I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Wang Zhou's pockets bulge like that once a month. For the past year, at this time of every month, his eyes are full of unconcealed smiles.

But today Rong Ming's eyes really made him feel unhappy, making him feel a little uneasy, and a bit of annoyance on his face.

As he walked towards the downtown area of ​​the city, he was thinking, and when he went back, he must test it out to see if Rong Ming already knew that he had embezzled his money.

If Rong Ming knew it,

Wang Zhou wiped a bit of viciousness under his eyes, if that's the case, just kill him.

Anyway, he saw that Rong Chen was just dragging two dead legs, lingering alive.

The appearance of half-dead is almost the same as dead.

Wang Zhou wanted to get absorbed, but without paying attention, he bumped the shoulders of the opposite person.

The right shoulder was hit hard and turned backwards, Wang Zhou staggered back and cursed, "How do you look at the road!"

It was a small man wearing a black cone hat who ran into him, bowed his head, and apologized.

Wang Zhou pushed him away impatiently, "Unlucky things uncle, I am in a good mood today, don't care about you so unsightly, go away!"

The black cone hat hurriedly left, and when he reached the corner, he stopped and grinned.

He took off the cone hat, took out a purse from his arms, and handed it to the person in front of him, "Girl, what you want."

Jiang Lao took it and opened the lotus bag to reveal the silver inside.

The black cone hat was originally an orphan, begging to be a thief on the street, but when he was eight years old, he stole from Jiang Lao’s family. After being caught, Xiao Jiang Lao pleaded with him. He was given a job in the house and named Jiang Ping.

Because of his childhood experience of walking on the streets, he is much more agile and agile than ordinary servants.

He smiled and said, "According to the girl's order, the silver has been replaced with a stone."

Jiang Lao counted the silver in the purse.

It was just sixteen taels. I looked at the bottom of the silver ingot basin. The silver number came from the bank on the other side of Jinling.

She just asked why a young man from a Jinling family was so sick that he couldn't be cured, and even a charcoal fire in the house couldn't be burned. His money fell into the hands of his entourage!

The thought that all the money he paid for medical treatment and medicine for a year had been stolen by Wang Zhou, a villainous slave, caused the injuries on his two legs to the point that Yao Shi is a doctor. Thin angry red.

Jiang Ping asked her, "Girl,

Shall an officer sue him? "

Jiang Lao shook his head.

In her opinion, Wang Zhou's actions can be regarded as blatant.

The man in her dream is clearly a man who must be reported. He didn't have the opportunity to sue, but he didn't. There is something she doesn't know about this matter. You can't be anxious.

Jiang Lao tightened his purse and said to Jiang Ping, "I will find a way to return the money to the original owner. Wang Zhou, you continue to follow."

Jiang Ping immediately responded, changed his outfits, and continued to follow Wang Zhou, leisurely and grinning, waiting to see him joke about using stones as silver flowers.

…

After a sudden windfall, Wang Zhou naturally wanted to eat well, dress well, and play well.

Before night fell, and when the casino had not reached the busiest time, Wang Zhou first turned into the most magnificent restaurant here and swaggered into the best private room.

The owner of the restaurant was surprised when he saw Wang Zhou coming here for the first time a year ago. Now that one year has passed, Wang Zhou has become a frequent visitor here. He is already familiar with it, and he personally asked, "Guest today What do you want to use?"

"Coriander pigeon, hydrangea scallops, mushroom soup bird's nest, honey ham and Hongfu rice dumplings, and another jar of good Lanling wine."

These dishes ordered by Wang Zhou are the most famous dishes in the restaurant. They are not cheap, and they cost a lot.

The generous restaurant owner smiled and said, "I will send you a copy of pigeon eggs, simmered over a small fire, but tender."

A delicious meal made Wang Zhou quickly forget about the death that caused Rong Ming. When he was full of wine and food and reached the money bag hanging on his waist, his brow wrinkled suspiciously and the money bag felt something wrong.

It's just that he was drunk, so he didn't think much about it.

When Xiao Er came to collect the money, he took a piece from the bag and threw it into Xiao Er's arms.

At an inconspicuous table in the other corner, Jiang Ping immediately smiled.

Xiao Er looked at the stone in his hand, blinked in a daze, confirmed again and again, raised his head and said: "Guest, what do you mean by giving me a stone?"

Wang Zhou was a little impatient, "What stone is not stone, this is silver, so I won't look for it here if it's not enough."

He threw the entire money bag over, and Xiao Er was smashed and fell to the ground, crashing, the money bag rolled from him, and all the stones inside rolled to the ground.

The look of Xiaoer immediately changed.

The movement here disturbed the owner of the restaurant.

Dian Xiaoer saw him and immediately shouted: "Boss, this

The swindler uses stones as silver to deceive people for eating our family’s food without paying.”

The generous restaurant owner listened to what he said, and realized what was happening here, and suddenly became less generous.

This kind of food for nothing has only one end here.

"Pull me out of this shameless thing and hit"

…

City West Lodge.

The firewood in the stove was about to burn out, and Rong Zhao shifted his eyes to the pile of firewood in the courtyard.

Since the last time I fell ill and fainted, a few bundles of firewood would be delivered every day from outside the door.

He can guess who sent it.

It's just that he has never used these firewood.

Even if going out to collect firewood is not easy for Rong Ying, he is not willing to rely too much on others.

He took the linen pocket left by Wang Zhou.

None of the medicine in the bag can be used, it can only be used as firewood.

Rong Chen put the dead branches in the fire one by one, and when he stretched his fingers to the bottom of the bag, he suddenly felt cold and greasy.

Under the bag is a little blue snake hibernating.

Rong Ming looked down for a moment, twisted his fingers around, pressed the seven-inch position and exerted force, the little snake instantly lost its breath in his hand.

As if treating those dead branches, he threw the corpse of the little snake that had just died into the fire, quietly watching it be swallowed by the tongue of fire.

The bright flames throbbed in his gloomy eyes, and the tongue of fire hissed loudly.

Burning the snake to death, Rong Ming stood up while supporting the wall.

Those medicines have little effect on treatment.

But for Rong Chen, as long as he can put a bit of strength on his legs, he can stand up with the pain.

Even if both legs are trembling when you stand up, every step you take takes an ordinary person's time and effort to take ten steps.

He held everything he could touch with his hands all the way, and went out to pick up the firewood.

When I went outside, I heard footsteps in the distance.

Rong Chen hid.

Jiang Lao and Ming Shao walked one after another in the snow.

Ming Shao followed Jiang Lao, "How will the girl change the money to that young master later?"

Jiang Lao thought for a while, but his face was embarrassed, "If I give it to him directly, if he becomes curious, how did I know, what should I say?"

"Didn't it mean that Jiang Ping was guarding here, squatting in the corner and hearing it?"

Jiang Lao shook his head.

"You can't say it straight. If he mistakenly thought that the guards were sent by me to monitor him, he would misunderstand me even deeper."

With the juvenile character's sensitive and suspicious level, she feels that she is likely to be misunderstood.

"Aunt

If the mother told him directly, did Jiang Ping stay here to protect him? "

Jiang Lao's mouth twitched, "I'm afraid he won't believe it."

In all likelihood, you will not believe it.

In her dreams, she was the front and back of him as a slave, and he didn't believe what she said.

Even if he wanted to go out to buy something, he would think she wanted to escape.

And the more she guaranteed that he would not run, the more he had to look at her around him all the time to be relieved.

Thinking of those dark days, Jiang Lao's heart couldn't help but tremble, "Think of other ways and send him in."

Ming Shaohuan felt it a pity, and muttered in a low voice, "The girl is doing good for him and not letting him know. The servant always feels that the girl is a loss."

Jiang Lao hooked his ears with his fingers, pretending not to listen.

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Ming Shao stopped persuading her and tried to suggest: "Knock on the door, put the money down, and when he comes out, shall we go?"

Jiang Lao glanced at the lock on the door, "He seems to be out."

"This..." Ming Shao couldn't think of a way.

Jiang Lao looked at the low exterior wall of the small house, lifted the skirt and jumped, and his gaze measured the difference between his height and the height of the exterior wall.

Her action frightened Ming Shao, and Ming Shao grabbed her sleeves, "Girl, you are a lady of everyone, climbing a wall, this kind of thing is awkward, so I can't make it."

When Jiang Lao heard the words, his eyes turned back.

The jet-black beautiful eyes turned and swept back and forth between Ming Shao and the wall, measuring the difference between Ming Shao's size and the height of the outer wall.

"..." Ming Shao frightened his face pale as frost, and said tremblingly, "Girl... slaves, slaves are afraid of heights."

Jiang Lao sighed softly, "It's just to make me lose my appearance."

"I put on my cape and hat. It's a remote location and few people pass by. I just climbed the wall and threw a purse into it. I won't be recognized. Besides, it doesn't matter if I am recognized. Relationship, we won’t stay here for long. No one knows what my name is. It won’t hurt my reputation."

Jiang Lao stepped on the stone and climbed onto the wall with two slender arms. Although it was a bit difficult, the wall was not high. Fortunately, she could see the yard by standing on tiptoe.

Seeing the pile of firewood piled high in the yard, she was a bit dissatisfied with her mouth, "He doesn't even burn the firewood? Why didn't he move the firewood I sent."

Ming Shao, who was protecting her underneath, watched her standing on such a high rock, changing her mind to look at her leisurely, she couldn't help but feel dizzy, and her heart was broken. She shouted: "Girl, be careful, hurry up and throw Finish, hurry down."

Jiang Lao nodded, and threw the money bag in his hand to an open and conspicuous place in the courtyard.

The silver ingots in the purse hit each other, and when they fell to the ground, they made a few crisp noises.

Right in the middle of the courtyard.

Jiang Lao clapped his hands with satisfaction, but heard Ming Shao yelling from behind, "Girl, don't let go."

But it was too late.

Jiang Lao's hand had left the wall, and his body fell backward.

During the short fall, Jiang Lao was thinking about how many more pieces he would wear today.

Several muffled noises.

With snowflakes pouting out of Jiang Lao's mouth, he slowly lifted his face from the snow, rubbing his eyes to see Ming Shao.

Just now, Ming Shao hugged her body and rolled with her on the snow. The rock she was standing on was not too high, and it didn't hurt.

It was a little embarrassing to knock out the snowflakes.

But Ming Shao's voice came from above her head, "Girl, are you okay? Where did you fall?"

The person under her body is...

Jiang Lao's eyelashes flicked instantly, and his gaze slowly looked over inch by inch, from top to top—chest, throat, chin, eyebrows...

It's Rong Ming.

Her body was lying crookedly on his chest, the two of them formed a "cross", the positions of the heart-mouths were close to each other, and at once, it seemed that they could hear each other's heartbeats across each other's chests. .

The heartbeats were intertwined, and it seemed that they couldn't tell who was whose.