Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 894 Ancestor Wanfu (10)

There was a hole in the middle of the tie rod at the gate of the community, and all three railings were broken. Zhou Shisi walked up to him without doing anything, and kicked the iron fence away with his feet.

He didn't care about the Aowu who had been following behind him, he walked on his own, stopped at the northernmost side of the community, and then turned around to look at Aowu.

"Still following?"

He had a bad tone.

Aowu looked at him, then fished in his pocket, finally took out a yellow gold ingot, and handed it directly to him.

"Accommodation expenses, living expenses, these are enough for us to survive for a while, and if they are not enough, ask me for them."

Thursday Fourteen stared at the gold in his hand.

"Neuropathy."

After leaving this sentence, he turned and went upstairs without hesitation.

Aowu stood downstairs and watched him leave, and did not continue to chase.Because he knew the brat wouldn't let him in.

But if you have the money, there is a way, so don't worry.

Between the rooftops on the fifth floor, Zhou Shisi took four steps towards the upper floor and went up the stairs easily.

Taking out the key to open the door, the room smelled like alcohol, and the overly dark environment made the not-so-spacious room look even more cramped.

Zhou Shisi casually threw his schoolbag into the darkness, and walked in directly in the dark.

There were a lot of things in the room, and he kicked the drum under his feet casually. The red drum head was mounted on the guitar, and it made a "dong" sound, directly breaking the silent and cold environment in front of him.

He smeared and sat down, followed by nothing else. There was an unopened bottle of beer in his hand. The boy touched it and opened it with one hand. The alcohol slipped into his stomach. It didn't have the effect of paralyzing the nerves at first, but the more he drank it more sober.

The tip of his nose was still filled with all kinds of smells mixed together. Zhou Si felt a little nauseous. The alcohol was fermenting in his stomach. The sudden sharp pain made him curl up into a ball, his slender and soft waist bent into a shrimp, He groaned and rolled on the sofa, but made no other sounds.

When he got used to the sudden abdominal pain, he didn't care at all whether he had gastritis or stomach bleeding.

He closed his eyes and stopped moving, allowing the pain to invade his whole body. He still lay down and fell asleep as usual. He fell asleep this time, and he didn't know if he would wake up tomorrow.

who cares.

When you wake up, live another day.

When you die, you die.

He hoped that he could die on a winter night like this, so that his body would rot slowly, giving people enough time to find him, at least not letting those disgusting paparazzi find him, the last photo he took The photo shows her face covered with rot and stench.

The inexplicable optimism made him fall asleep quickly.

The bright moon outside seals the window, and a golden light flows in from the outside.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Aowu looked at this figure curled up on the sofa, feeling inexplicably sad in his heart.

Just a kid.

The previous few lifetimes had not ended well, and now he is still thinking of beheading him.

Even if Zhou Ye is guilty, what does that have to do with the child?
He is innocent, and no one can put the blame on him when he comes.

Aowu shook his head, silently tidied up the messy room in front of him, and put a stack of money on the table near dawn, with a note under the money.

"I owe this to your mother, and I will pay it back to you now. Live well, your mother has really paid a lot to keep you alive."

(End of this chapter)