Migrant workers who entered the system refused to work overtime

Chapter 11 Life is full of surprises

Song's father walked in front, turning his head twice in three steps; Chen Tong followed behind, stamping his feet in two steps.

She supported Rosin, never letting go of her guard.The front and the back have always maintained a distance of three feet, and it seems that some kind of tacit agreement has been reached.

Chen Tong didn't know what Song's father was thinking, but thought he was a little weird.It seemed that the mouthful of blood had spit out most of his energy, even though his skin and bones still looked young and strong, it was hard to hide his sense of depression.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Chen Tong rolled his eyes in his heart, asking if he knew why.

"Then Zhixi doesn't want to ask me?"

He stopped and waited patiently for Chen Tong's answer.

The red gold fell in the sky, and the shadows of the three people were infinitely enlarged, and the branches with fangs and claws were like thorns growing in the shadows, firmly holding the pace of several people.

Chen Tong is most annoying about guessing people's thoughts, let alone this kind.

So until the last ray of light fell from the sky, Father Song didn't wait for the expected response.The golden glow cast by the sun dissipated with itself, replaced by a silver-white moon rising from the western mountain.

"Forget it, it's my fault after all, let's go home."

His back seemed to be a little shorter, for fear that Song Zhixi would say "no"; Rosin kept holding her arm, and the strong grip from his wrist always reminded Chen Tong of the violent things the person in front of him had done. act.

Chen Tong, who was in the center of the storm, felt as if he had fallen into a strange circle, something flashed by but he couldn't grasp it.Seeing that the main line hadn't moved and fell into this mess, Chen Tong only felt that the first one of his was bigger than the two.

Squeeze, but squeeze hard.

Interns don't deserve a normal status, right?

What surprised her the most was Rosin, the strength of this girl's hand... Before wrestling with her junior brother, the child's wrist strength was about the same as hers.

But Chen Tong, who can easily win Niannian, can't break loose from Rosin.

what does that mean?This means that one force can be skillfully used to produce three effects, which means that Rosin must be a practitioner.

Then you guessed that Father Song wanted to kill her just now, why didn't she resist?She clearly has that strength!
The only possibility...

Rosin may be a boy who can tolerate a thief.

It's hard to explain Father Song's face change.

He said that he killed Song Xiang because Song Zhixi ran away, but the master and servant clearly didn't even leave the gate in the north of the city.With the authorization given to Song Xiang by Song's father, he should know that he will go out with Song Xiang and dominate.

Chen Tong thought about it, but he always felt that he couldn't connect anywhere.

Think back to key points...

Fuck!Could it be that Father Song knew that it was her who ran away?

Only by separating himself from Song Zhixi can he have the conditions to make Song's father angry!And Song's father is the main tasker in Xiao A's mouth... In other words, he is in the wolf's den!
And it is likely to have been exposed!

Chen Tong was horrified, but before she could make a move, Rosin grabbed her arm that was being clamped, and instead slashed at her neck with a knife.But Chen Tong had practiced it anyway, and used his numb body to make a bow to narrowly escape, and took advantage of the opportunity to shake off the clamped right arm, and turned to stand still.

Hiss, an unavoidable contest.

From the corner of the eye, he saw that Song's father didn't know what he was thinking, and only saw that his brows were tightly frowned, as if there was a kind of anger that was meddled.

Are the two together? !
Chen Tong could only concentrate on dealing with possible attacks from both sides.In the end, Rosin couldn't hold his breath first, his right hand formed a claw, and his left hand formed a hook. He jumped and kicked.Chen Tong's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. It seemed that she was about to be hit by her, but in fact, the host and the guest were switched, easily unloading the force, binding her hands with one hand, and clamping her legs and knees with both legs, so that she could not use force at an angle. twisted.

This move seemed cruel, but only Chen Tong knew that although the kick was aimed at her chassis, the hook and claw were aimed at her throat and at her heart.

Rosin is going to kill me!

"I'm sorry, I won't be offended if people don't offend me." Chen Tong muttered an offense, "click" twice, and took off her arms without any waves.

If it's really a misunderstanding, it's not too late to pick it up.

One is dealt with, another remains.

Chen Tong made a gesture towards Song's father, and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you explain, Mr. Song?"

Song's father, who was named, turned from gratification to regret in an instant, "It's a pity that now is not the time."

Chen Tong:?

Song's father, who let go of his worries, touched his cheap daughter's dog's head from the air. The rippling and loving face didn't look fake, and Chen Tong was a little out of control.

"No, what do you mean..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by raising his hand, "Shh, God knows."

???

What the hell!I can't fight anymore!

The minions are still curled up on the ground, are you surrendering?

Father Song took out an oil-paper bag from his arms, walked briskly to Chen Tong, and stretched out his hand to wipe the unknown khaki substance on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that Song Hongchun was very stubborn about wiping something on her face, Chen Tong took two steps back from the frog, and then looked at the thing in his hand with a look of disgust, "Let me explain first, what is this?"

"It's mud."

The honest and honest Father Song stated the truth.

Chen Tong was speechless, "So you used this thing to paint my face?"

Isn't this the same as monkeys and mud-painted Tang monks?

Father Song sighed, and tears fell as soon as he said it, "Zhixi, you are so skinny."

Chen Tong touched his face subconsciously, "Where?"

"temple."

"Hey, don't pull it!"

Song Hongchun watched Song Zhixi pull a small piece of elastic mud from his ear, and felt even more sad.

The flesh-colored mud he finally mixed up, although it would not be blown to pieces, at least it looked the same.Zhixi doesn't cherish so much, it seems that he doesn't know how rare his own flesh is.

The prodigal Chen Tong stared at the mud in his hands and fell into thought.

Good fellow, she is a clay figurine!

Thinking that he had entered the body of a clay figurine, Chen Tong felt that the internship was hopeless.I thought that Gou A would stuff her into a fool's body for convenience, but I never thought, haha, she is not human at all!
"Come here quickly, Shuishengmu won't be in the world for too long, so I have to quickly fill that piece with grave mud." Father Song coaxed her in a low voice, while slowly approaching, for fear that Song Zhixi would jump another three feet away.

Chen Tong sighed.

This time she was really numb——

"What is the aquatic tree?"

Father Song slapped his thigh, maybe he was anxious to tell the truth just now, "Ahem, you are a clay figurine. Clay figurines need water and wood to make their bones, otherwise they won't be able to stand."

There is not a single part of the emotional body that is genuine.

With the evidence in front of him, Chen Tongsheng sat on the stone pier in front of his house without love and let Song's father wipe his face.Don't even mention it, Father Song's craftsmanship is really unreliable.

Although inexplicably like her old lady's way of spreading pancakes.

"Don't think I don't know, Song Xiang is with you! You can't beat me and come here to show weakness." Chen Tong turned his face viciously, because Song's father said that there was also a scar on the face next to him.

"How did you see it?" Father Song's eyes dimmed.

Now Rosin obeys orders, but not a mortal like him.

　I have a recommendation, let's see if I can get more... I have to save the manuscript, my head is bald.By the way, no one is curious about what Chen Tong's talent is?

　　


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