[BL MTL] The scumbag attack is no longer scumbag [quick wear]

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Chapter 71

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fter the nightmare beast devoured Wen Xiuyu's dream, another person came to find him.

The young man is about twenty-two or three years old. He is wearing the coarse linen clothes of ancient rural areas. His appearance is dusty, but it can't hide his beauty. He has picturesque eyebrows and a red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. He has a slender figure, and the weak wind supports the willows. His eyes were full of tears, pitiful and pitiful, which made people feel no pity, but there was a tiredness and decay that could not be healed. Meng Xiangbei even saw blue and purple on his exposed skin. The marks left after being beaten.

"He forgot the vow he made to me, and he forgot he said he would treat me well forever..." The beauty wept with blood.

Meng Xiangbei accepted his commission and began to weave dreams.

Meng Xiangbei hadn't opened his eyes yet, his head was a little groggy, as if he was drunk, and there was a wave of irritability and violence in his chest, and he wanted to do something to vent it out.

He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was holding a wooden stool in his hand and trying to smash it towards the opposite side.

He raised his eyes and saw a frightened face.

He was a young man of about twenty-two or three years old, wearing gray patched coarse cloth clothes, with a slender figure, and the willows were supported by the weak wind, as if they would be blown down by a gust of wind. He is extremely good-looking, with delicate facial features, picturesque eyebrows, and a red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, which adds a bit of splendor to his aura.

However, he was obviously malnourished, with not much flesh on his face, and his skin was yellowish, with a faint cyan color of weakness.

Even so, after taking a quick look, Meng Xiangbei's eyes flashed with a look of surprise.

Meng Xiangbei thought that if young people could be raised well, in modern times, even if they had no talent, they could still become traffic stars who relied on their reputation.

The young man stepped back, his back pressed against the wall, his fingers clenched, his eyes slightly widened, and his face full of horror.

It looks like a mouse caught by a cat, even if it is about to be eaten.

There is no doubt that Meng Xiangbei is that cat.

Meng Xiangbei's eyes fell on the wooden bench in his right hand again, and he understood immediately.

This is a domestic violence scene!

Two wine bottles rolled down on the ground. Meng Xiangbei frowned slightly, his head was still groggy. Sure enough, he had drunk a lot of wine.

"I don't have any money anymore, so I'll give it to you. The day after tomorrow, I'll sell the sewn purse and give it to you." The young man discussed with Meng Xiangbei tremblingly. His voice was soft and pleading. With a tone of voice, his body bowed slightly in a defensive posture, he carefully observed Meng Xiangbei, and his eyes fell on the wooden stool in Meng Xiangbei's hand from time to time.

Meng Xiangbei realized something immediately and quickly let go of his hand. The wooden bench fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.

Lin Zeqing was so frightened that her body shook.

Meng Xiangbei hurriedly stepped forward and reassured, "Don't be afraid, I didn't mean to hit you."

Lin Zeqing looked at the wooden stool thrown on the ground, and then looked at Meng Xiangbei who was explaining to him, and was startled. As he approached the north, his body subconsciously tensed up, like a little hedgehog with long thorns, using its thorns to protect itself.