Xiaoru.

Long Xiaoru shrank back, and continued to curse: "You bastards, let me out quickly, I don't want to stay with the stinking corpse next door, let me out!"

The guards opened Ling Li's door and saw that Ling Li had fallen to the ground. He poked him with a stick and found that he was not hard and still breathing, but his body had a high fever.

"Here, do you still want to send him for treatment? The lady said before that you don't care about him."

"That's right. Miss hasn't been here for more than half a year. I guess she's not interested in him. Lock him up. We'll collect the body when he dies."

The two guards were about to close the door, when Long Xiaoru, who was beside her, said eccentrically from the entrance of the cave: "I would like to remind you, we are also young ladies, sometimes we put away the things we are tired of, and wait for the day when we have a whim." Come out to play, if your lady really doesn't care about his life, you can just bury him directly, why did you leave it here to dry for so long?"

The two guards glanced at each other, feeling that what Long Xiaoru said was not unreasonable,
A short and fat guard walked up to the entrance of the cave. The height was only a little short for him, but he still pretended to bend over and pouted his buttocks to look at Long Xiaoru next door, "Why are you everywhere? Howling!" It's Sunday, aren't you tired?"

Long Xiaoru rolled her eyes, not at all afraid: "I only do one thing a day, why am I tired? It's okay if I don't howl, let me out, or else this infectious disease will kill me, I see How do you explain it?"

"Shut up!" Humpty Humpty directly blocked the small hole with a wooden peg, and the two of them worked together to lift Ling Li out.

Naturally, they didn't dare to do anything to Long Xiaoru. Everyone knew the importance of this aunt, but she was too noisy and energetic, and it was difficult for them to deal with it. They could only deal with it coldly and violently. Everyone ignored her. Let's see how long he can bounce around in this dark environment.

After all, Lingli is a case of their successful rectification.

When Ling Li first came in, he was also a thorny head full of hostility and refused to give in, but now, he was carried out.

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Ling Li had a very long dream. He dreamed that Cai Ping cut his hair when he was a child, and said that his hair was black and smooth, but it was not as soft and hard as ordinary children, and it was as difficult as his temper, so he must be in time. Trim it, or you'll look like a fried hedgehog.

Every time after cutting his hair, she would also help him cut his nails by the way.

At that time, he knew that his mother's hands were warm and soft, but the joints were rough.