I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Jiang Lao was flattered and shook his head.

She was holding two plums, and in front of him, she didn't dare to be greedy to ask for another one. She obediently held them and said, "It's not bitter anymore."

Nodded and said that it was not bitter, the end was to be fed two bowls of tonic.

Jiang Lao finally compared with his hands, feeling that his stomach was round.

The care from the future boss is so heavy.

…

An hour ago, Wonder Food Pavilion.

Rong Wei turned his wheelchair and came here.

Yesterday, Jiang Lao's appearance after drinking the medicine, let him know that she can't bear any hardships.

Just a bowl of medicine, my face wrinkled into small walnuts.

He took this to heart, but because he never liked sweets and didn't know which sweets was delicious, he frowned and looked at the various candied fruit snacks in the cabinet for a long time.

Obviously he was looking at some simple and cute snacks, but his eyes seemed to be dealing with a terrible problem.

The recommendation of a good shopkeeper saved him from the difficulty of making a decision, and Rong Chen chose the sweetest of plums to leave.

Guests in wheelchairs are always more conspicuous than others.

Wang Zhou bought himself some medicine from the drugstore, and he saw the figure of Rong Ming who entered the Miaoshige Pavilion at a glance.

He frowned incomprehensibly, then hid in the corner, looking at Miaoshige.

When Rong Ming bought a bag of plums, Wang Zhou suddenly became unbalanced.

Miaoshige is the best dim sum shop in Yecheng, but he has never been in once.

Now that he was beaten and seriously injured, he had to use all his money to get medicine, and he was destitute, let alone buying snacks.

He was poor and poor, but Rong Ming was comfortable.

But after thinking about it, he frowned fiercely

Where did Rong Lu get the money?

He obviously left only eight hundred texts for Rong Chen.

Eight hundred texts, barely enough for him, how can there be spare money to buy snacks?

Wang Zhou frowned, and thought for a while. Although Jiang Lao always came to help Rong Ming, he never saw her leave him any money.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and turned his head back to the west of the city.

There is no one in the hut west of the city.

Wang Zhou squinted his eyes, with a trace of evil in his eyes, got into Rong Zhen's room, and looked for it.

The furnishings in this room were so pitiful that after a while, Wang Zhou pulled out a small box from the bottom of the bed.

Wang Zhou weighed down the weight of the box, feeling heavy, and felt that something was wrong. After opening it, he saw the contents inside, but he was stunned that there were sixteen taels of silver in the box.

The silver of the Jinling Silver Number is printed underneath, which is rare in Yecheng.

These sixteen taels of silver are clearly the ones that he was stolen by thieves on the road not long ago!

Wang Zhou was overjoyed.

But along with the ecstasy of losing and regaining, at the same time came a chill that chilled his back.

Since this money is in Rong Chen's place, he embezzled his monthly money last month... Rong Chen already knew.

Perhaps this year, all his actions have not been concealed from him at all.

As if an invisible thin thread stretched out from the air, wrapped around his neck and tightened it, Wang Zhouyi choked.

Since Rong Chen already knew it, why didn't he come to confront him?

For such a long time, there is nothing unusual about Rong Ming.

He didn't move, what was he waiting for?

This perception of the handle being pinched in other people's hands made Wang Zhou extremely anxious, even angry, and his eyes reddened anxiously.

In his eyes, Rong Chen was a weak, dying, crippled man who was at his disposal.

But at this moment, he faintly realized that the city seemed a bit deep for a young boy at this age.

He clearly knew what he was doing, and when he was an ordinary person, he had already come to him to argue with him in a rage.

But he never showed the slightest irritation on his face, I am afraid he was restraining and forbearing in his heart, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to put him to death!

There is his brother-in-law in the yamen, he must be useless to sue the officials in the yamen, but what if he sue elsewhere?

Wang Zhou's body shook suddenly.

He was taken aback by this conjecture that had suddenly emerged in his heart.

His sudden evil grew out of his guts, and a desperate cruelty rose in his eyes.

…

Only later, Wang Zhou has been collecting firewood.

Inside and outside of Rongzhu's house, several piles were piled up high.

On the first day, Wang Zhou was picking up firewood.

On the second day, after Wang Zhou put down the wood he had picked up in his hand, his gloomy eyes turned around in this small room, and he took another bucket of oil and hid it in his own room.

On the third day, he received monthly money from the master's house, bought a drug, and stayed on the street until late at night, playing with a fire scythe in his hand.

It was not until night fell that he returned to the west of the city.

Wang Zhouxian was outside Rongzhen's house, using a bamboo pipe to blow in the ignited drug smoke, and then sneaking back into his house.

He lifted the oil barrel out, tiptoed, and

Oil splashed on the outer wall of the room, and firewood was used to light the wood piled outside the house.

Suddenly, the flames broke out and spread to the surroundings.

The raging tongue of fire was gradually blown into a terrifying shape by the north wind, and with its teeth and claws, it tore a corner of the night, making a few miles around the small house in the west of the city, red, and a sea of ​​fire.

The fire was dazzling, Jiang Lao rubbed his eyes, and woke up from his dream, there seemed to be the fire that splashed into the sky in his dream.

Her heart was aching, and she didn't see in her dream, whether Rong Chen was rescued, she only saw a sea of ​​flames.

Ming Shao came over with water and wiped Jiang Lao's face, "Why did the girl sweat so much last night? But the charcoal fire in the house was too strong? The slaves and maidservants asked people to reduce it."

"You don't need to reduce the charcoal fire." Jiang Lao pinched his palms, frowning his delicate brows, thinking of the fire in his dream, and said uncomfortably, "I had a dream, and there was a fire in my dream."

"It's dry and dry in winter, and it's easy to catch fire, but the girl can rest assured that there are always people at the house who are waiting for the night, and they will never catch fire."

Ming Shao comforted her softly, but Jiang Lao's face sank.

Her thoughts slowly woke up from the mist of her first awakening, and an anger rushed to her heart. She did not expect that Wang Zhou would dare to set fire to kill people!

After a brief refreshing, she immediately found a few servants to come over, and ordered them to go quietly to the west of the city and watch them, especially instructing them not to provoke them.

She wants to catch Wang Zhou's current situation when he sets fire.

She once thought that Wang Zhou would be able to constrain a little bit by giving Wang Zhou a lesson last time, but she forgot that evil has no bottom line.

The more Jiang Lao thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt wrong.

The concubine's side is as small as the living expenses, and as large as the servants and servants, they are often set by the mistress.

To what extent does the mistress hate Rong Yang to find him such a villain as a servant?

Why doesn't his father care?

Jiang Lao breathed out dullly, both stuffy and annoyed, his chest was so furious that he couldn't help it.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is not enough to catch Wang Zhou's current situation and send him to the government.

This kind of bully who seeks money and kills lives is clearly more than guilty.

Jiang Lao frowned and thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

She called Jiang Ping over and gave a few words.

Seeing Jiang Ping's back walking out the door, the feeling of depression in her heart became lighter.

It's just that her eyes were a little bit angry, annoyed, her small hand clenched into a fist.

Don’t wait to see the wicked deserved their sins

At the end, the anger in her heart couldn't be quenched at all, and she unconsciously regarded the table in front of her as Wang Zhou and smashed it twice.

…

Wang Zhou didn't know that his plan had been known to Jiang Lao, and he didn't even know that all his actions were being watched.

He thought that his plan was seamless, and he was calculating step by step to burn Rong Zhao to death in the fire.

But he didn't plan to set the fire tonight.

He anxiously waited for his arrival three days later.

Rong Ming was dead, which meant that his financial path was also broken. Wang Zhou was greedy and made a good calculation in his heart, thinking that the murder could be put in three days.

After three days, he can go to the local treasury again, and wait until the owner of the house gives him Rong Wei's monthly money.

When the time comes, Rong’s monthly money will be used to buy a fire scythe. The winter is cold and dry. This is the season when it is easy to catch fire. At that time, he will say that Rong’s death is because he burned wood at night and misfired the house. Justify his crime.

If he waits for Rong Ming to die, he rushes into the fire again, pretending to rescue Rong Ming’s body, earning a reputation as a "loyal protector of the Lord", maybe there is a reward for the Lord’s house, and he will be promoted to Jinling’s house. Do things in.

Wang Zhou triumphantly entered the house holding a bundle of firewood.

For the first time, Wang Zhou would only collect firewood in his house and burn the fire for warmth, regardless of whether Rong Chen was cold or warm, dead or alive.

He transported the wood to the outside of the house, chose a place where it was easy to ignite, and put it down. Through the window, he saw Rong Wei's back.

Rong Chen was sitting at the table, seeming to be pounding something, and there was a clumsy voice in the air.

Wang Zhou squinted his eyes and walked in, and he saw Rong Chen smashing the medicine with the pestle.

There was a prescription on hand.

Recipe for removing bruises.

Wang Zhou sneered in his heart. After only three days, he was a dead man. Now it is ridiculous to watch him try to treat himself in a different way.

Carefully glanced at the prescription, but it was for a woman.

He frowned, as if he understood something, "This medicine you are pounding, isn't it for the eldest lady?"

Rong Ming didn't answer, his forehead, as clean as white jade, was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Wang Zhou was a little angry when he watched him not saying anything. He who looked like a dead man was thinking about calculating him instead? Don't have to be sent by him to see Hades!

He stretched out his hand and flicked away the bluestone medicine mortar on the table. The stone tool fell heavily to the ground, cracking cracks, and Wang Zhou mocked: "Miss Renjia, a golden body, what good medicine can't be used? You? When she would like you for something worthless?"

Rong Ming's hand holding the medicine pestle slowly stagnated.

But he quickly pounded up the medicine again, as if he hadn't heard Wang Zhou's words.

"Even if she goes out to find medicine for you, what can that mean? People are just kind, don't be like a wild dog in a mourning family. If someone gives you a piece of meat, you just stick to it."

Wang Zhou was ignored by him and became increasingly annoyed.

"Furthermore, if you are disabled, how can you treat her well, except for pitying you, why can't she see you in exchange?"

His gaze swept across Rong Chen's legs on the wheelchair, contemptuously, and sneered, "If you have a broken leg, what kind of man is it. The little girl can pinch water tenderly, and watched it grow open in the future. , You must be an overwhelming country, how can you find a lame man like you, somehow you have to find someone as strong as me, in exchange for her—"

For a moment, the pestle fell off the table and moved with the sound of fighting. The sound of the table pressing on the ground sharply pierced people’s eardrums. Wang Zhou was pinched tightly by his neck and pushed against the wall. He lost his voice completely, his back pressed against the wall. His face turned blue.

Before he could even see how Rong Chao moved, he was pinched by his neck and pushed against the wall. Another dagger was placed on the side of his neck. The tip of the knife stuck to the skin of his neck. Moving a little further, he can cut through the blood vessels in his neck.

The cold luster of the face of the dagger reflected Wang Zhou's trembling jaw.

He lost his voice and hugged Rong Ming's right arm that was pinching his neck with both hands and wanted to move away, but he didn't expect that he couldn't move Rong Ming's arm at all.

Obviously he was just a young man who was half a head shorter than him, and he was dragging two disabled legs. He was completely unable to match the strength of his one-handed! The more he resisted, the tighter that force was pinched!

A cruel slaughter appeared in Rong Ming's eyes, and the slender fingers holding the dagger slightly pressed, and the tip of the knife slowly penetrated under Wang Zhou's skin.

Around the tip of the knife, a small drop of blood congealed.

Wang Zhou's legs weakened, and he rushed into the road with a urge to urinate. He froze and did not dare to move.

Rong Chen's beautiful face was stained with a few drops of blood that had just spilled from Wang Zhou's neck.

The tails of his narrow eyes were dyed three-point red at the same time, and his face was so glamorous, but his eyes were fierce as blades, cold-eyed, like a Shura evil spirit who had just crawled out of hell, his fingers tightened, and Wang Zhou's face was strangled. Bright green, "Did you forget, who is the master?"