I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

Although he didn't know why Jiang Du was here, Song Miluo didn't worry about asking, what he was worried about was his wallet.

"We don't bully children, so I just want to ask this kid." Song Miluo pulled out the kid hiding behind Jiang Du: "Where's my wallet?"

Jiang Du snatched the child back from Song Miluo's hands.

The child is very good at reading people's faces, seeing Jiang Du backing him up, he straightened his neck and said, "I didn't see it!"

The blind child pursed his lips timidly: "Xiao Zheng, are you stealing again?"

"Brother, I don't have one." The child continued to quibble.

"Qin Zhengming, think about it carefully, and admit it honestly if you take it, you won't be wronged if you don't take your big brother." Jiang Du said, seeing that he was also a child, but he taught the younger children a lesson. Time is extraordinarily majestic.

The little boy looked at Jiang Du, then at Song Miluo and Yuan Xingche who had called at the door.

The child named Qin Zhengming took out a small package from his pocket, put it next to Jiang Du's ear, and said in a low voice, "If you want to be beaten or punished, come to me. Don't touch my brother, and don't let him know."

Qin Zhengming closed his eyes, bent his neck, and stood in front of Song Miluo.

Song Miluo took the wallet from his hand, then raised his hand.

Jiang Du originally wanted to stop him, but when he saw Song Miluo's movements clearly, he let him do so.

Song Miluo bent his finger and flicked Qin Zhengming's forehead: "Okay, we're settled."

Qin Zhengming, who was covering his head, opened his eyes wide.

"Put aside the child's concerns first, why are you here?" Yuan Xingche asked.

Jiang Du groaned: "I vaguely remember that these two children lived here, so I came to look for them."

"How long have you been looking for?" Yuan Xingche asked, these days Jiang Du has been leaving early and returning late, even taking care of Dai Ma is mostly left to Xiong Hu.

"It's not long, just three days." He spoke like a campus hooligan.

In other words, during the three days Jiang Du came to Yuzhong base, he spent all of it looking for these two children.

"What does this child have to do with you?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"I owe him my life, even if it was owed in my previous life, I have to pay it back in this life." Jiang Du said, and he led the blind child out.

Song Miluo thought for a moment.

"This child's surname is Qin, and it's still a big name. It's called Zhengming..." Song Miluo bowed: "Little friend, is your name Qin Doutian?"

Zombie eyes.

Owner of vision abilities.

Jiang Du's right-hand man.

On the bank of the Yellow River, Jiangdu's zombies turned back for the first time, and they were the ones who found a way out for Jiangdu.

Song Miluo only remembered his name and had never met him before, but the legends in the last days always said that Qin Doutian was a lunatic like Jiang Du, otherwise he would not have followed the rhythm of the perverted Jiang Du so naturally?

The blind boy looks only eleven or twelve years old now, very thin and white.

When he died, he was at most 17 years old.

"Yes." Qin Doutian turned his ear to the direction of Song Miluo who was asking the question.

His eyes really can't see... so... the dreaded Zombie's Eye is a blind little boy.

After not hearing Song Miluo's answer for a long time, Qin Doutian moved awkwardly and scratched forward, but he couldn't catch anything, and Jiang Du still held his hand.

"He just asked." Only Jiang Du knew how Qin Doutian got so close to him.

It's just the same gentle child who keeps being hurt, the wound scabs over, gets hurt again, the wound scabs again, and finally the scab is tempered into armor.

Two people wear the same armor and think each other is the same person.

A few people were standing and talking when a man with a big belly and a gold ring on his finger came over.

"Xiao Zheng, why didn't you go to Master's place to pay the tribute money yesterday? There are a dozen children, but you are the only one missing." The man also brought two strong men behind him.

Song Miluo was standing there with the wallet in his hand, and the man smiled ambiguously: "Why, we have guests today."

"Not a guest." Qin Zhengming said with an awkward face.

"Master taught you crafts, you should know how to be filial, you are so sensible." The man said, the two strong men behind him had already arched their bodies and got into the house of the two children.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Du shouted coldly.

There were no zombies in the survivor's base, which suppressed Jiangdu's ability from one aspect. If it was a one-on-two, he really couldn't beat two big men in physical skills.

But he couldn't let the two little ones suffer.

And there are two big ones here, he looked at Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo, how could these two not make him suffer.

The two people who entered the room flipped through the room randomly.

"Uncle Zhao, there is nothing." When the two came out, their hands were empty.

"Little dispute?" Uncle Zhao's voice suddenly dropped.

Although he knew that the visitor was not kind, Yuan Xingche just waited and watched the changes.

"Do you know the consequences of embezzlement?" Uncle Zhao asked.

Xiao Zheng was so scared that he was at a loss. He wanted to hide behind someone, but he would not touch anyone. He was afraid that whoever he touched would suffer disaster with him.

Uncle Zhao found many children in the slums and taught them the skills of stealing. They called Uncle Zhao a master.

Children who follow him to learn those stealing techniques know that if they fail to send tribute money to Uncle Zhao on time every day, Uncle Zhao will destroy their fingers.

Qin Zhengming clenched his hands tightly, but his fingers couldn't help shaking.

"No, I don't want, don't break my fingers." Qin Zhengming said, he wanted to escape, but before his body moved, he was caught by a strong man.

"Run? Where are you going to run?" Uncle Zhao said, and took out a pair of pliers from his waist. The shape was very unique. It was said to be pliers, but the head was like scissors, with sharp blades.

"No!" Qin Zhengming struggled, and he had seen Uncle Zhao use the pliers to pinch off someone's index finger.

He doesn't want that.

"Xiao Zheng..." Qin Doutian was confused, he couldn't see, but his younger brother's painful voice was in his ears, he wanted to grab his younger brother, but he tripped when he took a step forward.

The bewildered voices of the two children seemed to please Uncle Zhao.

"If I don't give you some flair, who will listen to me in the future." Uncle Zhao said with a smile in his voice.

Yuan Xingche raised his kick and kicked Uncle Zhao's back. The kick was too strong. Seeing Uncle Zhao lying on the muddy ground with muddy water on his face and body, he even struggled twice in the muddy ground. Hardly got up.

"Handsome." Song Miluo blinked aside and gave Yuan Xingche a thumbs up.

"Generally, there are more handsome ones," Yuan Xingche said.

Seeing the boss being kicked onto the muddy floor, the two strong men who restrained Qin Zhengming rolled up their sleeves, one went to help Uncle Zhao, and the other went up to show Yuan Xingche some color.

Song Miluo whispered, "Come on, give it another kick."

He wanted to see kicking someone, Yuan Xingche smiled, and kicked again, the strong man was also kicked out, he only felt pain as if the bone was broken where Yuan Xingche kicked, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Behind him were his two companions. Seeing that Uncle Zhao, who had just been lifted up, fell on the muddy water again, with two strong men piled on top of him.

"Still handsome?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"Handsome." Song Miluo nodded repeatedly.

Qin Zhengming was so frightened that his legs limp, and before he fell to the ground, he was held back by Jiang Du.

Jiang Du held a child in one hand.

"Xiao Zheng? Xiao Zheng!" Qin Doutian groped around, and finally touched his brother's hand beside Jiang Du.

It's so pitiful for two lonely children to cling to each other.

Yuan Xingche couldn't imagine why someone would bully them in this world.

The three people on the ground stood up while rolling and crawling.

"Are you a supernatural being?" In this world, only supernatural beings can be so arrogant.

Uncle Zhao dared to break off a child's finger, but he didn't dare to pull out a tiger's beard from a supernatural being.

"If you plan to cover these two children, please speak up earlier. It's not worth the trouble now." Uncle Zhao said.

Yuan Xingche stood in front of everyone: "It's not these two children."

"Aren't there more than a dozen children in your place?" Song Miluo said.

"But these dozen or so children were created by me carefully..." Uncle Zhao said, cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents.

"It's only been a few days since the end of the world. People's children are raised by their parents. How long have you been fucked?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"You can't say that, aren't they waiting to eat..." Uncle Zhao was still bargaining with Yuan Xingche with a muddy face.

Yuan Xingche couldn't hold back a sneer: "Are they waiting to eat? Or are you waiting to eat?"

The population of Yuzhong base is too large, and it is always unsafe for several children to live there.

Bullying is cowardly, and taking advantage of children is unforgivable.

Yuan Xingche said: "Today you accept these children and I will take over all of them. If you let me know that you dare to teach bad children in the future, I will definitely chop you up."

"Okay..." Uncle Zhao said, the mud blocked his ferocious expression.

"Wait." Jiang Du shouted.

Uncle Zhao was stunned for a moment, he glanced at Yuan Xingche, staring at him firmly, he didn't dare to move.

"What else do you want?" Uncle Zhao asked again.

Jiang Du walked over and picked up the scissors' finger pliers on the ground. He held both ends of the pliers with both hands, tried his strength, and smiled when he heard the sound of the pliers whistling.

"Yuan Xingche, I'm asking you something." Jiang Du said.

"Tell me." Yuan Xingche said.

"Grab his hands for me, don't let him move around." Jiang Du's eyes were full of revenge.

Uncle Zhao looked at Jiang Du who looked like a demon, "You look like a teenager, why do you have such a vicious heart?"

Uncle Zhao yelled, before he felt the terror coming, he was obviously very old, and he behaved similarly to Qin Zhengming, wanting to escape and struggle.

"Okay." Yuan Xingche agreed, and as soon as he agreed, the middle-aged man who tried to cut off other people's fingers with pliers just now was ashamed as if he had been sentenced to death.

"This garbage man, do you remember how many children's fingers were cut off? Can you still remember their cries? They begged you for mercy and cried bitterly. Have you ever felt any compassion? Hehehe." Jiang Du laughed back angrily.

The whistling sound of the pliers opening and closing rang in my ears.

Yuan Xingche pressed his neck with one hand, and grabbed his wrists with the other.

Song Miluo turned the two children around, with their backs facing each other.

"Ten, don't keep one, okay?" Jiang Du asked softly, still in a gentle questioning tone, surrounding people's ears like a spell.

But no matter what kind of begging and begging for mercy, the tears flowed down, it seemed that they couldn't soften him a bit.