Violent nurse of Douluo continent

In the dim cabin, only the computer screen was dimly lit. The girl squatted on the seat, her eyes reflected the game page on the computer screen, her fingertips kept clicking the mouse, her eyes focused and her expression serious.

The atmosphere lasted for half an hour, until the gorgeous victory logo was displayed on the screen. The girl let out a sigh of relief, released the mouse, raised her hand to take off her earphones, and looked at the result with satisfaction: "It's no wonder it's Sister Diao Chan of the national server, too. You show off, you don’t even need my milk.”

The girl rubbed her eyes, which were already full of dark circles, but she looked at the national uniform Cai Wenji displayed on the screen and showed a happy smile: "Hey, hey, it's me, the beautiful girl flying on the battlefield ~ Lively Cai."

Just when she was happy, her stomach growled unsatisfactorily, causing a look of embarrassment on the girl's face. She lazily got down from the chair, reached for the deflated wallet at the foot of the bed, opened it, and found that only The next two are Mao Zedong's. It has just been paid not long ago, and it has not yet reached the end of the month, and it is almost exhausted.

With a grimace on her face, the girl took out a piece of Mao Zedong and glanced at the Wu Zetian she had just bought on the game page. She muttered in a low voice, "If I had known better, I wouldn't have charged so much money to draw the Glory Crystal."

But you still have to eat. The girl sighed, turned on the light in the room, and looked at the thin-cheeked man in front of the mirror. He had good facial features, big eyes and a high nose bridge. Unfortunately, the dark circles under his eyes affected his appearance too much. Her shiny hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a few days. The girl couldn't help but look disgusted. She cleaned herself up briefly, then put on a mask and went downstairs to buy midnight snacks.

The advantage of living on the street is that it is convenient to buy things. The girl wore a hat to hide her shiny hair. While standing in front of the stall waiting for the boss, she couldn't stop looking around.

Whenever a boy with a good face passed by, the girl couldn't help lowering the brim of her hat. Her inferiority complex made her want to stay far away. She took the barbecue packed in a bag from the boss and left as if running away.

The tempting aroma of barbecue in the bag made the girl swallow her saliva and speed up her pace to go home.

An old man in black stood on the girl's only way home, holding a crutch in his hand. His body was stooped, and it seemed that his whole back could not be straightened at all.

The girl couldn't help but feel sad for the old man. Such an old man seemed to have some difficulty walking, but he was still outside in the middle of the night with no one around, so she guessed that his children were unfilial.

Just as the girl was thinking wildly and was about to pass by the old man, the dark crutch was lifted up by the old man, blocking the girl's way.

My heart skipped a beat, thinking that this person wouldn't want to touch porcelain.

The girl hurriedly backed away from the old man and kept a distance. She watched carefully, feeling confused for a while. Just as she was about to go around the old man from the other side, the old man slowly raised his head. His eyes were bright and lively, without the turbidity of old age. Just in time to meet the girl's eyes.

The girl felt as if her body was frozen, unable to move an inch. The strong pressure made the girl unable to breathe, and her eyes were wide open with only fear.

"You don't deserve this. Since it's my fault, it's up to me to make up for it."

The old voice was hoarse when it reached the girl's ears. She felt like the world was spinning, sleepiness swept over her consciousness, and her eyes were completely dark.

The barbecue spilled on the ground had not been touched yet and was exuding aroma. A passerby picked it up and threw it into the trash can with a frown.