Doomsday boss dressed as an educated youth [MTL]✔

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Chapter 6 Legendary Villains

Not caring what the young man was going to do, Feng Zhiyi hurried in and saw the young man put three old men on dry straw, one old man kneeling beside the other, who was lying on his head with blood all over his head. , took his hand and shouted anxiously.

　　"What's the matter?" Feng Zhiyi hurried over to see the old man with his eyes closed with a faint breath and a face like golden paper.

　　The only old man who was still awake didn't know whether it was rain or tears in his cloudy eyes, "Old Shen, Lao Shen, he seems to be dying!"

　　Feng Zhiyi hurriedly used the pulse input ability for the old man to check his body, and found that the old man's body It was already at the end of the battle, and this would have suffered the double blow of injury, blood loss and cold, and it was really going to die!

　　He injected vitality into him with wood-type abilities to hang his life, just in case, and then injected vitality into another comatose old man to save his life, then got up and ran out, "Old man, hold on, I'll call a doctor right now. !"

　　Although she can also be cured, but the teacher is unknown! And where does the drug come from? She always needs to use the health station in the brigade to hide her eyes and ears.

　　"It's useless, please don't come." The old man's tone was sad or desolate. "We are not allowed to see a doctor in the brigade."

　　Feng Zhiyi, who hurried to the door, stopped suddenly, incredulously. Looking back, "You won't even be allowed to see a doctor?!"

　　Death row prisoners still enjoy humanitarianism. Is it so unreasonable in this age?

　　The old man was numb to the point of nodding calmly, "Okay, hurry up and leave! Otherwise, if you are seen, you will also be punished and criticized. We can endure it if we can, and forget it if we can't.

　　" In other words, the old man's voice was so weak and exhausted that he must have been injured.

　　Hearing the hurried footsteps behind him, Feng Zhiyi turned around and saw that it was the silent young man who was running back in the rain, holding a large pile of torn quilts wrapped in oilcloth.

　　Moreover, she was still carrying the bamboo basket and umbrella that she had thrown on the side of the road earlier.

　　Did he just come looking for a dry quilt?

　　Feng Zhiyi was reminded by him to move, and when he remembered something, he immediately ran out.

　　The boy who was walking inside stopped at his feet and handed the basket and umbrella to her stiffly. He turned back to look blankly at her back in the mist and rain, and then silently put the bamboo basket and umbrella aside. , rip off the tarpaulin, shake off the quilt, spread it on the dry straw, and then put the dry clothes in the quilt for the elderly to change one by one.

　　After changing his clothes, he took a towel and soaked it directly from the rainwater outside the house, and carefully cleaned the wounds one by one for the elderly.

　　Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps approached, and the young man who was wiping the wound of the old man tensed all over his body, his hands froze, and he turned back cautiously, only to see that it was Feng Zhiyi who was carrying a large bag and holding cotton. gone and returned.

　　The boy's tense state was released without a trace, and he turned around and continued to carefully wipe the old man.

　　Feng Zhiyi, who ran in with the quilt, took off the tarpaulin that blocked the rain, and then shook the quilt to cover the old man. The teenager also brought only two tattered quilts, which were not enough for the three old people to keep warm and warm.

　　Feng Zhi suggested that all three old people would be unconscious, so he took out the medicine and hot water in the backpack, squatted in front of the most seriously injured old man, and just as he was about to put the pill into his mouth, a wrist was hit by a The cold big hand grabbed it suddenly!

　　Looking up, he saw the young man staring at her with his swarthy eyes, and said in a low voice with an indifferent expression, "Don't take medicine indiscriminately."

　　Before, when I was busy saving people in the misty rain, I only looked at the silhouette, Feng Zhiyi Only then did he realize that the young Jianmei had very good-looking eyes, and his eyes were dark and deep, like a calm pool. The bones of the face are very straight and the lines are perfect, even if the face is thin and pale, there is still a sense of surprise that makes the heart pound at a glance.

　　Prosperous beauty, lame legs... Feng Zhiyi secretly stabilized his beating heart, is this the legendary villain of the powerful and miserable? But why does it seem that he is such an incomparably rich and thin young man?

　　Fortunately, Feng Zhi has a wide range of opinions and did not lose his temper on the spot. He didn't care that the surprised boy's voice was as cool as his hands, so he quickly explained, "This is the traditional Chinese medicine I used to take when I was sick with a cold. Even if I don't have a cold and fever, it can prevent cold and prevent it. It's very effective. If you don't believe me, I will take one for this medicine. Look!" After speaking

　　, he threw a pill into his mouth and swallowed it with a "gu dong"!

　　In fact, this is the elixir she used in the space at the end of the world, and it is supplemented with a special pill made of wood-type powers, which can save lives and restore her body. She now eats it every day.

　　Otherwise, just because these old people are dying, the cold medicine can't save them at all.

　　The young man didn't seem to have expected her to test the medicine on her own.

　　Feng Zhiyi hurriedly fed the old people a pill, and quietly used supernatural powers to help them absorb the medicinal power, used supernormal powers to drive them away from the cold, and by the way, combed and cleaned up the old diseases in their bodies.

　　Although a treatment of grooming and clearing cannot achieve a curative effect, at least it can slow down and reduce the symptoms of the disease, and the body will get better faster.

　　When he was done, he turned around and saw that the young man was tying a wooden board to an old man's leg, Feng Zhiyi got up and walked over, "Don't tie it for now, I'll see." After

　　saying that, he reached out and touched the old man's calf, using his supernatural power to probe, The bones inside were indeed broken.

　　He used his powers to repair the bones without a trace, and after a while he let go and raised his head to smile at the young man, "It's okay, the injury is not serious, you don't need to tie it up."

　　Afraid that the other party would have diagnosed it long ago, Feng Zhiyi did not say that the bones were not injured, but only said that the bones were not injured. not heavy. And she didn't cure the bruising on the skin, otherwise it would be too obvious.

　　The young man reached out and touched the old man's calf again, his black eyes filled with indistinct doubts, and he glanced at her quietly. He just felt that the bone seemed to be broken or misplaced. recovered?

　　Feng Zhijian did not speak, but looked at the bleeding wound on the old man's head. Fortunately, it was not serious. After thinking about it, I still held back and didn't take out the gauze wound medicine.

　　The people in the bullpen were not allowed to seek medical treatment in this brigade, and they were not allowed to be found out that they had been treated. Anyway, they used life-saving medicine, and no matter how serious the injury will be, they will slowly recover, and there will be no worries about their lives.

　　Feng Zhiyi saw that the lips of several old people were chapped, and he unscrewed the kettle. He was about to feed them some warm water to make them feel better when a hurried and messy footsteps came from afar.

　　And I could vaguely hear, "... Right there, in the old shed behind the pigsty, someone is contacting the bad guys!" The

　　young man's expression changed suddenly, he pulled Feng Zhiyi up, and quickly stuffed the bamboo basket and umbrella into the In her hand, she pushed her to the corner of the old shed and removed a pile of straw, revealing a hole.

　　The young man was about to push her into the hole again and again, and looked back at the old quilt she was holding, "Will this be recognized?"

　　Feng Zhiyi instantly understood what he meant, and immediately shook his head, "No! This is what I put under the sheet, no one has seen it."

　　In fact, Zhinao temporarily made a shabby-looking quilt for her, otherwise the new and good quilt might kill the old man.

　　Feng Zhiyi also knew what the boy meant by this, but what she didn't understand was, "No, we are just saving people. The cowshed collapsed, even if we don't save, the brigade still needs to be rescued, right? What's wrong with this? What's so shameful?" The

　　boy looked at her with deep eyes, "They won't reason with you."

　　After speaking, he pushed her outside.

　　Feng Zhiyi, who stumbled out of the shed, quickly asked again, "What about you?" The

　　teenager immediately moved the straw over to block her view, and a faint voice came from inside, "It's okay, I'm also a bad guy.

　　" , the young man quickly turned around and sat beside several old people.

　　The next second, a large group of figures appeared at the door against the light.

　　And behind the old shed, Feng Zhiyi, who was pushed into the wind and rain, was a little confused. Is he also a bad guy? If she remembered correctly, one of the bad guys of this era is the landlord, right?

　　So, is he really the villain in the book who finally wiped out the entire Mengzhuang Brigade? The villain who hasn't been blackened yet, and who will help her, a passerby, to treat the elderly together, and fight the danger and responsibility alone?

　　Feng Zhiyi stabilized his mind, and when he saw no one around, he hid in the gaps in the haystacks, then ducked to the space to take advantage of the time difference, quickly changed into clean clothes, and then pretended to be the onlookers passing by unintentionally. Go round to the front to see what's going on.

　　Passing by the collapsed cowshed, Feng Zhiyi paused when she saw that the place where she threw a large bunch of mountain flowers was actually clean, not even a single petal.

　　She clearly remembered that she was busy saving people at that time, so a large bunch of flowers were thrown away at will, not to mention that they were scattered into mud in the wind and rain, even the petals were flying everywhere, right?

　　So, this is the way the teenager cleaned her up when he ran out to get the quilt? To pluck her out of this thing? Don't let people suspect that she is involved with the people in the bullpen?

　　Is this really the black-hearted villain of Wolf Slayer? So careful and gentle? What a warm and caring little angel!

　　Feng Zhiyi moved to the front subtly, but from a distance he happened to see the young man being tied back and shoved out the door. A group of mighty people, not knowing where to go.

　　The others were all wearing hoods and hats, or holding umbrellas, and the worst ones were wearing oiled paper. Only the silent young man, alone in the rain, stumbled and stumbled, and was kicked and pushed by others from time to time.

　　The man in the lead was beating gongs and drums, his excited voice trembled in the rain, and drifted into every household along the wind and rain, saying that he was going to hold a critique/fight meeting to criticize/fight bad elements and give them ideological education.

　　Feng Zhiyi stood in an inconspicuous corner, and the light-white fingers holding the umbrella handle slowly tightened: If it wasn't for the timely response of the young man just now, who is now tied, kicked, and humiliated, would it be her?

　　But now she jumped out and admitted that she also had a share, not only living up to the boy's intentions, but also meaningless and useless.

　　Feng Zhiyi felt stuffy in his chest, and squinted at the arrogant, hanging-cornered eyes, his mouth was not clean and convicted, and he had a face of saving others.

　　His eyes fell on the kneeless weeds on the side of the road, Feng Zhiyi's mouth curled slightly, his fingers moved slightly, a touch of greenness passed through the cluttered weeds and landed on a weed on the roadside in front of Diaojiaoyan.

　　When Diaojiaoyan passed by, he was still beating gongs and drums to inform him that he was caught off guard and stumbled. The whole person jumped forward, threw himself in the muddy water, his forehead hit a stone, and he knocked out a shrill sound. The screams ripped through the rain curtain, and the members who were still staying at home with their ears pricked up listening to the announcement of the gongs and drums suddenly jolted and ran out to see what was going on.

　　The members who were pressing the young man at the scene of the incident were dumbfounded for a moment by the sudden change, and then startled by the shrill screams, they hurriedly helped them up, and saw the hanging eyes on their foreheads. He broke through the hole and bleed, and quickly sent it to the health center.

　　Only the boy who was tied behind his back remained alone, turning his head as if he had felt it, only to see a piece of clothes that disappeared in the misty rain on the street corner.