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Chapter 429 Uncle Ugly's Gift!Apologize?Mixed on the train, but was despised ah.

Chapter 40
Although his face was distorted, there was no hint of slyness in the way he spoke.

Not only this time, but also the last time. Last time when he discovered that he was secretly using the contractor item "Communication", he appeared and talked to Mirialia——

He even already knew the lie that Mili Yalia lied to Tan Nankai that the price was "not being able to touch men"
This matter has always been Mili Yalia

There is a stone hanging in my heart, if Uncle Ugly tells Tan Nankai the truth, even though Mirialia can find some excuses to evade it, there will still be some trouble.

However, after so long, Uncle Ugly didn't seem to expose her.

And just now, Master Tang, who is also at the semi-spirit level, reprimanded him in a tone that was almost like scolding a child.

Anyway, this ugly uncle seems to be a bit abnormal in spirit and intelligence.That kind of feeling is like the noun that often appeared on forums in my previous life to describe men - honest man.

Well, honestly the kind that gets mad.

This seems to be because he has always closed himself and has no social experience with other people, so that he doesn't seem to know how to get along with and talk to people. Body shape, guess in my heart:

This may be because he is too ugly, no one wants to communicate with him too much.

Now, there is no one else in the room.

Uncle Ugly looked at Mirialia with a pair of cloudy pupils up and down, and asked hoarsely:

"Do you hurt?"

Mirialia moved when she heard the sound, and understood that he was asking about the marks on her wrists that were clenched by two bodyguards, she gently squeezed her sleeves to cover her wrists.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt"

Mirialia said softly:
"Uncle Ugly. Thank you very much. Fortunately, you came here."

Hearing her thanks, the ugly facial features became even more exaggerated. He was obviously a little cramped, and he stretched out his skeletal deformed palm and shook it hastily in front of him:

"It was my fault."

"Blame me!"

Mili Yalia was slightly taken aback, and asked Uncle Ugly with her eyes.

Seeing this made the extremely ugly man even more nervous.

He suddenly took a step back as if instinctively, the slender and curvy body under the large black robe trembled a little, the outstretched arms neither moved in nor retreated.

Slowly, he reached into his arms and took out a wooden gift box covered with glass.

As if walking on eggshells, he carefully placed the gift box beside the bed where Mirialia was sitting, and quickly returned it to its original position:

"blame me"

"I'm going to buy this thing and want to give it to you!"

"Otherwise...they can't get in."

Mili Yalia suddenly understood what he was talking about.

Uncle Ugly usually guards the door on this floor. With his semi-spirit level strength, how could a few Hesse thugs break in?

This time there was an accident, and that MacArthur rushed in with someone, precisely because Uncle Ugly wanted to give me a gift?He left Tianxia Yunjian to buy this gift for himself?That's why the bad guys took advantage of it!
That's why Uncle Ugly said repeatedly that he was "blame him" for today's incident.
Mirialia shifted her gaze to the wooden box beside her, and suddenly burst out laughing.

It can be seen under the glass lid, inside is a pair of dark red long silk pajamas, neatly folded.

Looking at the material of this silk, the price should not be cheap, but the color...is her favorite wine red.

And the reason she laughed was how could she be short of clothes?

As the second son of Qin's woman, she has endless beautiful clothes in her closet.

Uncle Ugly wanted to buy her clothes, and what he bought was pajamas.

Seeing tears in the corners of Mirialia's smiling eyes, Uncle Ugly waved his skeletal deformed palm again, and hurriedly explained hoarsely:

"Autumn is over, spring is getting hotter"

"It's more comfortable for you to wear this one."

Hearing this, the smile on Mirialia's face froze.

Indeed, she seldom wears pajamas. Even if she is locked up here, she still maintains the old attire of the top songstress in the world. Even if the second son Qin doesn't come, she still has to keep her makeup on and wear an evening gown to wait for "Master." "Come here anytime.
"patronize"!
Uncle Ugly discovered this, and he was the one who discovered this!
Mirialia looked down at the glass box lid again, and her whole body was shocked.

This silk pajamas looks so light and thin. It must be very comfortable to wear.

The silk material is not cheap, it is obviously a carefully selected decision, and the red pajamas are also my favorite color.

For a moment, Mirialia had mixed feelings in her heart.

The feeling of the sound lingering in my heart is like... like in the last life, when the autumn weather was getting colder, my mother suddenly came to the door and brought me a light and warm autumn coat
This kind of feeling of being cared about by others, spending so much time, and only wanting to give oneself the most simple care, really makes people feel warm in their hearts.

But the weird thing is that in this life, the kind of care he felt again came from Uncle Ugly, a domestic servant of his "master", who used it to take care of his half-spirit.

Mirialia opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something to Uncle Ugly, but she didn't know what to say.

Uncle Ugly looked at her with cloudy pupils, as if he was afraid that she would not like the pajamas he gave him, and waited for her to speak like an enemy.

For a while, the room fell silent, and both of them fell into a strange silence.

Finally, it seemed that Uncle Ugly was eager to know the answer because he had been waiting for a long time. Finally, he plucked up his courage and asked cautiously in a hoarse, intermittent voice:

"Do you not like it?"

"If you don't like it, I'll change it for you!"

Mirialia suddenly felt something rolling in her throat, she smiled again in a hurry:
"I like it very much!"

After speaking, she stretched out her hands and hugged the wooden pajama box tightly in her arms.

Uncle Ugly felt as if he had been pardoned, and his tense body immediately relaxed.

In the room, it fell into silence again.

Needle drop can be heard.

This time, neither of them knew what to say.

Nothing seemed appropriate to say.

It wasn't until the lights flickered outside the window that Mili Yalia felt that the atmosphere was too tense, so she randomly found a topic:
"Uncle Ugly. I'm terrified today."

The hoarse tone seemed to be contagious. When Mirialia said this, she couldn't help imitating Uncle Ugly's voice, but she didn't realize it.

"In the future... no more, I will protect you." Uncle Ugly said after thinking over and over again:
"In the future. You don't need to use your contract ability anymore. The price is... a curse."

"Curse." Mirialia's red lips parted slightly, and she murmured in a trance.

"Curse!" Uncle Ugly repeated it again, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pointing to the bed where the yellow-level contractor who had been killed by himself fell down:
"My title is Plague!"

"The ability is to be able to kill people with infectious diseases, but you have to suffer from chronic diseases yourself."

"I became... like this."

Plague!

Ability is an infectious disease, but the price is that he suffers from other chronic diseases. That's why Uncle Ugly has become so ugly.

Uncle Ugly is speaking from his own experience, using his own experience to warn Mirialia that the price of contractual ability will bring bad consequences. When we met last time, Uncle Ugly said so, in a reprimanded tone——At that time, his face covered In the hood, there is no conversation like a friend like it does now.

Just when Mirialia looked at the distorted facial features thoughtfully, Uncle Ugly pointed at his own face:

"I'm not like this!"

"I'm good-looking. Very. Smart. I'm a lovely child who is loved by everyone."

"The ability to contract. Let me make others fearful. The price makes me ugly. No one. Likes me. Talks to me."

"Don't use your ability in the future!"

This is the version of my own experience to speak out from my own experience, this is another emphasis of Uncle Ugly.

The corners of Mirialia's mouth curled up slightly this time, and she nodded as if she had heard a lesson.

Uncle Ugly nodded in satisfaction and solemnly.

It can be seen that Mili Yalia chose to be obedient, and he was very happy.

"you"

Uncle Ugly sighed, "Don't despise me. Be afraid of me."

"I will not hurt...yours, only...protect you!"

Mirialia nodded emphatically again.

Just when he was about to say something, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Uncle Ugly's distorted facial features froze, and it took only a second to confirm who was coming, and panic flashed on his face.

His cloudy pupils glanced at Mili Yalia, as if he was a little bit reluctant
On the body is the source of symbols rolling!

disappeared out of thin air.

"baby!"

A few seconds later, the locked door was pushed open again.

The second son of the head of state, Tan Nankai!
Mirialia looked at the door in astonishment, and at the man who locked herself here.

"Baby, are you okay? I'm so worried!"

Tan Nankai's handsome face was full of worry, and he was in shock.

"I've been busy, so I don't have time to see you during this time."

"I didn't expect that guy MacArthur Jason would dare to come here and hurt my woman!"

"Baby! I miss you so much."

After finishing speaking, he had already stepped to the side of the bed, and held Mirialia tightly in his arms with open arms.

Mirialia didn't know what to say to him.

Because his hands have already started to unbutton her clothes.

Mili Yalia let out an exclamation, and wanted to push Tan Nankai away, but finally lowered her arms powerlessly.

Tan Nankai didn't even pay attention to the wooden pajama box she was holding in her arms. He just threw it aside and hurriedly pressed this beautiful and sexy canary on the bed.

Suddenly, Mirialia felt a strange sense of irony in her heart, which made her no longer have the motivation to resist. It felt like...
The heart is ashamed.

The clothes box, touched by his or her messed up body at some point, slipped off the bed.
The glass cover shattered, and the pajamas fell out and lay on the floor.

Outside.

The burly Master Tang glanced at the ugly uncle who was sitting outside the door, his face covered by a large black robe, and said in a reprimanding tone:

"Ah Chou, you are too careless!"

"Fortunately nothing happened tonight, otherwise, the young master will be in big trouble."

"Although the lady inside is ah, it's better not to have anything to do, although she is of little value to the young master."

"We must be optimistic about this place in the future, and never leave it."

Uncle Ugly said nothing.

Tang Man did not continue to reprimand, but only emphasized one sentence:
"We, members of the Qin family, must not forget our responsibilities."

He turned and went downstairs.
Uncle Ugly is guarding here, so she doesn't need to be outside the door all the time, she just needs to go to the next floor and wait for Mr. Qin Er.

After all, here, outside the door of the room, moans could still be heard from inside, and even Master Tang felt a little embarrassed.

Mixed with desire, and. helplessness and pain.

The sitting ugly uncle was shrouded in a black robe with a wide hood, like a stone sculpture.

His muddy eyes stared at the ground, but his body was tense like a bow, as if he was enduring more intense pain.

Somewhere in the northern province.

A train headed south, honking its horn, coming quickly along the tracks.

The front of the steam engine, Mo Ke remembered seeing it in a movie.

As the driver pulled the whistle, billowing white mist gushed out, extending hundreds of meters to both sides of the railway.

Then, in the light of the train at night, a tree was found falling on the rails in the distance.

The train had to pull the whistle again and again, and the heavy wheels stopped abruptly, rubbing against the rails to create sparks.

Finally stopped.

Staff soon came down from the train to remove the big tree and check the rails.
Taking advantage of the darkness, two figures sneaked into the train box from the other side without anyone noticing.

The work of clearing the obstacles was very easy, and it only took about ten minutes. The steam locomotive roared again, and the train started slowly.

Fortunately for Mo Ke, this train is a passenger car of "Snow Castle - Mexico City", which goes directly from the northernmost point of the mainland to the southernmost city of the mainland, and it happens to pass through Dongcheng City in Shouyang Province.

The trouble of changing cars in the middle is saved.

Taking Darth Franco around in the carriage, Mi Ke already had a preliminary understanding of the fare of this train, although he had no intention of paying for the ticket at all.

This train has a total of more than ten carriages, which is somewhat similar to the so-called "T" prefix express in the previous life, and the four carriages at the back are "high-end sleepers".

Well, Mo Ke didn't intend to squeeze hard seats. It's hard for me to experience a federal train. Of course, I want to choose the best "first class" for the Federal Railways.
This is what a master god-level contract owner should have.

Moreover, the high-end sleeper on this train is different from the one in the previous life. It is a literal high-end sleeper-in one carriage, there are ten small guest rooms on the upper and lower floors, and each first-class cabin can accommodate three people. There are several tourists living in it, and there are miniature bathrooms, lavatories, and even an enclosed balcony.

The environment is good, and even the restaurant is a high-end restaurant shared by passengers in a single car.

Taking Darth Franco with him, he swayed straight to the last few carriages.

The door was stopped by a flight attendant in a dark blue uniform.

The young flight attendant casually looked at the two of them, then stretched out his arms to block the passage:

"The front is the first-class cabin, ordinary passengers are not allowed to enter!"

"Are there any empty cabins? I'll make up one." Mo Ke said politely.

Hearing this, the flight attendant hooked the corners of his mouth, and his tone was very arrogant:

"there is none left!"

"Besides, do you live in first class? Go back to the dining car and play on the ground floor."

Mo Ke was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't long before I realized what it meant to go back to the dining car and hit the floor, that is, a standing ticket on a long-distance train.

Those who buy station tickets have a hard journey, of course they are competing for the few public areas in the train to rest, and the dining car in the ordinary carriage is a good choice
Therefore, in the federal trains, the dining cars mentioned by the conductors are often packed with poor people who can't afford seats and sleep on the floor.

I was despised. Mi Ke took a look at himself and Darth Franco who was following behind, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

The two of them were sleeping in the open air, and after a few days of fleeing for their lives across the mountains, their clothes were already in tatters, almost like beggars.

(End of this chapter)