[BL] Disabled Cannon Fodder has Dreams [Quick Wear]

4.4

Song Xi has lived for most of his life. If you add the first two mission worlds, you can be considered someone who has experienced strong winds and waves. This is the first time he has been blocked by others.

    Looking at the five people who were squinting and staring at each other, he couldn't help but clenched the chrysanthemum, thinking about how to get out.

    It's not surprising that the original body is exquisite, but the security in this slum is really bad, and some people can't make a name for themselves in their lives, but bullying and bullying are very handy.

    The bastard with the national character face stepped forward, reached out and raised Song Xi's chin, tsk tsk: "Hey! This little mute looks really good!"

    Someone said, "It's still tender, this must be a baby!"

    Song Xi endured the nausea and asked the system in his mind, "Is there any skill or something for me to use."

    The system asked weakly, "...Is pain relief considered a skill?"

    "..."

    What a shit! .This will only make his death a little more peaceful!

    Song Xi had a headache, and the abbreviation of his hand made the system quietly stuff a dagger into him. Anyway, even if he died, he would have to pull a back.

    A few gangsters had obviously regarded Song Xi as a meal on their plate, teasingly discussing who gets on and who gets off, who comes first and who comes after, obscenities came out of their mouths one after another.

    Song Xi carefully probed the surrounding routes, and suddenly the basket in his hand swayed slightly, his white furry head stuck out from the basket, grabbed the mouth of the basket with both hands, and shouted aggressively at a few gangsters: "Ow!"

    Because the body and movements are too cute, the uncle cat has no deterrent effect at all. The gangster with the national character face even stretched his neck and leaned in front of the basket, full of surprise: "Why isn't this cat meowing meow?"

.The final sound fell, and almost instantly, Uncle Cat raised his claws and scratched the face of the Chinese-faced gangster with precision and speed. This time, it was fast and ruthless.

    "what!"

    The bastard with the national character covered his face and wailed, only to feel a sharp pain on his face, and the warm liquid flowed straight down from his face, from the end of his eyes to his cheekbones, which looked terrifying.

    Baring his teeth and grinning for a while, he looked at the white cat who scratched him with a sullen face, and smiled grimly: "I think you are tired of living!"

    Song Xixin brought it up, and quickly reached out and pressed Uncle Cat's head down, carrying the basket and hiding behind him.

    Uncle Cat is injured, whether he can run or not is another matter.

    The bastard with the national character face stretched out his hand to him, and said forcefully: "Give me the basket, and you can suffer less."

.Song Xi simply wanted to blow his dog's head with a basket.

    Thinking, he quietly covered the basket sideways, clenching the dagger in the other hand, ready to go.

    "Mom! You don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink!" Guo Zi spit, rolled up his sleeves and started to do it directly. A gangster next to him also joined quickly when he saw this, and reached out his hand with malicious intent.